When I got home from work the other night I was surprised that Colby was still up. Earlier that day he declared that he was going to go to bed at 10. Well I wasn't surprised when I found out the reason: he was on the floor playing chess in his underwear. I did laugh, though. Pooper's latest addiction is chess.com. You play chess online with ner--smart kids... from all over the world. And to top it off, it's "very convenient" because you have at least 24 hours for each move! So, he was having trouble deciding his next move against a lad from Great Britain (I was corrected after wrongly claiming he was from England), so he broke out his club chess set with triple weighted pieces (from me, of course) to determine the best strategy. We came up with "a plan" that would either result in check mate or poop taking Great Britain's Queen. Teehee :D. So we had a little quality time, and as un-fun as it may sound, I enjoyed it a lot. We had fun together, we usually do.

Sometimes you just need to stay up past your bedtime and play chess in your underwear.

Other recent activites:
Spent three hours making spaghetti and meatballs. We went through several commercial breaks on our newly established cooking show "Don't put poop in the food, Pooper!" and Colby was still dicing onions.

Tie dye. Well, I tie dyed for both of us because he was too miserable to do anything but go to bowling league because of his self-inflicted poison ivy. He wants me to say "self-inflicted" because it sounds better than "YOU DID THAT TO YOURSELF!"