Why so serious?

Pat is watching Iron Man. I opted out and he seemed so disappointed to have to watch it himself. I took a bath. A bath is something I do when the a/c makes me cold. A hot bath sounds so good. I run the bath and pour in my cheap bubble bath that makes about 4 bubbles. Then I get in the bath and it's too hot. Our faucet only runs on two settings: cold and melt your skin off. So I freeze while reading a book next to the tub waiting for the water to cool down. Try again, and if it's cool enough I get in. But the water is not hot enough and after a few minutes I get out. Or, the water is still very hot and my forehead drips sweat. And then I get out. The idea of a hot bubble bath is 10 times more satisfying than the actual bath.

Sawyer is all boy. We know this because he looks like a boy, has a penis, and injures himself daily. On Thursday, he did a header into the edge of a cabinet door that was open. Lots of blood. The mouth bleeds so much. It doesn't really scare me though. I've probably said this before, but I DO sweat the small stuff and the advantage for me is that somehow I don't sweat the big stuff. So blood gushing out of my son's mouth is no reason for me to panic. Fortunately, he doesn't look like Sugar Ray Leonard and only has a big flap of skin coming out of the inside of his cheek where he bit it. He has a couple other scrapes on his face, but little people heal so fast. In the middle of his crying, while sitting on the kitchen counter getting cleaned up, he saw cupcakes and stopped to calmly point and say, "Kook." Then he went back to crying. Drama king.

Another way we know Sawyer is a boy is that he loves cars. He now wakes up in the morning saying, "Cars, cars..." and then has to bounce over to wherever he left them the night before. Tonight I told him, "Bedtime, say night night to your cars." So he lined them up on a shelf and turned them all sideways to sleep. "Night! Bye-cya! Adios!" Adios sounds more like "avos." I always wondered how cars slept and now know they sleep on their sides. Duh.

Our Christmas tree is up and we're trying to get the house decorated for our Christmas Bangkoktail party. Our hopes are that Sawyer will sleep soundly in our back bedroom and not hear a thing out of all of the guests. If that doesn't work out, well, it will just have to work out. Pat and I are sort of at odds on how to decorate. He wants to go with an ice theme for our bar and put blue and silver all over and have dry ice. I am going for a retro-Christmas look but can't find anything here that really says, "Brady Bunch Christmas." Maybe that's a good thing.

That top picture of me and Sawyer is the cheese face that we ask him to make all the time. Pat is responsible for the mohawk and I agree with Rachel: the mohawk amplifies any attitude from your child into "major punk incorrigable attitude." It's funny how that happens. But, alas, Sawyer is mostly a sweetie pie. Today he tried to give kisses to an ant he found on the playground. I hope he is this sweet with all his new kid friends when we get back to the US. And I'm finding that that number is growing every day...