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We’ve had Vir, the TacoCat, now for nearly two years.  Now, up until recently, he’s not had a lot to take up his days.  Mostly he’d spend them looking for new and inventive places to sleep.


However, within the last few months things have changed. You see, over the course of the Winter Tron has taken an interest in the poor cat. Previously they existed mostly independent of each other, and aside from the initial interest which led to the toddler tackle, the two didn’t really associate too often. Now, the kitty has become a source of extreme interest for Tron.

To step back a bit, it all seems to have started when Tron picked up on TacoMa’am’s nickname for the cat: “KittyPuss.” Now, he can’t say the whole word, mostly because ts are still being developed, so he settled on “Keypuss” which has since been adopted by TacoMa’am and myself. The issue, from the cat’s point of view, was that once Tron had a name for him, Vir became an object of intense interest. Many, many times throughout the day, Tron has to stop what he’s doing and make sure he knows where the cat is, what the cat’s up to, and, occasionally, bother the cat with hugs or other various affectionate, and potentially damaging attention. It isn’t malevolent, just affection that isn’t tempered with a knowledge that the cat might feel pain or not like being bothered.

It’s gotten to the point where all of Tron’s most complex phrases involve the cat. He can’t say daddy, or dad (in fact, he calls me mom most of the time, which to him means “parent”), but he can say “Where did Keypuss go?” and “Keypuss go up the stairs!” He’s even started putting together multiple sentences… but only when talking about the cat. Vir has inadvertently become a teaching tool for language, much to his chagrin (I said the secret word! Aaaaaaaahhhh!)

Vir doesn’t really help things either. Not only does he flaunt himself in front of Tron, but he also insists on joining everyone upstairs for story time each night. Yup, every night story time is enjoyed by a preschooler, a baby, and a cat. And story time is kicked off each night by Tron letting us know where the cat is in the room.

I’ve candidly let Vir know that it’s going to get worse before it gets better, seeing as Vash will likely start crawling sometime in the next two months and has already shown interest in the cat. TacoCat is going to need to start finding some less accessible places to sleep. I’m beginning to think that he looks forward to the quiet evening on the couch as much as TacoMa’am and I do.

-Confusion is a state of mind or is it?

Stage 1: Complete.

A week or so ago CrappyPictures posted an entry on babies and books.  Honestly, I can’t say that it’s very accur…



Stage 1: Complete.

Jeez, Vash, way to propagate the stereotype.

This is actually the very reason I’ve had to keep a careful eye on all my gaming and woodworking notes. If he’s sitting on my lap and I’m not watching him too closely, he’ll grab any stray piece of paper, crumple it up, and start trying to eat it.  I lost a whole page of mineral density notes for Ur Quan Masters to Vash’s ravenous literary cravings.  Luckily he spit it all out… but wads of saliva soaked game notes aren’t terribly helpful when trying to remember which planets had lots of minerals.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?


Last week the Taco clan had a staycation. You know, one of those vacations where you take off work in order to spend some time around the house. In this case we took care of a list of stuff as well as got some relaxing in. Granted, I spent nearly half of the vacation sick with a flu-like bug, but at least I did still get some stuff done.

Among the more important things I accomplished was a prune-out of all my obsolete electronics. I have a small hoarding problem with obsolete equipment that still works and I collect it as if it’s going to be the currency of the post-apocalyptic world. Every decade or so I have to root through my collection and dump a bunch of it, or, in this case, send it off to the recycling plant.

Two-ish hours spent in my basement and I’d pruned out two large boxes of obsolete equipment, as well as a couple organizers filled with old passive components that I’d been planning to use “someday.” Since I’ve been waiting about five years for a someday that isn’t any closer than when I got them, they went off with the rest of the stuff. I also pruned down my cord box so that I can start filling it up again.

We also cleaned several other places in the house and donated several boxes worth of stuff to our local thrift resale store. We didn’t get everything done (on account of getting sick) but we got most of our list tackled, and some relaxation in as well. Now I just have to find some free-time after we’re all done being sick to get down into the craft room and put up the shelves. Once those shelves are up, we should finally be able to get the room into the order needed to actually use it for crafts… instead of just Vir’s bedroom.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

The Tacohut has the plague. Again.

Seems like ever since having kids it’s a plague a month over here. Prior to having kids I got sick maybe every other year, if that. With kids, both TacoMa’am and myself have been sick at least three times each this winter. Seriously, can we be done with the season of illness, it’s overstayed its welcome.

It wouldn’t be so bad if Tron could just sit on the couch and be sick, but, unless he spends a full 24 hour period throwing up every 30 minutes, illness doesn’t really slow him down at all. I wish I had that much plague energy.

Oh, actual non-whiny content, right!


Wait! What’s that over there!


*Slinks away while the audience is distracted by the baby sloth*

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

Creepy Babies

From a fairly young age, my first son did something that was immensely creepy. It must be a “thing” because now my second son is doing it.

This creepy thing just happens to be giggling in their sleep.

It’s unnerving, especially considering that both of them have done it in the 0-2 months range, an age range where the vast majority of babies haven’t developed far enough to actually laugh while awake. Which leads the question: What the heck is up with that?!

After much research (Googling) I discovered that while it’s apparently fairly common for babies to giggle in their sleep, science hasn’t yet come up with an answer as to why.

Scientists! Go figure this one out!

“But… we’re playing minecraft!

Meanwhile, Mk 2 continues to avoid looking directly at any camera we point at him.

I’m going to have to set up an elaborate camera trap to get a picture of him looking towards the camera.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

The Destroyer of Content

If you wanna know what kept me away from making content for two weeks, I’ll introduce you:

I still haven’t picked out a moniker for him, so for now he’ll just have to be Mk 2: Destroyer of Content.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

Tron gets his first kill.

First off, it’s not what you think.

Second, if you know me, then OK, it may be what you think.

One of the things Tron likes to do recently is take a trip with me into the basement, a privilege he recently lost for 2 weeks, but that’s a different story.  Anyway, he likes the basement because it’s got different toys, a sleeping bag, and the Nintendo.  Right now, of all my various electronic gadgets, the Nintendo is the only one I allow him to touch, primarily because the number of buttons and potential for damage are the lowest.
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TacoHut’s Exploding Toilet

We got a recall notice on our toilet last night.

You see, we have one of those high-pressure, low-volume toilets.  Flusing that toilet produces the same sound that most harrier jets make during take off.  It’s one of the loudest toilets I’ve ever experienced, but there’s a lot of oomf behind the flush.  It’s nice having an oomfy flush because it cuts down significantly on the plunger action.  In the 3 1/2 years we’ve owned the toilet, it’s only clogged once.

Anyway, last night we got a notice telling us that there is a defective seal on the toilet.  When the seal fails the pressure tank inside the toilet will rocket upward.  The problem is that there really isn’t anywhere for it to go but up into the lid that covers the tank, so once it hits that lid, the pressure within the tank will do one of two things:

1) Rocket the lid off the toilet, potentially shattering in the process creating a crude kind of shrapnel bomb.

2) Or, if the lid is stuck, it could cause the entire tank to shatter, creating a crude kind of shrapnel bomb.

There really is no good scenario there.

The vendor is sending us a repair kit which I presume will be replacement seal.  However, in the mean time they suggest we turn the water off to the toilet and leave it off until the kit arrives.

We have only one toilet.

I requested that the company over-night us a bucket because we’re only going to be able to “hold it” for so long.  We’ll have to see what happens with that.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

Tron Mk2 is coming

We are getting down to the wire at TacoHut.  TacoMa’am is at 39 weeks and Tron Mk2 is set and ready to go (I need to find a new moniker, lest this get confusing).  Hold up one second, let me consult the book of old-school geek.

*Reads through the book*

I’ll put it to you, readers. I have narrowed it down to the following: Link, Robocop, Tesla, or Nightcrawler.

I’ll spare you all the clinical details of what’s going on right now, but suffice to say that we’ll have a baby within the next week.

We’ve got a freezer stocked with about 4-6 weeks of frozen dinners, have moved Tron-the-first upstairs to his new bedroom (a task that turned out to be far easier than previously imagined), and have re-converted Tron’s old room back into the nursery.  We’re just missing one thing at this point: the baby.

We’re both looking forward to having a second child with mixed amount of optimism and dread. We’re hoping that this child is far more laid back than Tron was as a baby.  Or at least it would be nice if he’d sleep more than 5-6 hours a day for the first year.  I’d take either, really.  Most of my dread revolves around Tron adjusting to sharing attention.  Tron is hugely social, and very demanding of attention.  It’ll be a real shock to him when his parents suddenly have to divide attention and occasionally have to ignore him in favor of the baby (because when it comes to a hungry, screaming baby vs. a petulant toddler who wants you to sit on the floor and watch him play, the baby wins).  Tron has never been very good about playing by himself, so we’re in for a rough couple of weeks/months with him.  His lack of language skills are going to make that much worse.

On TacoMa’am’s front she’s looking forward to not being pregnant anymore. Despite what some women say about how awesome it is being pregnant and what a wonderful experience it is, TacoMa’am has had a  truly awful experiences both times, though this one was much worse than the first by a good margin.  So this will be our last child.

I’m holding out a hope that not being the only show in town will inspire Tron to work in his language skills as a bid for more attention, but that’s probably wishful thinking.

Anyway, if my posts start to get sporatic you can assume that the new baby situation is preventing me from developing content.  I’ll do my best to keep up, but I can foresee missing a bunch of posts during the first month or so.  My apologies in advance.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?

Vir’s Vet Trip

I took Vir to the vet for his annual visit and it went pretty much like I expected.

First, they told me he was kinda tubby but not terrible.  I pretty much knew that, but it was nice to hear that we’re feeding him the correct amount and he may just be settling in at the weight he’s just gonna be.  If he doesn’t gain any weight over the next year, then it’s likely he’ll just be a chubby cat no matter how much we feed him.  Otherwise he seems to be healthy, so  he’s good to go another year before he has to go back to the vet.  Of course next year he’ll need a dental visit, so that’ll be a fun trip for him.

The other part that I expected was that Vir peed all over himself on the car-ride home.  He’s never been terribly fond of changes or being toted around in the carrier, so it was no great surprise when he unleashed his bladder all over himself.  This, of course, made things worse for him.  Not only did he get the terrifying experience of going to the vet, but in the same day he also had to have a bath.  He was real excited about that.

After the bath, which amazingly went rather well (no blood drawn from the owners), he sulked in the basement for a few hours.  After that he got lonely and ended up coming up stairs looking for attention.  That’s the nice thing about Vir, his social nature does not allow him to hold a grudge for more than a couple of hours.  He tries so hard to hold a grudge, but after an hour or two of glaring up the stair from under the futon in the basement, he always gets lonely/bored and has to come join everyone on the main floor.

And then he started trying to steal the cherry tomatoes out of the bowl so he could chase them around on the floor.  He was totally scarred for life by his ordeals.

-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?