i’ve been listening to “the best of buffalo springfield” these days, thanks to the inspiration of my friend susan (who is a fairly inspirational person in her own right. but that’s about 50 whole other stories.) BC and jools seem to love it. jools mostly loves to sing the lyrics: “stop, hey, what’s that sound, everybody look what’s goin’ down” really loud. (he’s got the whole righteous indignation thing down, too.) but this morning as we rode to jools’ school, the lyrics of another song were bastardized beyond recognition, thanks to BC:

“whoa whoa whoa, mr. soul, i dropped by to pick a patootie.”

i have no idea what BC meant, but i have a feeling that neil young’s lawyers will be calling her soon.

lots has happened since i last watched blue’s clues. for one thing, nerdy-but-hot steve has been replaced by his dorkier brother, joe. blue, once a pup who merely barked, now actually speaks. what next, the apocalypse? anyway, this morning, we watched blue’s baby brother. blue went searching for her baby brother and found him, a spotted puppy named sprinkles.

throughout the whole thing, though, i had the weirdest feeling i was listening to tommy. the whole “i got spots” music, combined with the whole “welcome to puppyland” sounded like someone fell asleep listening to pete townshend and woke up and wrote the soundtrack. even the drum roll at the very end sounds like moonie was present.

then again, i probably could do with more sleep.

at the top of his little lungs, my two year old Hellboy likes to let anyone who will listen know: “nobody walks in L.A.!” (that song, among others, is on one of our no-way-in-hell-are-we-listening-to-barney-or-other-crap-while-we-sit-in-dc-traffic mixes.)

if he keeps up the good work, though, he’ll be walking all over DC.

we’re driving down the NJ Turnpike monday, keeping up with traffic ;-), and BC exclaims, “mama, he’s undone his carseat!” sure enough, i look behind me, and he has done the unthinkable — he has unlocked the top part of his 5 point carseat and is smiling with wild abandon. yep, all those weeks of pushing the thing has finally paid off. needless to say, I nearly had heart failure in the left lane. When i finally found a reststop where i could put aforementioned seatbelt back on the dude (and threaten him with removal of his beloved Percy from the Thomas the Tank Engine Crew should he do this again), it occured to me that perhaps there are ways of ensuring this doesn’t happen again. (Sure enough, when we drove into MD, he did it again. Percy was out of there.) yes, I know I have to teach Mr. Toddler that these things just are verboten. Discipline, discipline, yeah yeah yeah. But this is not one of those cases where I want to actually take any chances.

maybe we’ll just stay home until he’s 10.