The past two weeks have certainly been an adventure for Mum-Mum's and our hero. As the southern summer swealtering heat kicked in, the Di Man seemed to develop profuse perspiration at the scalpline and accelerated growth of kryptonite-laced mullet hair. Mum-Mum had to decide whether to swim in a pool of bodily fluids or buzz the Di Man's head.
After being refueled, Mum-Mum received a tip regarding whom to trust with her son's precious locks. So, off our duo went to a Vietnamese hair salon (via making a wrong turn from the restaurant and Mum-Mum being irritated that her GPS wasn't cooperating...adding a few extra miles on "Goldie Hyundai" (the Mum-Mum mobile -- think Bat Mobile w/o all the cool gadgets, black color, or two men in tights).
After receiving the obligatory "ooh, he big" comments from the salon staff, the "hair master" takes the Di Man into the chair and hypnotizes him with the memorizing sounds of Thomas the Train and Curious George. A short time later, the mullet is gone, Mum-mum is recovering from the shock of her son aging at least a year in a few moments time. The Di Man had a new 'do. When turned toward the mirror and asked if he liked his hair, the Di Man smiled and replied, "Yep.".
That night, after washing and drying the 'do, the Di Man further accentuated his new looks by pointing to a container of hair gel, had Mum-Mum apply the product, said "I do it," which was immediately followed by the Di Man's hands flying up into hair to style his hair into a "faux-hawk."
The following week found the Di Man crossing the Mason-Dixon line to spend a week with "Opa" and "Oma" (that's grandpa and grandma to you non-German people) in the Poconos for a bit of family fun. The Di Man was a featured "assistant" on stage in a magic show (with Mum-Mum's assistance, of course) and both Mum-Mum and the Di Man being drenched by a rogue water balloon (courtesy of Ba). Oh yes...the Di Man celebrated his first 4th of July as an American citizen by eating hot dogs and discovering a fascination with fireworks and the big "BOOM" they created (which, apparently is not as scary as the "boom" of thunder - for which Mum-Mum had to carefully explain as "the thunder in the sky talking very loudly in it's 'outside voice'"). We'll blog more about that trip at another time!
Having his 3 year-old-cousin as a partner in crime durign the trip certainly boosted the Di Man's vocabulary but not his desire to become potty trained (much to Mum-Mum's chagrin). Speaking of vocabulary...after arriving back to the Homestead, Ba, Mum-Mum and the Di Man discovered that the cat had several "accidents" on the futon, for which the Di Man pointed to the cat and responded, "Bad Cat, No Potty There" (immediately Mum-Mum began counting the number of words on her fingers and was amazed that the Di Man put his first FIVE word sentence together).
When the "accidents" continued for the second day after arriving home (no use of a clean litter box & several icky hairballs vomits later)...Mum-Mum whisked kitty away, explaining that kitty (well, technically I guess the kitty is actually a senior citizen these days...we're still waiting for her AARP card) was going to the "cat doctor."
A diagnosis of UTI & allergic dermatitis (kitty was literally bald under her chin w/ some skin breakdown & scabbing), antibiotics, laxatives, flea/tick treatment (yep, somehow our INDOOR cat acquired allergic dermatitis from flea bites...and worse yet, the Di Man's calves were covered in wheals -- that's whelts for those living south of the Mason-Dixon line -- thank goodness for 1% hydrocortisone cream and Calamine lotion), and $300 credit charge later...Mum-Mum had to explain that Bella really wasn't a "bad kitty"; that, in actuality, she actually was a good kitty and had a "boo-boo that hurt" when she tried to potty.
After arriving home, the Di Man developed a VERY active imagination (you know, he probably already had this before but now has an arsenal of English words to tell Ba and Mum-Mum what he's thinking about). Apparently, the Di Man found intrigue in breaking out his inner actor, and began pretending to be a cat, complete with "meows" and requests for Ba and Mum-Mum to "pet." What's a Mum-Mum to do but smile, laugh, pet the "kitty," and enjoy the ongoing saga of the Di Man?
This past weekend, the Di Man found himself surrounded by two beautiful girls (his cousins H & J) and Aunt Kiki (apparently Ba and Mum-Mum aren't the only ones w/ aliases). It was the first time C had met his Cousin J (who turned 7 on the 5th of this month). He had a blast & good times were had by all. Thanks to H & J, our pint-sized hero now asks to play "Woh-zee" (that's Ring-around-the-Rosie in Colinese). He also played (but didn't quite get the hang of) "Duck Duck Goose" and "Hide 'n Go Seek." Of course, the "Blue Monster" paid another visit to the Heb homestead (all of C's playmates in his Monday playgroup know to which I speak). Mum-mum made some very yummy burgers (courtesy of the Barefoot Contessa - thank you Food Network) for lunch and we enjoyed time spent w/ the extended family.
Yesterday, while the house was being "bombed" by our pest control service, C and Mum-Mum spent the afternoon w/ Aunt W & Uncle J. That evening, we were treated to some very YUMMY dinner courtesy of the dynamic duo!
So, here we are...home for almost eight months. Life is never dull, that's for sure!
After being refueled, Mum-Mum received a tip regarding whom to trust with her son's precious locks. So, off our duo went to a Vietnamese hair salon (via making a wrong turn from the restaurant and Mum-Mum being irritated that her GPS wasn't cooperating...adding a few extra miles on "Goldie Hyundai" (the Mum-Mum mobile -- think Bat Mobile w/o all the cool gadgets, black color, or two men in tights).
After receiving the obligatory "ooh, he big" comments from the salon staff, the "hair master" takes the Di Man into the chair and hypnotizes him with the memorizing sounds of Thomas the Train and Curious George. A short time later, the mullet is gone, Mum-mum is recovering from the shock of her son aging at least a year in a few moments time. The Di Man had a new 'do. When turned toward the mirror and asked if he liked his hair, the Di Man smiled and replied, "Yep.".
That night, after washing and drying the 'do, the Di Man further accentuated his new looks by pointing to a container of hair gel, had Mum-Mum apply the product, said "I do it," which was immediately followed by the Di Man's hands flying up into hair to style his hair into a "faux-hawk."
The following week found the Di Man crossing the Mason-Dixon line to spend a week with "Opa" and "Oma" (that's grandpa and grandma to you non-German people) in the Poconos for a bit of family fun. The Di Man was a featured "assistant" on stage in a magic show (with Mum-Mum's assistance, of course) and both Mum-Mum and the Di Man being drenched by a rogue water balloon (courtesy of Ba). Oh yes...the Di Man celebrated his first 4th of July as an American citizen by eating hot dogs and discovering a fascination with fireworks and the big "BOOM" they created (which, apparently is not as scary as the "boom" of thunder - for which Mum-Mum had to carefully explain as "the thunder in the sky talking very loudly in it's 'outside voice'"). We'll blog more about that trip at another time!
Having his 3 year-old-cousin as a partner in crime durign the trip certainly boosted the Di Man's vocabulary but not his desire to become potty trained (much to Mum-Mum's chagrin). Speaking of vocabulary...after arriving back to the Homestead, Ba, Mum-Mum and the Di Man discovered that the cat had several "accidents" on the futon, for which the Di Man pointed to the cat and responded, "Bad Cat, No Potty There" (immediately Mum-Mum began counting the number of words on her fingers and was amazed that the Di Man put his first FIVE word sentence together).
When the "accidents" continued for the second day after arriving home (no use of a clean litter box & several icky hairballs vomits later)...Mum-Mum whisked kitty away, explaining that kitty (well, technically I guess the kitty is actually a senior citizen these days...we're still waiting for her AARP card) was going to the "cat doctor."
A diagnosis of UTI & allergic dermatitis (kitty was literally bald under her chin w/ some skin breakdown & scabbing), antibiotics, laxatives, flea/tick treatment (yep, somehow our INDOOR cat acquired allergic dermatitis from flea bites...and worse yet, the Di Man's calves were covered in wheals -- that's whelts for those living south of the Mason-Dixon line -- thank goodness for 1% hydrocortisone cream and Calamine lotion), and $300 credit charge later...Mum-Mum had to explain that Bella really wasn't a "bad kitty"; that, in actuality, she actually was a good kitty and had a "boo-boo that hurt" when she tried to potty.
After arriving home, the Di Man developed a VERY active imagination (you know, he probably already had this before but now has an arsenal of English words to tell Ba and Mum-Mum what he's thinking about). Apparently, the Di Man found intrigue in breaking out his inner actor, and began pretending to be a cat, complete with "meows" and requests for Ba and Mum-Mum to "pet." What's a Mum-Mum to do but smile, laugh, pet the "kitty," and enjoy the ongoing saga of the Di Man?
This past weekend, the Di Man found himself surrounded by two beautiful girls (his cousins H & J) and Aunt Kiki (apparently Ba and Mum-Mum aren't the only ones w/ aliases). It was the first time C had met his Cousin J (who turned 7 on the 5th of this month). He had a blast & good times were had by all. Thanks to H & J, our pint-sized hero now asks to play "Woh-zee" (that's Ring-around-the-Rosie in Colinese). He also played (but didn't quite get the hang of) "Duck Duck Goose" and "Hide 'n Go Seek." Of course, the "Blue Monster" paid another visit to the Heb homestead (all of C's playmates in his Monday playgroup know to which I speak). Mum-mum made some very yummy burgers (courtesy of the Barefoot Contessa - thank you Food Network) for lunch and we enjoyed time spent w/ the extended family.
Yesterday, while the house was being "bombed" by our pest control service, C and Mum-Mum spent the afternoon w/ Aunt W & Uncle J. That evening, we were treated to some very YUMMY dinner courtesy of the dynamic duo!
So, here we are...home for almost eight months. Life is never dull, that's for sure!
C & Cousin A enjoying a yummy breakfast in the Poconos
Cousin J, C, and Cousin H "goofin' around"
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