I have a weird son, by Russ

What is the common use for all of the items below? (A trapeze swing, flower pots, mini basketball hoop, a shopping cart, an overturned stool, a patio table, a baby swing, a nerf basketball hoop, and a "little people" garage.)

Give up?

The answer: they all serve as a basketball goal.

Except for the table, that one is more putting/lawn bowling/bocce, but the idea is the same, put the ball in the hole.

It is really amazing the focus he has while playing basketball. He can play for, literally no hyperbole here, a solid hour. With most things he will lose interest in a matter of minutes. The only down side, he needs an audience. That means that I have to watch him for the said hour. That should cut off some of the, “you lucky bastard” comments. Initially, I thought that I was getting a veritable get out of jail free card. Give him a ball and a “hoop” and I have an hour to clean, blog, play, shower, other, but no I must watch and cheer and occasionally participate.

Still all in all, it’s pretty cool. The wife keeps nagging me to take a video of him playing so we have our version of “Tiger playing golf at a young age”. I do need to do that, just to bore you all with it.

Another way that my son is odd. Food wise. He does not seem to care for hard or semi-hard cheeses (read as swiss, gouda, parmesan, asiago, cheddar, etc). He does have a fondness for soft cheeses however. We were watching the Masters this past weekend and we would have a cheese plate as a snack. On Saturday, we had brie and mozzarella wrapped in prosciutto. (The latter wasn’t as good as it usually is.) Mr. B was ok with the mozzarella in prosciutto (san prosciutto), but couldn’t get enough of the brie. Who is the last two year old that you knew who loved triple cream brie?

On Sunday, we got the brie back out and opened some fresh goat cheese that we purchased at the farmers’ market. Initially, all he wanted was the brie (not that I could blame him, it’s good stuff), but after he tried the goat cheese, he would lick the cracker clean and start gesturing to put more goat cheese on the cracker. He would do this with great excitement. (The goat cheese was very good btw, much better than the chevre you see in the grocery store.)

There are more ways that made him weird, but I will pocket those for future posts. I’m just glad that I’m totally normal…

On the pictures, he doesn't play while Miss L is sleeping in the swing. More accurately, he gets chastised when he throws balls while Miss L is in the swing.

For the record, all of the pictures should have printed before the body of the text. Perhaps I really need to get started on that Webexpressions thing that I spent good money on.