He's not yet 3 months old, but Anderson has now become the King of Manipulation. All because of a smile ...
So I'm now back to updating the blog. I reread Natalie's entry and it was just so ... cheerful. Not always my style, you know. That's why we balance each other so well. My lack of cheer comes not from a disdain for the Christmas season, which started on July 17th this year, if I recall. Rather I'm still smarting over being smacked in the head with a bag of quarters with my nephrology board exam.
To get over this, I've signed up for my second "Ironman" race, Ironman Arizona. This will occur on November 23rd next year, if anyone wants to come watch. 2.4 miles of swimming, followed by 112 miles of biking and 26.2 miles of running through what hopefully isn't a torturously hot Arizona day.
But back to Anderson, or "Don Juan". He has his daycare workers wrapped around his finger. First, Anderson isn't a mutant like some of the other kids in the class. Well .. he does still have the reddish discoloration on his forehead that makes him look like a Star Trek character, but he behaves well, which is key. Except that he farts all of the time. That's not why he's Don Juan, or at least I don't think it is. It's his smile. Much like Jessica Simpson, he's learned that smiling gets him attention. And the daycare workers ("Miss" Maci, "Miss" Laci ... I kid you not. You gotta love daycare workers with porn star names ...) eat it up. Every time that I come to visit one of them has him in their arms, playing with him. And they claim it's not because he's been crying. He does this at home now, too. And we fall for it because we're suckers for his smile.
That's all for now. I'll get back to my normal sarcastic self soon ...
