Who's to blame??????

We went to eat at one of our favorite little restaurants here on the island. It happens to be a Mexican place. I ordered a ceviche salad. For anyone who doesn't know, ceviche is technically raw fish, but it is "chemically cooked" by marinating in lime juice. The acid in the lime juice does something magical and the fish turns out very limey, not too fishy, and very yummy.

Anyway....I offer Alex a piece of fish. That's what I called it: fish.

Alex says no or ignores me, I don't remember which one.

So, I say instead, "Alex, would you like some ceviche?"

And he replies, "That's not ceviche. That's Nemo."

Hello??? What member of PETA recruited my 2 year old??????

And although Dan and I filled his little plate with a wonderful assortment of Mexican delights--beans, rice, tortilla chips, tomato chunks, and ceviche, he ate everything BUT the items that could possibly have been former relatives of Nemo. I guess it doesn't help that we went to the Aquarium again earlier today!

Holy cow (no pun intended). I know I did this and went all vegetarian on my parents, too. But I was more logical and reasonable. I waited until I was 12, until I could make my own cheese sandwiches, before I started swearing off eating animals!

So...where did this moral compulsion come from??? Did we show him "Finding Nemo" too early? Did he read some liberal propaganda pamphlets at an Obama rally? Is it just a matter of heredity?

Or is this where the curse begins? When I told my family that I was no longer going to eat meat, did my mother mutter under her breath "Just wait until you have children....just wait. I curse you with kids just like you!"

A Yogurt Treat for a Big Potty Boy!

We went out for frozen yogurt a few nights ago. This was to celebrate a great couple of days with the potty. Yeah, us!

While there, I pulled out my camera and snapped a few shots of Alex. He was actually dancing (that's my excuse for missing the top of his head!), but I don't do video yet, so just imagine it:


Yes, he' s dancing in this one, too. Imagine the little booty shaking, head bobbing side to side, and the spoon-hand out the side for a dramatic finish with each bite:



Now for the real entertainment of the evening. Apparently, frozen yogurt is not really captivating enough, so a few minutes after I pulled out the camera, Alex willingly gave up dessert for a chance at some amateur photography.

Here are a few of the shots....


Alex's first shot of Dan. Don't worry, this was an experiment. He gets better!


Last one a wee bit low, this one a little high...and he didn't tell me to "Say CHEESE!"

Good one of Daddy!

Another one of Mommy, still with no "1, 2, 3, CHEESE!"


A pretty good one of Daddy and Mommy together.

My budding photographer! I wonder if that will pay any better than artist....