D's been doing well - I have to say, he is pretty smart.  And I'm not one of those parents who thinks their kids are perfect (obviously not - from some of the things I wrote in the blog).  Seems like just yesterday I was calling him Baby Hitler.  The resemblance is completely gone now btw.  If I thought one of my kids was a moron, I'd be the first to say so.  I'd still love them tho, but facts are the facts.  I think to "help" your kids, you really have to take an honest assessment. And not be one of those 'tard parents that always seem to show up on American Idol supporting their kids when they clearly can't sing.

Every week or two, D will say or do something that surprises me - like some observation he makes, or some activity that he is able to do by himself.  And there have been a few things where his teacher has said "In my ten plus years of teaching, I've never seen a kid _____ like D."  (BTW, the "___" is something positive - not "fart," "pick his nose and eat it," etc)

Not sure if I mentioned this before, but we send D to a pre-school a few days a week.  Mostly it's so he can get some social interaction with other kids his age, but the teachers seem to do some things we don't do much of at home, like art and music.  We think the more you can expose your kids to at an early age, the better.  At his age, learning how to socialize is super-important.  And to be honest, I think any parent needs a break from their kids one or two days a week.  I realize there are plenty of parents who can spend 24/7/52 with their kids.  TBH, Mrs. Fly and I are two people who are in love who decided to have kids, rather than two people who decided to be together to have kids they love.  Which is not to say we love our kids any less, but when we got married, our main focus wasn't to have kids (necessarily).  Anyway, I think the time off makes us a little more refreshed to spend time with our kids again.

It took D 1.5 days to be potty trained and he only had one major accident - and that was over at Maria and Luigi's house.  He just peed on their wood floor, which was kind of strange, since he had gone weeks without an accident.  I guess we forgot to ask if he needed to go, and he didn't know what he was supposed to do since we were in a new house.  Anyway, his nighttime diapers have been pretty dry, so the other day we went the next step and converted his crib (which basically looked like a jail pen), and put in the daybed attachment, so he can crawl out by himself.  Not sure if he's going to know to use the potty in the middle of the night, but we'll see.  I guess that's why they make child mattresses out of that plastic-like material.

We recently got his school photos, so I'm excited to finally put a photo of D in my wallet.  He seemed a little bummed out and confused when he saw a photo of Mrs. Fly and a bunch of photos of G in my wallet, but none of him.  Bad Daddy!  Bad!