Trying to explain myself

Busy day at work: My friends stood outside for a couple hours worrying about explosives, but just ended up with a nasty disruption. I called all my parents, proactively, in case they had happened on the earlier internet headlines which referenced a "bomb scare". I tried to explain it to one of my friends, but it didn't make sense out loud.

Bug has been all slapstick, with emphasis on the "slap" lately. He's so much in his head lately that he's doing goofy things like bouncing off walls. He's also a little lean on cause-and-effect lately, as evidenced by his gazing into the nozzle of the water hose before pulling the trigger. (Priceless. Where is my optically-embedded video camera when I need it?) He biffs and bashes like a train, he flops like a fish, he trots around the house singing tuneless little scraps of song. His tantrums are still really fierce, but somewhat less frequent. We are finally gaining a little bit of enthusiasm on the whole topic of underpants. He cooks in the bathtub; he's now pretty fluent in making cakes (especially chocolate almond cakes), lemonade, pie, and ice cream. He still loves trains, train stories, train noises, train stickers, and trains. In short, he's just pretty awesome.

We seem to have a spot on Super-Duper Preschool, visiting tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.