My son seems to really be into superheroes right now. He’s always pretending to be Batman or Superman or whatever hero comes to mind at that time of play.

Yesterday, while running around naked at my parent’s house, he made up his own superhero…Butt Man! It seems Butt Man has the ability to blast mudd out of his butt and into your face. That’s right, we spent a good 10 minutes or so being defeated by blasts of mudd from Butt Man’s butt.

My wife and I laughed so hard that we almost couldn’t breath. My parents however looked a little worried.

My wife, Mahra, joined her church choir and yesterday was their first performance since she joined. Quincy and I attended church with her so that we could hear her sing. After they finished the first of two songs Quincy stood up on his chair, stuck up one thumb and shouted out…

That’s my Mommy!

I guess that week of practice mommy and Quincy did paid off, because the entire church broke out in booming laughter. And mommy looked pretty proud too.

We went to my sister-in-law’s, Maija, house to celebrate Christmas today. As we got off the highway and pulled into the neighborhood where she lives my son, Quincy, said…

Is this the land of Aunty Maija?

My wife and I laughed for awhile over that one.

Well, it’s that time of year again. That time when everyone starts making their New Year Resolutions. I don’t believe I have ever made any new year resolutions. In fact, I have never understood why people put so much importance on this time of year. I guess as a kid it was a reason to stay up late and maybe go to a party. Well, enough of my new year scroogness. This year I will play the game and make three resolutions.

• Loose some weight.
• Start painting or drawing again.
• Do more fun stuff with the family.

Ok, let’s see how those work out.

The other night my brother-in-law mentioned that my niece wanted to roast chestnuts in their fireplace. So we starting talking about how one roasts a chestnut correctly. For some reason, roasting didn’t seem like it was the correct term and that it should be toasting. I even was convinced that the song said “toasting chestnuts over an open fire”. But, via the grand power of google and the internet, I have discovered that it is indeed roasting and a rather fancy ordeal if you want to roast a chestnut the old fashion way.