"Cleanup in the produce department!"

Wes keeps track of our shopping list so I only have to go back to Whole Foods twice.

That whole "cleanup" thing?

Totally not our fault.

I think if our market tries to nudge peckish customers into impulse purchases by assembling pretentious displays of grapes and cheeses in the produce department, they might as well put up a sign that says, "Please splatter our floors with debris" (or "da brie," or in last Saturday's case, ubriaco cheese and Tudor premium red grapes).

Regardless, it's nice to see someone else's floor splotched with food. Sometimes after Wesley eats his fruits and vegetables -- which look exactly like the items pictured above (if you put them in a Cuisinart for an hour) -- we get a similar effect.

Harley David Son

This picture doesn't do it justice. Wesley is actually hunched forward in his swing, white-knuckling it, looking very much like he's riding his Ducati 999 hard through Topanga Canyon, banking into each turn.

But there's a stringent helmet law in California, so for now he's just drooling and having a good time. In the living room.

Not Trying to Read Too Much Into This, But...

Wesley loves books, loves holding them, loves turning their pages (and, yes, loves drooling on them -- what's your point?). I wonder if someday he'll show his children this photo and they'll all laugh about how old-fashioned, you know, actual "books" are.

Incidentally, the book Wesley is perusing here is called "Pajama Time," and follows a group of very upbeat and enthusiastic animals getting ready for bed.

Elephants, rhinos, cats, dogs, pigs and bunnies all putting on their sleepwear, singing and dancing, describing their pajamas: "...Some are fuzzy. Some are not. But we can all pajammy in whatever we got."

Um. "Pajammy"?

Shanon and I played Scrabble last night and -- trust me -- Wesley's already going to have enough trouble differentiating between real words and Shanon's ridiculous made-up words not-so-real words because both parents are, uh, let's call it "creative" on this front. Examples from last night include: ot, lume, polleny, quainger. (Full disclosure: the latter two were mine.)

I don't think we need to be confusing Wes with things like "pajammy" -- although if we were all playing Scrabble together we'd probably give it to him (assuming he wasn't winning -- we're pretty cutthroat with those little lettered tiles).