Today Anderson was kind enough to urinate and defecate on me, the diaper changing table and the carpet simultaneously. There was a slight smile before he did this, which I guess is common for kids prior to having a bowel movement. Why this occurs is unknown, but I'm guessing that there is a certain evil pleasure they take in making your life miserable. This (and crying louder than a 747) is how they start. I'm betting that this will probably occur in one shape or form for the next 21 years.
Because of this I'm requesting that Anderson be surgically repositioned in Natalie's uterus. It seems that everyone was happier when he was there the first time. Anderson was floating in a big, warm swimming pool where he could pee freely. Natalie could say "Look at my pregnant belly and give me the props that I deserve." She'd even have a bigger belly now and would get even more respect. And me? I could, well ... sleep. And not have every bodily process performed on me. Goign back to the uterus would be like a sequel. Usually not good, but every once in a while you get Spiderman 2. I'm looking into this ...
From a pop culture point of view, I just saw the first episode of "Pushing Daisies", which is a new show on ABC. A quirky, fairy-tale story of a guy who brings people back to life by touching them. The only problem is that if he touches them again they die, this time permanently. Charming show. Check it out.
Finally, my half-Ironman triathlon is this Sunday. Barring a fall or technical problems with the bike, the only slight risk is that of me drowning. I'm not a strong swimmer. If I do drown, I'll probably make CNN and you'll know how I did that way. If not, results will be found at:
http://www.endorfunsports.com/longhorn/longhornhalfiron.html
No new photos this time ... sorry!
