Shaggy?

Daniel has always been a 'phase' oriented type of kid. When he gets into something he really gets into it. We had a Thomas phase that was unbelievable, and that lasted a pretty good amount of time. Spiderman, Thomas, Batman, Legos. Those are some of the things that he has immersed himself in during his brief, but entertaining life so far. Recently Suzy has been recording some Scooby Doo videos for the boys to watch. Nothing too strange there, yet. The boys like them, not too surprising, Suzy and I liked watching them when we were growing up. This is where it gets a little askew, Daniel's favorite character in Scooby Doo is... Shaggy. Shaggy? Yup, that's right, it is Shaggy. To the point that he has asked Suzy to make a Scooby Snack box that he totes around with him. Last night he changed into a Shaggy outfit, green shirt, khaki pants. After bath he wanted his hair combed like Shaggy. His hero right now is Shaggy. Hopefully this phase won't last too long, because, no, I would not like another Scooby Snack, thanks for asking.

Pound Pound Pound

Two days ago my wife gave me wonderful news. She took the door lock off of Sammy's door. I completely understand why you are wondering why that is wonderful news. Who cares? The progression is this: Sammy wears a diaper all of the time -> Sammy wears a diaper only while sleeping -> Sammy doesn't wear a diaper at all, but has a door lock on his door so he has to knock if he needs to go to the bathroom -> No door lock, he can go when he wants to. We implemented stage three with Daniel (putting on the door lock) because after he stopped wearing the diaper we were afraid he would come out of his room for no reason at all and wander the house at all hours. The door lock is a pain, though, because whenever they need to use the facilities (no matter the hour) you hear POUND, POUND, POUND! Since your child has just recently started the art of not peeing on himself, you want to rush to the scene since he probably hasn't quite mastered the art yet. So that leads to 5:30 AM pounding sounds waking you up. When Suzy told me she removed the door lock that meant that no more pounding. It makes you a little nervous for awhile, this is Sammy we are talking about, but overall I am very happy that my little guy is on his own now for taking care of his business.
Now if I could only get him to wipe his own rear...