Let sleeping dogs lie?

We switched My Boy from a crib to a toddler bed when he was about 2.5 years old. I mostly did this because he was no longer napping during the day (noooooooooooooo!) and to preserve my sanity, I needed to enforce some sort of quiet time. I figured he would be more hip to the idea if he could get out of bed and play with stuff in his "room" (actually a walk-in closet. Non-SF residents may be alarmed by this; SF residents are probably jealous that we can still make a 1-bedroom work). We had no problems with the transition to the bed, and thanks to some consistency with the quiet times and bribing with Starbursts, he'll stay in his room for an hour or so each day. But just because he has a nice big boy bed available doesn't mean he'll sleep there. A couple times when we've checked on him at night, this is what we'll find:

Then about a month ago, we opened the door to this (same pajamas, different night):

Hee hee! It makes me laugh to consider what went through his head to get him to this point. Was he just playing in there and nodded off? Or did he think, "Toy hamper...so cozy...must sleep inside..." We debated about whether or not to move him and ended up with a "yes" decision. Silly, silly boy!

Numb nut?

Hee hee hee!

I pledge allegiance

I recently bought Weezer's Red Album for My Husband for Father's Day. I had only heard one track--"Pork and Beans" (see the great video below)--but I would have purchased it even if I'd heard zero tracks because I love them. That got me thinking...which other artists do I feel such loyalty toward that I'll buy anything they put out? Here's my list:

Fiona Apple: messed up, angry girl music does NOT get better than this. She's best known for "Criminal" in the mid-90s. Her album When the Pawn... is my favorite--I can listen to it straight through and love every track. But all her stuff is great. And her version of "Across the Universe" by the Beatles is FANTASTIC.

Beck: so quirky and offbeat, and he does all kinds of music well. His lyrics are very original as evidenced by "Loser," which he's probably best known for. I particularly like his upbeat, disco-y tracks. Guero is my favorite album, followed by Midnight Vultures. Sea Change is somber and kind of twangy but great if you're in the mood.

Ben Folds: I'm a bit less gushy about Ben Folds because he has a few songs I actually dislike as opposed to just thinking they're okay. But overall his music is unique, entertaining, and sometimes touching. He's most famous for "Brick" from the mid-90s, an atypical song he did with his band Ben Folds Five. My favorite tracks from him (inlcuding ones with Ben Folds Five) are "Don't Change Your Plans," "Jane," "One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces," "Give Judy My Notice," and "The Last Polka."

Michael Jackson: yes, he's a strange person (to put it mildly), but you cannot deny this man is extremely talented. And okay, I didn't love Invincible, his last album from 2001, but "Unbreakable" was great and "You Rock My World" was pretty good. I am also a fan of most of the tracks on HIStory Disc 2 (1995). Plus all the songs he's known for of course.

Who are your favorites? I'd like to know...

Here I go

Although I enjoy lurking around the blogs of others, I've been resistant to the idea of starting my own. I'm not sure why--something to do with wasting too much time on it, thinking it would be no good because I hate taking pictures of stuff I'm doing, worried I'd reveal too much about myself? But several days ago in the shower, my mind became so absorbed with thoughts of theoretical blog posts that I didn't remember if I had washed my hair when I got out. So I'm going to give this a shot. I can't promise I'll post frequently or include much that's worth reading, but here it goes.

I have a fabulous, almost 3-year-old son named My Boy (sorry--I think I want to keep this public, and I feel a bit shifty about using his real name). My Boy is a talker, and his chattiness has recently evolved into a Question Parade. A Question Parade for me, mostly. Like this:

My Boy (in the car): why are you driving?
Me: because we're going home
My Boy: why are we going home?
Me: because you need to take a rest
My Boy: why do I need to take a rest?

And so on. Sometimes I find this amusing and cute, and other times I want to hit my head hard on a sturdy, nearby object. Often when I ask him to stop doing something (playing with his silverware at a meal, being loud while I'm on the phone, asking to watch more TV, etc.), his question will be, "Why you said that?" in a raised voice with a scowl on his face. And now you know the story of the name of my blog.