The terrible two of a kind

What happened to September? Here we are - living our life - and suddenly it's six weeks later. Oy. I'd say we've been busy, but that's a dumb excuse for not blogging. The good news is the whole fam damily seems to have shimmied into the rhythm of fall: Dad started night school twice per week, Sam and I grace the city of Bloomington for a couple of hours every Monday night, and Mom's keeping pace with the corporate world.

What's in Bloomington? So glad you asked! It's some kind of parent-kid thing. I hang out with a bunch of two and three year old cherubs; Sam camps in the day care. Mom chills with us for a bit and then she flocks with the other parents to chat about things like routines, tantrums and potty training. Lord knows why she needs help with her tantrums and potty abilities, but who am I to rock that boat? This Monday night school thing is pretty sweet. Dad gets a kid-free night to finish homework, Mom's meeting other parents, and I get to relax with new toys, fun people, and a whole room full of gym mats, slides and dodge balls  ... need I say more?

I had a birthday somewhere in there. Yep - rockin' into the twos, and Dad says that they're far from terrible. We celebrated in style: A picnic lunch at a park with cousins Greta, Nora, Mary Kate and Aunt Bridget. I'm telling you: slides, swings, cool plastic ladder things to climb, angel food cake cupcakes ... I even scored a few new friends out of the deal. Not a a bad way to ring in the start of my third year 'round here. Speaking of birthdays, Sam's set to cross the one-year mark on Halloween. Has that gone fast or what? He's crawling everywhere, cruising along furniture when convenient for him, popping a few teeth, and drooling like a St. Bernard. The good news is, the two of us get along famously these days.

Mom declares that my quarter got stuck. Whatever that means. I finally figured out how to string a few words together, and conversations abound! I talk to the puppies, the neighborhood kids, the walkers, the joggers, the regulars at the park, and my favorite friend, Curious George. Words have never flowed so smoothly; my vocabulary expands exponentially by the day. Favorite phrases include "go down the sccchhhlide," "ride the 'wing," "no, Sam," "Mom ahh work," "Dad ahh cool," "preaze," "no kaynk you," "not yet," and "chill out, dog," and "night-night Curious George." For Christmas, I think I'll request a thesaurus.

In other events, we had a blast at the State Fair with Uncle Mike and Aunt Tammy. We schlepped to Omaha to visit the Corrigan aunts, uncles and cousins, and Grandma and Grandpa Corrigan swung into the Richfield estates for a visit. It's been a pretty sweet six weeks, and these warm fall days whisper the promise of continued good times.
Anticipating a speedy return ... Ken