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My mother-in-law and sister-in-law were visiting for the weekend to celebrate the twins third birthday. My sister-in-law brought over a bunch of “Best of Muppet Show” DVDs and we had a blast tonight watching a couple episodes. See, though they have never watched any of the movies, my boys have become fascinated with Star Wars characters thanks to a gift of some Pez Dispensers last Christmas (“Daddy, can I play with Emperor Palpatine?”), so Jacob and Joshua went total ape-shit over the Mark Hammill / “Stars of Star Wars” episode. And I found out that I’ve had a little crush on Carol Burnett for a couple decades thanks to those airings our family used to watch on the CBC…

Via Dive Into Mark. Brilliant!

We have a puzzle of the United Stated of America and this is what I heard my wife saying to one of the boys this morning over the phone…

Today at dinnertime, Joshua, one of our two-years olds, climbed up onto my chair and sat down, expecting to be fed.

Daddy: Joshua, that’s Daddy’s chair, you need to sit in your own chair.

Joshua: No, sit, sit … chair!

Daddy: But if you sit there, where am I going to sit?

After thinking for a minute, Joshua pointed at the chair with his booster-seat strapped to it and said “Sit there”.

Daddy: [Laughing] No, Daddy’s too big to sit there.

At this point, Sam turned to me excitedly and asked: “Do you realize you are actually having a conversation with your son?”.

I’ve thought about it, and of course I’ve had other “conversations” with both Joshua and Jacob before, but Sam asked me to remember this one in case she forgets it someday.

As you wish.

Well, our twin sons, Joshua and Jacob are two years old today. Two years ago at this time I was trying to wrap my head around the concept of being a father for the rest of my life after meeting the boys for the first time face-to-face, meanwhile my wife was being stitched back together after her scheduled C-section.

At the time, I didn’t really know what it means to be a father. Although I had excellent examples in my own parents, it was still just a label. It was something that had never applied to me before so I had no way of knowing what it truly meant. I think I’m only beginning to understand that responsibility and that makes me appreciate my parents even more. Sam and I still turn to each other every few nights and say to each other “Can this really be happening?”

It’s been a challenging two years in many, many ways, but we consider ourselves very blessed.

Check out my photos on Flickr for some pictures I uploaded this morning.

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Sam and I took the boys to Toys “R” Us last night more for something to do than for shopping. They had fun, smeared their germs on some toys while Sam and I got some ideas for Christmas.

Anyway, on the way out while packing everybody into the minivan at 8:45 PM (we didn’t realize how late it was), I saw two younger guys getting out of their car and carrying a bundle of stuff towards the store. I didn’t think anything of it until I started pulling out of the parking lot and saw them sitting down beside the store entrance, in other words planning to camp out for the night.

“I wonder what they’re camping out for… is there a Ticketmaster outlet in Toys ‘R’ Us?”

This morning when I got into work and checked my feeds, Mister Scoble enlightened me as to what they were waiting for: The Xbox 360. It was cold last night, I hope it was worth it…