Aha! I knew he was my kid!

"I'd like a kids meal, and make the hamburger plain, with no meat, just ketchup."

That's my order as a kid every time we went to McDonald's.

And today, Bry-D's clone asked for ketchup on bread, nothing else!  Finally, I have hope that my DNA is swirling around inside him!

What am I going to do?

If he's this obsessed now, what's it going to be like when he's older?

Something for Lex

Eliz has a scooter and a bike.  I thought we'd get Lex a scooter as well, but since Bry-D is always watching extreme sports, that's not what we got.

 Yeah, he has a skateboard. He's thrilled.  He doesn't even mind having to spend 5 whole minutes getting suited up to push himself around. 

He's far from mastering it, but he's pretty happy with it.  So is his Dad, big surprise, right?

I don't know why I'm surprised

Really, I can't let that man out of the house.  He took Eliz on their second date(she started begging for him to take her to dinner on Monday) and called an hour in to ask what I thought about buying a kit or all the stuff separately for the Beta fish he was buying her. 

**Eye Roll**

No, I don't really care, he's just, well, a goob.



 Eliz has decided that it's a girl fish, even though we've told her several times that it's a boy, and *her* name is Shiny.

 Bry-D pointed out that it could be used as a nightlight - like that makes it all fine and dandy.  When I asked him how this happened, he just looked guilty and said "I don't know."  Wuss.  Kay, fine, I'll admit - I'm upset that he has, yet again, found something cool for the whole family to enjoy.  Bry-D - 4ish, Me- Big, round 0.

Well, I guess this is a step in the direction of spoiling her - how many boys are going to buy her a pet on the second date?  See, I thought Lex and I were being extravagant by getting Taco Bell AND Cupcakes.  'Parently not.  So, now we have to train Lex to never, ever, ever, never TOUCH THE TANK!  If you need me, I'll be banging my hand against a wall.

His favorite thing

Since he was a wee babe, has been anything with wheels.

 Okay, so I may have influenced him a bit...

 But really, he's only ever shown real interest in things that have wheels.

 Other than mud.  Mud is his second favorite thing, and you can combine mud with wheels, and that's just the best ever.

 I don't think he's gender predisposed, I think he's genetically predisposed to loving things that go.

 I mean, his father and grandfather both have a "thing" for oil, metal and tires.

 And why shouldn't he love them?  After all, this stuff is lots fun.

 I've come to the conclusion that had he been born before the invention of the wheel, he's the guy that would have figured it out.

Just from the simple, desparate need to have something that goes.

Like father, like son

He even manages to rock the pink strap!  And Bry-D tried to say Lex isn't his clone!

His response to that statement the other day was, "That's illegal!"  So I asked him why did he do it, if he knew it was illegal?  He had no response, like the guilty man he is.

Tomorrow night, I'm taking out the trim.

That's what he said.  That's what I thought he would be doing.   But then this happened.

 That doesn't look like trim to me.  That's a toilet.  In my foyer.  Yeah, sure, c'mon over, sit on the potty and take your shoes off.  G'head, make yourself at home!

We've been together 13 years, almost 14.  You'd think I would have known that this is what "taking out the trim" would be.  The beginning of the bathroom remodel I thought we were starting next week.  I'm not upset, mostly because there isn't much point in being upset.  He can't put the toilet back in until he puts in flooring, so...yeah.  When I was in high school my parents fixed up the bathroom.  The toilet sat in front of the big picture window for weeks.  Weeks, not days, or "a" week, WEEKS.  I don't remember why, and I don't think that matters.  What matters is that the toilet sat in front of the picture window for WEEKS.  Did I mention that I was in high school?  Yes, it's possible that I'm remembering it wrong, but that event has scarred me for life.  A toilet in the picture window for WEEKS, people.  WEEKS.  And now I have one in my foyer. 

Bry-D's time off work

It seems lately, Bry-D has been off work more than he's been at work.  With vacation, holidays, and Eliz's birthday coming up, he's been home an awful lot lately.  Which leads to far more laying around doing nothing than I'd like to admit.

His favorite bedtime story

When asked to pick a story, he is just as likely to pick a book as one of these.

I'll have to get a video of Bry-D reading the articles from his Motorcyclist magazine to Lex.  The killer part is that Lez really is listening. 

I guess it's just in his DNA.  In which case I should accept this as part of life and move on.  Maybe I will.  Maybe.

It's Bryan's fault #2

A Proof in 6 Steps- It's Bryan's fault the laundry isn't done

1. Sometimes Bry-D gets really dirty at work and will change out of his work clothes into "home" clothes as soon as he gets home, thus changing outfits twice in one day.

2. This makes more laundry

3. Laundry is easy to forget about until you need it.

4. Laundry is a circular agruement that nevers ends.

5. I want a maid to my laundry so I don't have to.

6. Bry-D refuses to be my maid.

Therefore, it's Bryan's fault the laundry isn't getting done.