Long Overdue

As we enter a history-making few days, and I do mean that somewhat sincerely for all you rolling your eyes right now, I must apologize for being pretty lax in keeping Mr. O's fans up to date on his own history-making adventures of late.

You can see from the new slidesh-O to the left, he's just plain growin' up. As I posted it today, I took a look back at some of our past shows. Wow.

During the past couple post-less months, Mr. O's enjoyed the first Christmas he was really aware of and surprised us with a hearty "Ho, ho, ho." He traveled to visit grandparents on both sides. Got a nice shiner after a mishap with a dump truck and a doorway. And he developed a passion for both mac-n-cheese and Bluths Cluths, a.k.a. Blues Clues.

For me, though, one thing stands out the most, and it's a memory I just can't shake.

O and I had a conversation. A real one. Three questions. Three answers.

M: "Did you have a good day, O?"

O: "Jes."

M: "What did you do?"

O: "Dot, dots." (As he raised his marker-covered hands to show off his work.)

M: "What did you have for lunch?"

O: "Cheese."

I can clearly remember my own mother's frustration at not being able to get much more than that out of me at the age of 15. Hopefully, O and I can get in a few more good talks before then.