Stumped by a 2-year-old

I can't believe it's taken me this long to mention my son.

He's 2. Oh, and he's the coolest thing in the world (running neck and neck with his mom).

It's a breakfast ritual that my son always wants to have some "Daddy juice" -- which is nine times out of 10 a mixture of orange and cranberry juice (minus the vodka, madras fans).

He loves to take big sips from a big glass. It's just one of those little things that is fun to watch.

Well, this morning, I threw him for a little loop -- unintentionally, of course.

I had run out of cranberry, so my glass was full of just orange juice -- or so I thought.

"Daddy yellow juice. Daddy yellow juice."

"Would you like to try some," I asked.

"Pllllllleeeeease," he responded. "Daddy yellow juice."

I told him that this wasn't the usual concotion that this was just orange juice.

"No, Daddy yellow juice," he said stating the obvious.

I couldn't really disagree with him. I had new juice and, despite its name, it was yellow.

Long Live Roy G. Biv

I guess I'm still not fully over this Pluto's no longer a planet thing.

How can you just do that? Well, apparently there are some science guys who can.

Gone is My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas. What do we replace it with? How about My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us Noodles? At least until another planet is stripped of its title. Or another is added.

Oh, and another thing....did you know that Uranus was originally named Herschel? For real. It was. My question is, how do you decide to change the name from something as simple as Herschel to something as Uranus?

Maybe I'm under-estimating the sense of humor of these science guys?

Well, here I am.

*tap, tap*

Is this on?

A friend asked me today if I blogged. After admitting that I had thought about it, but hadn't pulled the trigger, she said, "Give it a try."

So, here I am.

It's 1:58 a.m. I should be in bed. But, I'm here. Creating something that I'm not sure anyone will read. Maybe you will. Maybe you won't.

And I'm OK with that. Really.

Because this is for me. Well, and for you. If you like it.

Let me know if you do. And let me know if you don't. After all, I'm going to let you know what I like, and, more importantly, what I don't like.

Blogging is a two-way street, right?

All I can think about right now (remember, it's basically 2 a.m.) is, "is this what Doogie felt like?"

With that, my first blog entry concludes.

See you soon. I hope.