February 14, 2007

In Worcester our streets are not plowed by mere snowplows. Ok, some are. But they are HUGE, and don’t fit down some of the residential streets. Instead, we get a hinged-at-the-middle-so-very-nimble full-sized bulldozer. And you’ll never guess who loves bulldozers. Ok, you will. It’s Hayes.

Fortunately, I can prolong the bulldozer watching magic, as I can see the bulldozer come down the street from our home office. So, when I saw it, I went to get Hayes. The sitter, Hayes and I watched as the bulldozer plowed. Hayes couldn’t have been more excited. Better still, the driver noticed us watching and put on a show. He took about 5 more passes than he needed to clear the street, then he pulls in the driveway plow raised — into the driveway (which is quite narrow and book-ended by picket fences) drops his plow (which barely made it between the fences), and dug out the the annoying snowplow backwash that usually collects at the end of the driveway.

I thought Hayes might have a heart attack, he was so pleased. The only problem was he started crying when the bulldozer left, shouting “Bulldozer come and see ME!” But… my job just became easier because I have 1/4 less driveway to shovel. Yeah Worcester Public Works! Whoever drives that bulldozer in the Mass Ave neighborhood deserves a raise!

February 12, 2007

Star Wars + Space Ships + Robots + Legos = someone get this for Hayes stat. (Ok, dad… I said Hayes and meant… uh.. me)

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“Orange real pillow,” that’s what Hayes calls his first pillow. Yes, we’ve made a transition of sorts. Hayes now has a pillow, get’s tucked in nightly and sleeps with his head on said pillow. It’s a big change from Hayes’ old fall and sleep days where we’d go into to check on him and he’d look as if he’d been happily playing then fallen over into a sleep induced coma.

So big boy time is rapidly approaching. Now… I guess we’re going to have to think about taking him out of the crib. On second thought, maybe we’ll just leave him there.

February 5, 2007

We got some snow.

February 1, 2007

Uhm… yah. That thing you’ve been reading about my old hometown of Boston and the Adult Swim bomb mistake. Sorry about that. I really am. Apparently we’ve lost our sense of humor, taking Light-Brite ghosts fliping the bird a bit too seriously these days. My favorite was Mayor Mumbles quote, “I received a call… about a suspicious bomb in Sullivan Square…” Suspicious bomb? What bomb in a city isn’t suspicious? I mean, it’s a good thing no one jumped to conclusions… clearly it was a bomb, and a bomb in a city is certainly suspicious. Oh, wait, you mean it was a Light-Brite? Huh. Man, and I thought we were cool. Good thing I moved out of that place — next they might’ve mistaken Hayes for a terrorist.