Monday, May 26, 2008

Rhymes With Bacon



On Sunday morning, Harry enjoyed a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel from Einstein's. He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he not only demanded more bacon, he kept talking about bacon all day. His toys wanted to eat bacon; Harry himself was hungry for more bacon, and he thought he might even learn how to make bacon in the cooking class he's taking in July (as it's at a vegetarian cafe, this is highly unlikely).

Harry's love of all things bacon amused Ben to no end. Ben encouraged Harry to think of the smoked pork product as his favorite color, and he soon had Harry claiming bacon as the absolute superlative. Favorite animal? Bacon. Best rock band of all time? Bacon. Most awesome wonder of the ancient world? Had to be bacon.

Monday, as we strolled from Target to the grocery store, we played a round of the bacon game, which went like this:
Ben: What's your favorite smell?
Harry: (amused giggle) Bacon.
Ben: What's the best book you've ever read?
Harry: (delighted chortle) Bacon.
Ben: Who's the greatest president in history?
Harry: (totally serious) McCain

McCain? McCain?! Mcain!?!?

This answer stunned and bemused us on at least 2 levels. This is an Obama/Clinton house for one thing, and how he hell does he even know who that is, for the other?

After we bought groceries (and by the way, organic milk is suddenly over $7 a gallon in a dairy state-- we're just going to give him premium gas from now on), we asked him who the next president would be, and he again said McCain. I hope he's not clairvoyant.

Speaking of McCain, Jack is, indeed a boob man. Also a redhead. And grumpy.


Harry's "Unc Ben" was in town this weekend (along with the adorable Mr. Kaleb (and my cousin Heidi and her husband Jeremy) and our friends Eric and Jaime), and as soon as Harry found out Unc Ben was bringing presents, he rolled out the welcome mat. Guess which part Harry spelled-- I'll give you a hint: It starts with the letter cow.

Here he is hanging with Unc Ben and enjoying a refreshing watte.






Again with the healthy snacks



At the petting zoo

Jack's view of the petting zoo

Harry is very bossy these days-- my own personal zoo-er guide.


Ben got to ride the Conservation Carousel a lot today, the lucky guy.

I'm not saying everyone who drives a Hummer is an asshole, but this guy sure is. Nice park job.


We always know when to leave a party-- or in his case a zoo. Tantrum time, of course!

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:02 AM

    you both are awsome parents to have such patience, and it shows in the boys )of course, not yet with Jack so much) Bommka

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  2. Ah tantrum time! I love the bacon thing, the kid knows what's good for him! Except in the area of presidential politics. Cute pictures!

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  3. Anonymous8:49 PM

    I hope Harry doesn't have ESP! I just keep thinking how you were always accurate forecasting the sex of an expected baby when you were his age. I realize that's a 50-50 probability, and this is a little different (since there are still 3 running). It does make me wonder, though.
    Would you have Harry pick me a ticket for Powerball? Just in case he is clairvoyant...

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  4. I'm so glad to see we're not thing only ones with a thing for "healthy" snacks.

    Sounds like you're raising a little Alex P. Keaton...

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