Seth's Weblog

You can tell if your little one is growing up when you have to check his pockets before his pants go in the wash.

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I think our boy could eat his weight in Cheetos. It would take me an hour to clean his teeth.

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Today I teased Seth for breaking wind. Giggling from the kitchen floor, he said, “I like it when you call me Tooter bug.”

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When he suddenly gets mad, the scar on the bridge of his nose turns really white.

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AFTER cleaning the bathrooms today, something caught my eye on our mirror, a spot I’d missed. They were little hand prints, Seth’s size, and high enough that he was obviously standing on the counter when he left them.

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Seth pointed out the beef jerky again this morning at the grocery store. Is that the old meat? he asked, verifying that this is what we call it. Then he asked if the big Indian endorsing it on the front eats it himself. I said yes, he probably does. I told him I don’t eat it anymore, but I used to.

Actually, I ate it up until a car trip through Memphis, one of many between Searcy, AR and Winona, MS. Brad saw that I’d picked up some beef jerky at the convenience store. He was appalled. Do you remember that Brad? This was followed by a stream of rhetorical questions like, “How could you eat that?” I haven’t eaten it since. I’m sure it was chock full of sodium anyway. I used to be a salt fiend.

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For all of his temper tantrums and love of burping, Seth catches on to all the polite words. His thank yous are consistent, and he’s very prompt with an I’m sorry (as long as it was an accident. Doing things on purpose means we have to coax the I’m sorry out.)

He recently started using the word “May” instead of “can”. For some reason this makes me think of Elmo, who Seth watches. It’s not a word I’ve pushed on the children. He hasn’t quite caught on to the right usage but gives it his own twist. Example: “May you help me wash my hands?”

He’s fond of “actually” which he uses correctly. He used “obviously” the other day in the middle of a thought. It didn’t make any sense which made it that much cuter.

My favorite Seffieism: “This toy doesn’t understand me!”

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