The month of Shrek 2

July 2006 will be remembered as the month of Shrek 2. We have watched it to date probably 75 times now. Beleive it or not I still enjoy it. When you see a movie the 4th 5th or even 6th time you get to see the little hidden gems in it that you coouldn’t see the 1st few times around. By time 75 if your still finding stuff it’s a sign of a really good and complex movie. What impresses me most about this flick is the score. It is done so incredibly well that its hard to tell if the movie is set to music or the music is playing and the movie was built around it. The seamless editing and transition are awesome. The tempo of the scenes follow the tempo of the score perfectly. It truly is well done.

Today I burned most of the tracks of the soundtrack to a CD so me and Matthew could listen to it on the way to and from the babysitters house (Manamana is getting old). So we get in and I que it up. It starts playing. I see Mathew in the rear view mirror, he grins ear to ear once he recognizes what is playing. Track 1, Track 2, Track 3, all he’s doing is looking up at the rear deck (speaker location) giggling and smiling. His feet are going and he’s just so happy to be there. Maybe for Christmas we’ll buy him a DVD player for the car so he can watch “frek” on the way to babysitting. It makes him so happy. Once we got to the babysitters his mood changed. He cried and tried to guilt me into staying with him. But, alas, the rat race is not very fair to a 2.5 year old. Sorry buddy, I’ll miss you at work. I usually get an email about 9:00am from the babysitter telling me that Matthew is happy again and playing nicely. This unbreaks my heart and I can go ahead with my day.

Soon, the new web address will be www.shmear-n-shmore.com. Don’t click it now because It won’t work. After September 1st the new domain will be registered and we’ll be in business. Until then we’re still waiting for the arrival of baby shmore. She’s taking her time, she better be worth the wait.

No speaka da enlgish

My son has stopped listening to us. Completely and utterly. You tell him something like “put that down” or “Matthew stop” all he does is ignore us and continue doing what he was doing. There’s no point yelling at him because it has zero affect. The only thing that works is for us to get off our asses, walk over to him and correct him. This really sucks. We’re quite lazy and we don’t really want the get up every 30 seconds (the lean average time from incident to incident).

Mommy is due late next week. We’ll be changing over the site soon. This maybe the last blog post and picture update until Maya makes her appearance, so soak it up. I added pics to the monthly picture archives. Enjoy.

Toilet troubles

“Daddy I have to use the potty” rang with joy in my ears like a dinner bell after a long day of hard labour in a coal mine. I lost no time removing all belts, pants, socks and diapers that stood in the way. I hurled the pint-sized 30lb freeloader onto the baby toilet seat and awaited with glee the tender sounds of urinary piddle. To my dismay, 30 seconds had passed and no acoustic euphoria. I waited another 1/2 minute this time listening… harder. Still nothing but silence. “Matthew, are you done?” I queried the piddle tease. “No daddy!”… hope remains, I resume listening. And listening and nothing. Quiet. Too quiet. All I can hear is the squeaks and pops of a tiny fidgety ass on a air cushioned baby seat toilet ring. “Matthew, are you done?” hope fades “No daddy.” 90 seconds more and then 20 more then 10 more and still no auditory delight. As if the plan was to bring me to within and inch of happiness and then stomp on my enlarged spirit with his little stinky pasty white feet. “I done” liar! He’s not done. He didn’t do anything. But I play the role of a trusting father and place him in the tub for his overdue bubble bath. He stands there looking at me in 6 inches of bubbly water. A toy truck in one hand and his wiener in the other. Sadly he utters “Daddy, It didn’t work”. Depression sets in. Daddy hopes went up so high and then plummeted down lower then where they started. My son didn’t pee in the potty. I know this because as I realized that this will go on for many many more months, I watched him look down at his hand (the one holding his wiener), and piss in the tub. Tomorrow I will try again, but first and for most I have to figure out what’s wrong with the toilet and why it’s “not working”.

I’m not mad, anymore

Changing my son’s shitty bum. He’s in a good mood, I’m in a good mood. Until he starts kicking his feet and getting his heals in the crap. I raise my voice and yell at him “Matthew stop it!”. He stops looks at me and very calmly says “Don’t be mad at me daddy, I’m sorry.” What a precious little sweetheart. I finished up, got him dressed and we exchanged a hug. All was better and we went back to watching Treehouse and eating raisins.