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4-little-monkeys-jump-on-the-bedWhen instructing Cool Baby not to do something, I need to watch what I say lest I cause a catastrophe of epic proportions.

Let’s say I can walk in a room and see CB jumping on his bed. For a lot of parents, this might not be a big deal. For us, we have nightmares of monkeys falling off and bumping their heads.

So, I would quickly admonish CB:

No jumping on the bed…You can fall off and knock your head!

And by God’s grace, CB will obey. But recently I noticed that I was setting us up for future troubles. It’s semantics, but when I say

You can fall off and knock your head!

a grammar-savvy CB might think to himself, “Oh, I can?! Sweet!” *leap* *mild concussion*

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Today, my favorite little big boy (as opposed to my favorite little baby boy, Cool Newbie) turns 4 years old! Cool Baby is such a cool buddy to me.

My parents have two kids, Cool Uncle and myself. I’ve always been the little bro. Sometimes, it seems like I treat Cool Baby like the little bro I never had. Not in a Wayne Arnold-Kevin Arnold sort of way – I’ve never called him ‘butt-head’ – but in a playful running-around-laughing kind of way. Often, we’ll be snickering together about something that Cool Mum is in the dark about. And we’d most likely have a backyard tree fort with a sign that says ‘NO GIЯLZ ALLOWED’ if only we had a little necessities like lots of lumber, a backyard, and a tree.

I can’t wait to celebrate his birthday. We have a pretty full schedule planned, and hopefully the Cool Boys will last the day. Given Cool Mum’s passion for healthy eating and our mission to keep CB off of sweets, he probably won’t get a traditional birthday cake. Anyone ever had a birthday rice cake?

Happy Birthday, Cool Baby!!


Have you been celebrating National Etiquette Week as feverishly as we have? All week long, we’ve kept our elbows off the table and our feet out of the refrigerator. We’ve coughed into the crooks of our arms. I’ve helped little old ladies cross streets. And I’d help them back across if they were going the other way to begin with.

But despite the week’s festivities, our kids still struggle with the notion of etiquette. Cool Baby has been known to explore his nostrils, camcorder notwithstanding. And sometimes, Cool Newbie will just sit there and go poo-poo in his pants! With company over!

Seriously, this week I’ve tried to guide Cool Baby into chewing with his mouth closed. I love how food tastes, but I’m not such a fan of how it sounds, with the crunching and the wet smacking. With Cool Mum’s guidance, I’ve tried to not nag CB about it, lest my efforts backfire. So I’ve offered gentle reminders like, “Remember, we chew with our mouths closed.” CB would respond by closing his mouth and chewing with a smile. I look away, the smacking would return. I look up, mouth shut and a giggle. My earnest attempt to teach etiquette has turned into a game.

For now, I’m going to leave well enough alone and trust him to follow our example. Like I’ve said, he wants to be just like me. Hopefully, he’ll follow the righteous path and chomp with lips together. If not, a potential job as a Food Network host could seriously be in question. I can see it now:

SERVER: And the spaghetti carbonara.
COOL BABY (grown up): And here we have the delectable signature dish at La Carbonara. The cream, the pearl onions, the hand-cranked pasta. This is what I’m talking about.
(twirls pasta)
(takes a bite)
(fellow diners evacuate)

Oh well, cross one more career off CB’s list.