February 2009: "I Going to Turn Into Hoak."

Like his daddy, Lyndon is a huge Hulk fan. I was getting ready for work earlier this week, and Lyndon was coloring in the office. I heard him say, "I going to turn into Hoak. Yes, I am." I looked in the office and he was coloring his hands and feet green with a crayon. The next night, while taking a bath, he once again decided he was "Hoak." He was "smashing" the whirlpool cause by the drain. He would say, "Hulk smash the whirlpool" and was getting pretty animated when he bonked his head on the side of the tub. Rather than crying, he stayed in character as all the water drained from the tub, muttering, "Hulk wet....Hulk....bump his head."

Colin, meanwhile, has a fine pair of teeth finally. A partner of his brand new choppers is a moodiness that I can only surmise was genetically passed on from his mother. Hey, I write the blog, people, so I have creative license of these types of comments. He's not walking yet, but teeters happily with no fear as we do our best to catch him before he bonks his head on something. He also believes his brother to be the funniest living human being, which is tough, because I've always thought that I was the funniest living human being.