Reading Greg @ Daddy Types’ recent experience with TV commercials here, I was reminded of my own daughter’s thoughts on commercials…

Usually, we hear, “Daddy, can you skip the commercials?” — which works great on the DVR. When we tell her we can’t because it is “live TV”, I think she gets confused. One day, she’ll tell her grandkids about how she occasionally had to sit through the commercials.

On the occasion where she is forced to watch commercials (either because of “live TV”, or us just not bothering to fast-forward through), she would occasionally tell us that a commercial was “important”. Eventually, I discovered this meant “non-toy” or “boring”.

Either that, or Oxy Clean really is that important…

So, the rain kind of held off, and the kids went out trick-or-treating.

My daughter was a Barbie-Thumbelina-Fairy-Princess thing or something. The boy was a fireman.

The boy loved it. I am not sure he really understood he was getting candy (not at the time – he figured it out later), but he just seemed to love the idea of going up to people’s houses, getting something out of a bowl, putting it in this strange pumpkin container thing is parents gave him, and carrying it to the next house.

The girl, surprisingly, did not go too crazy… a couple of blocks and she was done. Or just ready to get to the eating part, I’m not sure.

At the end of the night, they picked their 15 pieces of candy and left the rest out for the Candy Fairy to come and trade for a gift.

I am not sure what the Candy Fairy does with all that candy, but if I find it, I’ll let you know. Eventually.

Daughter: If you don’t let me, I’m gonna call a woodpecker!
Kaz: …
Ms. Kaz: …
Daughter: …
Ms. Kaz: And what will the woodpecker do?
Daughter: He’ll PECK the house!

Last night, getting ready for bed, my daughter told me, “Whenever I go into the bathroom, I am attracted to the potty.”

And the boy, almost 2, still isn’t big on the talking thing. He can do animal sounds (cat, dog, cow, duck, monkey) and go “uh-oh!” whenever he spots a crumb on the floor. The kid’s a crumbophobe. He won’t sit in his highchair or on the couch if there is even the tiniest crumb on there.

The boy better learn to talk. The girl isn’t churning out enough quotes for the blog.

My daughter is no longer into princesses. Our princess movies sit unwatched. Her princess costumes are collecting dust. When asked about Disney World, she says, “Are there Pokemon there? No? Naahhh, I don’t want to go there.”

In fact, all she ever talks about is going to Japan to go to the Pokemon Center Store. I have to say that a trip to Japan sounds intriguing to Ms. Kaz and me. But I could just see us going there, visiting the Pokemon Center Store and then spending the rest of the week dealing with, “I don’t want to go there! That sounds booooring!”

Even the boy now recognizes, and gets excited about Pikachu. He likes to squeeze his first together and grimace and shake his head in faux effort in order to get us to go, “GEODUUUUDE!!”

Anyhow, on a recent trip back from Rochester, my daughter was talking about something, and I told her, “Sweetie, I have no idea what you are talking about.” A few seconds of thought, and she responded, “If you don’t know what I am talking about, it is probably Pokemon.”

Indeed.

So, I’ve been working on this crazy project for, like, 8 months, and been super busy and working late hours. The boy (now 1 1/2) probably thinks of me as “Morning Guy”. Seriously. He sees me at night occasionally, and looks at me like, “Hey, Morning Guy! What’re you doing here?!?”

I missed the family. I got too wrapped up in the work. I hit a point where I was working 90+ hrs a week and skipping meals.

It finally caught up to me the final week of the project. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and the next thing I knew I was on the bathroom floor, bleeding. The family was away for the weekend, so I called 911 and wound up in the trauma ward with a really banged up head, culminating with two fractures in my skull.

That got me some time with the family!

I think it also put things in perspective and made me realize I need to make time to take care of myself when I’ve got these big projects. I’ll be fine. I just need to deal with these stitches, staples and bruises… as well as a neck brace for a few weeks.

The kids were a little wierded out when they first saw me, but they are back to normal (well, as normal as they can be) now. I can’t rough-house with them yet, but they are being good at being gentle with daddy.

So, to make a short story long, these are the reasons (a) I haven’t been posting and (b) I am now posting. Oh, yeah, and it appears I am going to be fine…

For whatever reason – whether it is my mediocre guitar playing, my adequate singing, or my average looks, I am not sure – my daughter has occasionally told me I should be in the Beatles. During a similar discussion recently, we had the following exchange:

Me: But who would they kick out of the Beatles to make room for me?
Daughter: Uhm… Ringo!
Me: But I don’t know how to play drums.
Daughter: Uhm… George.
Me: I could probably handle guitar. You couldn’t kick out Paul or John, right?
Daughter: Right!
Me: Why not? What do they contribute to the band?
Daughter: Uhm… handsomeness.
Me: Yes, amongst 4 1/2 year old music historians, John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s greatest contribution to music was their handsomeness.

On the plus side, she thinks I would be the most handsome of the Beatles!

Well, Paul, when you want to get the band back together, you know where to find me…

It is always interesting the watch (listen?) as my daughter’s language skills continue to develop. It really helps you see how the English language can be a little messed up. The one thing my daughter seems to struggle with the most is the past tense.

Early on, she was able to pick up the adding of -ed to verbs to make them the past tense. Which is great 90% of the time. But it also leads to a lot of “I knowed” and “he runned”. One thing I’ve always tried to do is to passively correct her. I will repeat the word back to her the correct way – “Oh, you knew that?” or “He ran where?”, etc.

I don’t know if this is the right way to do it, but I know she isn’t actively trying to do anything wrong, so I feel better “guiding” her to the correct way of saying these thing.

The thing I love most about her growing language skills is the way her mind puts things together. This process makes for some cute results, such as:

• My daughter calls her big toe the “thumb toe”
• We were playing with her dolls the other day, and she made me make the child doll run away. The mother dolls warned that if the child doll ran away, she might “die to death”
• And last night, she told Ms. Kaz that she had an itch, and when Ms. Kaz asked where, she said in her “knee underarm”

There are other examples, but these are a few that stick out in my mind…

We survived!

We survived the 16+ hours in the car (total, not each way).

We survived the usual family dramas which occur.

We survived way too many, and way too large gifts from the families (and I even had a little spot cleared to see out the back window!).

We survived way too much good food and good (very good!) wine.

We even survived my in-laws open floorplan house with no good places to put up gates and a 14 month old who recently learned how much fun climbing and playing with remotes can be.

We even managed to not over-buy gifts for the kids ourselves… and survived. In fact, my daughter, when we were discussing her presents, even said to us, “Wow! I didn’t know I was that good!”

I didn’t either…

Thanksgiving is coming, and tomorrow, we’re driving back to the Buffalo area. This is the first time we’ll have gotten to go back since last Christmas. I’ll actually be taking 3 vacation days, in addition to the 2 holidays and 2 weekend days. That’ll bring my grand total of days off this year to 9, which will leave me with 8 to use up in December. Sounds like a recipe to 3 day weekends…

I’m also really digging Paul McCartney’s new stuff (The Fireman, free listens here).

Oh, and we’re going to Disney World in February, partly for my 40th next birthday, but, really, mostly for the kids. Looking for tips for 4 year olds and 1 year olds… and for vegetarian dining.

My daughter has only seen previews for the movie, Bolt, but already is making me play Bolt with her, based on her understanding of the story. “I’d really like a stuffed Bolt,” she told me. “Maybe we can ask Santa. I am not even sure if they make a stuffed Bolt,” I told her, thinking it best to hedge my bets in case Santa doesn’t get it for her. Her response? “Well, then Santa can make it!” Of course. I don’t know how to argue that one.

Have a great Thanksgiving, all!