Sonblogging, because I haven't in a while.

"How's the boy?" some of you might ask.

He's well. The last 3-6 months have been some of the best (his double ear infection some weeks back notwithstanding).

He loves watching PBS Kids Sprout's "The Good Night Show," and still loves Thomas the Pain Train (his favorite characters are Gordon and Diesel 10). He is starting to enjoy Bob the Builder, which I can't take seriously since Bob is voiced by Greg Proops and I've watched too much "Whose Line."

He also loves Mommy and Daddy.

He enjoys visits to his pediatrician. Yesterday, so when I loaded him up in the car, he looked at me and said, "Daddy. I'm sick. Go see Doc Bies." I felt his head - he didn't feel warm, so I asked the owner of the daycare, and she explained that one of the other kids was sick (great). Naturally, my son also wanted to be sick so he could go to the doctor. (I think that this is an indirect consequence of making medicine taste like candy.)

Also have had a couple of out-of-the-blue moments with him the last week or so. Some mornings, when I am taking him to the daycare, we'll pass the road where I turn to go to my day job at the Spirit Sapper, and I'll say, "That's where Daddy goes to work after I drop you off at (daycare)." One evening last week, on the way home from the daycare, when we passed that road, he said, "That's where Daddy goes work after drop me at (daycare)." It was sweet, and I almost wrecked the car, I was so proud.

Also, since he loves Thomas the Pain Train so much, he also enjoys real-life trains and real-life train tracks. Because there are no railroad crossings between the daycare and our house, I'll often take a side trip to cross a couple of tracks, since it's not too far out of the way. A couple of weeks ago, we had crossed about four different crossings, and he wanted to go across more. I told him that instead of wanting to go across more, he should understand that we were going out of our way to do this, and he should tell me, "Thank you for taking me across the choo-choo tracks, Daddy."

Lo and behold, one night last week, that's exactly what he said - completely out of the blue and without any cues from me.

So, it's going well. I love being a daddy, and I hope one day after I'm gone, he'll look back and say how much he loved being my son.

(Personal note to the Captain: It's moments like these you have to look forward to, buddy. Makes all of the sleepless nights and stressful moments worthwhile.)