Mae: A Two Trick Pony

So there are not a lot of things Mae can do that I can't, right? And to be honest I kind of like it that way.

However, there are two things she can do and let me explain them to you. The first is whistling. We've both been trying to learn to whistle for a long time, but me much longer than her. There's just been a lot of blowing in and blowing out. Well, she started to get close about 2-3 weeks ago and lo and behold, the kid can now whistle Dixie for goodness sake.

The second thing she can do that I can't is ride a bike with one hand. It's long been documented that Mae's bike riding skills are second to none. I remember even last summer people would stop mom and dad and they just couldn't believe the kid was off training wheels and just zipping up and down the block. It's kind of like potty training when I just learned to go on the potty and then she followed up a couple months later even though she is two years younger than me.

Well, the other night we were out front riding bikes up and down the block and she comes rolling through yelling, "GUYS, WATCH THIS!" She proceeds to take one hand off her bike and starts whistling at the same time.

At first I felt like she might be rubbing it in my face, but knowing Mae like I do I realized that was not the case and we all got a good kick out of it.

She might not be the smartest knife in the drawer and she's definitely still afraid of her shadow, but she's got me on the bike-riding-one-handed-while-whistling talent front.

Clean As A Whistle

So I went to get my haircut and-

Wait, Fin, you've already posted about getting your haircut, are you sure y-


Hey, hold it Mr. Narrator italicized font guy, check the name of this blog and slow your roll.

The reason this post is monumental (slight hyperbole there) is that after four haircuts and not getting my hair washed (the best part of a haircut, Dad says), I got the courage mustered up to clean my noggin before I got it cut.

That's Josie, the girl who cuts my hair. One of the sweeter (weirder) tattoos you'll see is owned by Josie - a pair of haircutting scissors, technically known as shears, runs from her right elbow all the way down to her hand. Maybe I'll just stick with crayons.

Anyway, suds...

Cut and dry...

And not only the softest, cleanest hair I've had in four years and four months, but a Tootsie Pop from Josie; not a bad evening at the hair salon.

Three Cheers For Chores

So having already mastered putting silverware away (and loving it, by the way), I've moved on to some bigger and better chores activity. Like a bear in the zoo, I like my eating area to remain clean (I have no idea if Bears at zoos actually do that but it sounded good) so one night I just grabbed the spray and the cloth and got after it.

Gotta keep that bench clean, too.

Now if only I could whistle (while I work).