This is exactly why David and I can't have nice things. Because instead of putting nice things up high where one can look at and admire but not touch them, David and I just throw nice things around and use them in ways that might make a recently deceased man who gave a young couple a nice dictionary when they got married actually roll around in his grave.

Yup, Austin won't use a highchair anymore but he will use a current edition of the American Heritage Dictionary to sit on while he dissects scrambled eggs with his sippy-cup. I guess I should just be grateful that he eats eggs and that he can actually sit down to do it...occasionally.

As I am tired and honestly, would rather be sleeping instead of passing on quaint tidbits of our bohemian life, (if you were more cynical you might just call us poor). I am going to finish up with another small list of interest. Um, the list is as follows:




1. Austin is at the last size of diapers before you get to the "jumbo size".

2. If you asked Austin what he did today, he would tell you he rode on a "bar whore" (in my less colloquial use of the English language, I might mention that we went to the carousel downtown and that Austin rode a brown horse).

3. David and I both hate our loud, drunk, overpaid, financial district working neighbors and I especially hate the short anal-retentive haircuts all the males of that particluar species sport. I just do. Austin, in his niave and hopeful youth, seems to be more open-minded than we are.

4. Austin can say blue ("boo"), brown ("bar"), green ("geen") red ("pink")....and while he is saying all these words, he can continually hand me books from the nearby bookshelf as I sit on the pot to have a pee. As you can see, we have sucessfully trained him to think it is normal to read in the bathroom. Whether this is good or bad is a personal opinion you all should keep to yourself.