Play time in the snow

While I was at work yesterday, I kept seeing pictures of my friends and their kids playing in the snow.

"I'm so jealous of the people who got to stay home with their kids today," I told my boss. "By the time we get home, it will be too dark to play."

I figured my boss would sympathize, but you know what she said?

"Well why don't you leave early today and go play in the snow?" she said.

"Because it's Stupid Website Day," I told her. Every Wednesday, I have to put all the stories, photos, fact boxes and videos on the paper's website. And it's a tedious, time-sucking job.

"Can't you access the Stupid Website at home?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact I can," I told her.

So I copied all my stories onto a flash drive, grabbed Jeff and headed out to get Biscuit.

We got home about 5 p.m. We got Biscuit dressed in his snow clothes and went out into the backyard. He and Jeff threw snowballs and chased each other all over the yard. Luckily, since I was holding my cellphone camera and my regular camera, they couldn't throw any snowballs at me.

We stayed out for about an hour. Biscuit wanted to stay longer, but his cheeks were turning red and he was having some runny nose issues.

We wanted to take Jeff's parents out to dinner, so after we played, we came in and warmed up, then went to eat. As we were leaving, Biscuit was pretty whiny. He's not usually a whiny kid (thank goodness), but I realized that he tired himself out playing. During dinner, he actually laid his head on my shoulder while he chewed.

But he was tired for a good reason. He really enjoyed himself.

Here are some pictures of Jeff and Biscuit playing:

Biscuit's snow bib is a size 2T. I was thinking there
was no way it would fit. But it did! Well, it fit through his
body. The legs were about 3 inches too short. But we
tucked the legs into his boots, and he was good to go.

Since snow is rare for us, we don't have any snow toys. But Biscuit
was fine with one of my big kitchen spoons and a plastic bowl.

These leaves made "spoonfuls" of snow.

That stuck-out tongue helps him run faster. It also causes terribly chapped lips!

It sure was a pretty blue sky to have snow lying around.

I love the red nandina berries in the snow.

Maybe they should let Biscuit be in charge of clearing the roads around here.

RUN, DAD!!!

Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently:

What's in a name? Biscuit's repertoire of names has grown immensely since he named his stuff puppy, um, Puppy. And he now understands first, middle and last names, like how the three of us have different first and middle names but the same last name.

Biscuit got a stuffed bear for Christmas, and I was hoping the bear was going to get a cool, creative name.

"So what did you decide to name your bear?" I asked Biscuit right after Christmas.

"Um, his name is (pause for dramatic effect) ... Teddy," Biscuit said.

Since several of Biscuit's other stuffed animals get name changes fairly regularly, I figured I'd check in and see if the bear had a new name yet.

"Is his last name the same as ours?" I asked Biscuit.

"No. His first name is Teddy, and his last name is Bear," Biscuit said.

"Well, you have three names. Does Teddy have three names?" I asked him.

"Yes," Biscuit said. But instead of taking our last name, Biscuit decided that Teddy should take his middle name. "His whole name is Teddy Sterling Bear."


Good choice: We were riding home from a restaurant the other night with a couple of different conversations going on in the car. My mother-in-law and I were in the front, and as Biscuit said, "All the boys are in the back."

We were talking about how more dads are getting custody of kids in divorce cases, and specifically in cases when the mom just up and leaves.

"I hate that for the kids," I said.

"Mom! Did you say you hate those kids?" Biscuit asked.

"No! Of course not!" I said to Biscuit. "I said I hate it FOR the kids."

He wanted to know what I was talking about, and I was suddenly dreading having to figure out how to explain divorce to my 5-year-old.

"Well, sometimes moms and dads decide they don't want to live together anymore, so the mom lives in one house, and the dad lives in a different house, and the kids go back and forth from house to house so they can't spend time with their moms and their dads," I explained to Biscuit.

"Mom! It would drive me CRAZY if Dad didn't live with you and me anymore!" Biscuit said.

I couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"Jeff, did you hear that?" I said. "The boy has decided his custody arrangement. He's staying with me."

"That doesn't surprise me," Jeff said.

So I said to Biscuit, "Tell Dad to behave himself, and we'll let him keep living with us."

"Yeah, Dad," Biscuit said. "Behave yourself, and you can keep living with me and Mom."

Guts are good

Have you ever trusted your gut about something and later realized you were right on the money? I've had it happen a few times, and as I was sharing a couple of those times with Jeff, I realized that every one of them has happened since Biscuit arrived.

I'm sure I had gut instincts before, but either I didn't listen to them or maybe they just weren't that important. But since I had Biscuit, I've relied on those feelings a lot more.

When Biscuit was about 2 1/2 months old, I told Jeff that I needed to make a 7 1/2-hour road trip to see my Granny. And because Jeff knows me the way he knows me, he said, "Okay."

I called my Mama and told her I needed to go and that I would like her to go with me. I didn't say I wanted to go. I told her that I needed to go. 

It was January, so Mama was worried about the possibility of bad weather. I told her I was going whether she went with me or not, and I'd really like it if she would go. I told her that I just had a feeling that I needed to go.

Mama knows about these feelings. I can share all kinds of stories about her gut instincts.

So we drove to see Granny, and I'll never forget the look on her face when I took the blanket off of Biscuit. She was already in failing health, so she couldn't pick him up. But I had her sit in her recliner, then I put Biscuit in her lap. She was so happy that she got tears in her eyes.

The third night we were there, I was up in the middle of the night feeding Biscuit, and I heard Granny very weakly calling my name. She said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to know if I would wake up my Mama and my Uncle (whom Granny lived with). It was about 3 a.m., but when I woke them up, they moved quickly. I helped Granny get dressed while Mama and my Uncle got dressed.

They took Granny to the hospital, and she never came home.

I still miss Granny all the time, but I can't put into words how much it means to me that she got to see Biscuit. I trusted my gut, and Granny and Biscuit crossed paths for three days.

At Granny's funeral, several people from her church told me that Granny said she wanted to stick around until she got to meet Biscuit. And she got her wish.

This conversation about trusting your instincts came up as I was reflecting on how glad I was that I spent an extra night at my parents' house last week. My Mama doesn't drive well at night, so the fact that I was there to drive them to the emergency room was a big relief for them.

I told Jeff before I left home that I was in a no-win situation. I said, "If I don't go, Daddy will say, 'I thought Kim would come.' And if I did go, Daddy would say, 'Well, you didn't need to come.'" But as I was driving Mama and Daddy home from the emergency room, Daddy said, "Well, I guess I need to apologize. I gave you a hard time for coming down here, but I sure am glad you're here."

Snow night

A post from The Daddy Man:

I picked up the boy from day care Tuesday. It was really cold and had been snowing. We had about an inch on the ground.

As we were leaving day care, Biscuit said, "Dad, I want to go home to see if our grass has turned into snow."

"What happens when our grass turns into snow? Is our grass gone?" I asked him.

"No, it will turn back into grass when the sun comes back out," Biscuit said.

It was about 7 in the evening, so the snow looked pretty cool coming toward the headlights of the car.

"Dad, we're driving in a magical place. The snow looks like meteors coming toward the car," Biscuit said.

"A magical place? Wow. And it does look like meteors, boy," I said.

An afternoon field trip

Jeff, Biscuit, my in-laws and I took a field trip this afternoon to our local science center.

It's been a hectic and stressful week, so hanging out at a fun place with family was a nice end to the week.

I had planned how this week was supposed to go, but as often is the case, it didn't happen that way. The original plan was that I would work Monday and Tuesday. Then I would drive to my parents' house Tuesday after work. 

My Daddy was set to have rotator cuff surgery Wednesday morning. It was outpatient surgery, so I planned to help Mama get him home, then I would drive back to my home. Then, Jeff, Griffin and I were going to take my in-laws to the beach Thursday through Sunday.

A couple of wrenches were thrown in, though. My in-laws have been sick for a couple of weeks. They're both still coughing with congestion and just feeling bad. We realized they might not feeling up to a drive to the beach, so I decided to stay at my parents for another night. And thank goodness I did. My Daddy had a complication from his surgery, and we had to head to the ER about 7 p.m. Wednesday night.

Daddy's surgery was scheduled for 7:15 a.m., and they told us to be there by 5:30 a.m. In his worry about us getting there with plenty of time to spare, Daddy wanted to leave their house at 4:15 (it only takes about 25 minutes to get to the hospital). So my alarm went off at 3:20 a.m. Wednesday morning. And then there we were, heading back to the hospital at 7 p.m.

We were done there at about 10:30 p.m. and drove the 25 minutes back home. Daddy was quite a trouper, though. I know he had to be nervous and scared, not knowing if the complication was going to be serious or not. But the hospital people, who were all so nice and moved so quickly, did their thing and sent us on our way.

Thanks to his fancy sling, Daddy had to sleep in his recliner in the living room. And because Mama wanted to be near him, she slept in her recliner. Lucky me, I curled up in the guest room and got some deep, deep sleep!

I stayed with Mama and Daddy most of Thursday, just to make sure everything was okay. Then I drove the 2 1/2 hours home, just in time for dinner with Jeff, Griffin and my in-laws.

So today, I wanted to do something fun. Jeff and I got our wires crossed about what we were doing, so it was late afternoon before we headed over to the science center. Since it a week day and late in the afternoon, the place was not at all crowded. Last time we went there on a Saturday, we had to cruise the parking lot for about 15 minutes before we found a spot. Today, there were only about 10 or 12 cars in the whole lot.

We got to see the sharks, moray eels and other fish being fed. We also got to watch as the keepers fed a frozen then thawed rabbit to an anaconda named Babalu. I touched the rays in the touch tank. Biscuit's arms aren't quite long enough. We watched the penguins poop into the water they then dove into. We also saw the otters running around playing. There's a bubble in the otter habitat that kids can crawl into. Biscuit wasn't tall enough to see once he crawled in, so guess who crawled in after him to hoist him up? Did you know that crawling on carpet in winter can build up all kinds of static electricity?!

Here are some pictures from our afternoon outing:

Biscuit waits patiently while the keepers get the food for the fish
and sharks ready. Today, the fish had chopped clams, and the sharks
had "fish tacos," which is fish pieces stuffed into a piece of squid. 

Moray eels usually spend most of their time hiding, but these
eels have grown wise to the feeding schedule. So despite their hermit
behavior, the three of them make an appearance to grab some grub.

This guy told us all about how they feed the small fish first,
otherwise, they would take food from the sharks, and that might
not go very well. He shared some interesting information.

Biscuit had a friend for a few minutes, but she came on
a bit strong. So he ditched her and came over to sit with me.

These rays are in a touch tank, but the water is too deep for Biscuit. I touched them so I could describe it
to him. The second and fourth ones were really smooth. The far left one has little spines down his back.

This is Bone Crusher. He is a 95-year-old Alligator
Snapping Turtle. They can live to be 120 or more. 

An American alligator.

And what's a field trip without a yummy treat?

Patience is hard

I'm a whole state away from Jeff and Biscuit tonight.

My Daddy had shoulder surgery this morning, and now we're in the emergency room taking care of a complication.

We've been going going going all day, but now that I'm sitting by myself in the waiting room, I'm missing my boys. I've scrolled through the photos on my phone about three times already.

I was able to help my boys earlier, though. I'm sitting in one state, and I picked up my phone, used an app and had pizza delivered to my house - 2 1/2 hours away! How crazy is that?!

I'm supposed to be heading home tomorrow, but with this complication, I'll just see how it goes.

Say a prayer that Daddy will be okay and that I'll be reunited with Jeff and Biscuit soon. (Reading that, you'd think I've been away for weeks, but when you miss your favorite people, you miss your favorite people!)

Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently:


Helpful hero: Biscuit announced at the dinner table the other night that he had created a new superhero.

His name? Easy Man.

"What is Easy Man's power?" I asked Biscuit.

"Well," Biscuit said in his explanatory tone. "Easy Man helps people do things that are usually hard, but he makes them easy. Like, if you tried and tried and tried to do something, but you couldn't do it. Easy Man could help. And then it would be easy."

I wish I could capture Biscuit's tone of voice. He explains things with such confidence, like how could it possibly be any other way?

I like the idea of Easy Man. I think I'll get him to come to work with me from now on!


It doesn't add up: We were practicing math with Biscuit at the dinner table the other night, and we were telling him how you use math all the time.

"Do you and Dad know about math?" Biscuit asked.

"Yep," I said. "Watch this."

I turned to Jeff and said, "Jeff, what's 52 + 40?"

"92," Jeff said, and Biscuit's eyes got really big.

"Whoa!" Biscuit said. "That was good."

Then I said, "Okay, Jeff, what's 120 + 110?" 

And without missing a beat, Jeff said, "226" and grinned at me.

I guess Biscuit sensed that something wasn't quite right.

"Mom, is that right?" Biscuit asked.

"No!" I said. "Dad's being silly."

"I just think Dad is not too good at math after all," Biscuit said.

"I think maybe you're right," I said.


Real or make believe: Jeff and Biscuit were watching TV this evening. Biscuit still has a hard time trying to figure out what is real and what isn't when he sees it on TV.

"Dad, I know that the gecko isn't real, but is car insurance real?" Biscuit asked.

"Yes, boy," Jeff said. "Car insurance is definitely real."

And although I can't imagine Biscuit being anywhere near old enough to drive, he'll find that out for himself one day!

Nothing to see here

Sorry for not posting. The boy hasn't done anything cool in, like, days!

Okay, that's not really true, but it is true that I haven't had much time to sit down at the computer.

I've been trying to get the house back in shape after the holidays. And I don't mean just putting up the new stuff, I've been trying to do some serious purging. I'm doing a good job, but now my trashcan and recycling bin are full of stuff to throw away, and my garage is full of stuff to be donated.

And then there's the cleaning.

I made poor Jeff move every piece of furniture in our bedroom yesterday so I could vacuum and dust behind everything. And we have heavy furniture. It might be all in my head, but it just feels cleaner in there.

I love my house until it's time to clean. I mean really clean. And it's overwhelming. I certainly don't have time to do that kind of cleaning during the week. And from early November through last week, we had something to do almost every weekend.

The one thing I've been a stickler about is making sure that the three of us spend time together - whether we're doing the shopping or chores, whether it's at a restaurant or eating at home. I know when I'm feeling overwhelmed with way too much to do, it helps to hang out - even just for a meal - with my boys.

Jeff had to cover a basketball game yesterday, and I had a giant list of things I wanted to get done in the house. And of course, Biscuit wanted me to play with him. He was playing cowboys, so I told him that I would be the camp cook - Cookie.

I made pancakes this morning, and Biscuit said, "Hey, Cookie. You're the best cooker ever. You should become a chef sometime."

Jeff looked at me and smiled. "Did he just call you Cookie?"

"Yep," I said. "That's what all the good cowboy cooks are called."

And I was just told that I'm a car driver, and there's a house on fire, and I can't drive my car on the regular road. I have to drive around the orange cones. And if I want to watch the firefighters at work, I can, but only if I stand behind the barrier. Got it?

If you'll excuse me, I have to drive my imaginary car around the imaginary cones to avoid the imaginary house on fire.

The toy invasion

People tell me it will get better. That it won't be long until Biscuit wants to spend more time in his room, and he will want his toys in there with him.

But until then, I'm stuck looking around, trying to remember what my house looked like B.B. (Before Biscuit)!

He's got my back

Biscuit and I were on our own tonight. Jeff had a work assignment.

We have a local girl in this year's Winter Olympics, and Jeff has spent a lot of time writing about her. She's a speed skater now, but when she was a kid, she was an inline roller skater. So Jeff went tonight to talk to her old coach and some of the kids who are learning to skate at her old stomping grounds. It must be exciting for those kids to know that she started off the same as them, and now she's an Olympic athlete.

Jeff has spent some time with her family and has had nothing but good things to say about them. He said they're just really nice people who have worked really hard to help their daughter get to where she is. It can't have been cheap, and they're not rich people. But that's what good parents will do to help their kids.

Anyway, Biscuit and I had to run a couple of errands, then I let him choose our dinner destination.

I finished eating before Biscuit did, so I turned my phone where we both could see it and started scrolling through the pictures and videos. We laughed so hard at a couple of them, the man sitting at the table in front of us turned around to look at us. We had a great time together.

As we were leaving, my sweet boy made his best efforts to ensure the protection of my back.

Super complicated

Playing superheroes is hard. There are more rules than an audience with royalty.

See these guys? From left, there's two Captain Americas, two Wolverines, two Spider-Mans and two Iron Mans. When they're all together like this, they're fathers and sons, as in Dad Captain America and little son Captain America.

But wait, there's more.

If he's playing with just the little superheroes, they're not sons anymore. They're just regular superheroes. Or if he's playing with just the big ones, they're not dads anymore, they're just regular superheroes.

Got it?

Nope. There's more.

Sometimes any one of these guys can be his superhero self OR he can be his alter-ego self. But since you can't remove their masks, you never quite know when this is happening. 

Biscuit knows all their real names.
Captain America = Steve Rogers
Wolverine = Logan
Spider-Man = Peter Parker
Iron Man = Tony Stark

So depending on what he's pretending, that big Iron Man can be Iron Man or he can be Tony Stark or he can be Daddy Iron Man.

I told you it's complicated!

Sometimes Biscuit is the superhero, and you have to try to figure out who he is by his actions. Like if he's pretending to shoot webs everywhere, he's Spider-Man, of course. Or if he's pretending to throw shields, he's Captain America.

This is Iron Man.

But THIS, is Tony Stark. See? His mask is raised.

And just when you think you've got it all figured out, the rules change again!

Meet Iron Spider!

Biscuit on wheels

Biscuit got a bike for Christmas. He's been able to ride it once. Well, I wouldn't call it RIDING, really. It was more like staring at his feet, talking about how scared he was to fall and wobbling back and forth on the training wheels until he was ready to quit.

Here's what went wrong:

1. Santa's elves assembled the bike, and we didn't check behind them to make sure everything was tight and straight.

2. The training wheels were too high, so he wobbled too much and got scared.

3. Our driveway, our neighbors driveways and our cul-de-sac are all too steep, so Biscuit was either trying to slow down or having to pedal too hard to really get the feel for riding.

4. Despite how I thought it would be, Jeff didn't have as much patience with him as I did (I know, shocking!).

5. It's dark by the time we get home every night, and except for one day, it's rained every weekend day since Christmas.

It started when Jeff took Biscuit out to get a feel for his new bike. I told Jeff to get him situated, and I'd join them a bit later. I went to grab my phone, but the battery was dead. I went for the video camera, but its battery was dead, too. So I grabbed my camera and headed out there, but as soon as I saw Biscuit on his bike, I could tell he wasn't happy.

Is this the face of a happy and excited kid? I think not.

Even though Biscuit has ridden things with pedals before, we could not get him to quit looking at his feet. I kept telling him, "You have to watch where you're going." But it didn't help.

"Watch where you're going."

"Watch where you're going."

"Watch where you're going! The mailbox!"

Then there were the hills. All the driveways on our cul-de-sac slant down toward the street. And the street slants down toward the main neighborhood road. Despite the neighborhood speed limit, people drive WAY too fast, so we definitely wanted to keep Biscuit from going near there.

Then this happened.

Oh, there were tears! He got scuffed up on his palms
and knees, but he was scared more than anything else. 

Jeff was getting frustrated, so I sent him in the house. I wasn't sure how my patience would fare, but I actually stayed very calm, cool and collected.

I got Biscuit's scooter out because I thought it might build his confidence back up. And it did.

But what confuses me is that Biscuit will take his scooter to the top of our neighbors driveway, then come screaming down their driveway, cross the cul-de-sac street and fly into our driveway. So I know he isn't afraid of moving fast under his own power.

It doesn't look like much of a hill, but Biscuit's shirt was
flapping in the wind by the time he rolled into our driveway.

Once I felt like Biscuit was calmer, I talked him into getting back on his bike. I grabbed the back of Biscuit's shirt then made a big fuss about how I was hanging onto him and how he wouldn't fall. One hand on his shirt made a world of difference.

I asked some local friends about area parks with flat bike trails, so as soon as we can get another sunny weekend day, we're going to throw his bike in the back of the car and head out for another try.

Resident Picasso

Biscuit's day care had an art show this evening. They took pictures and paintings and creations from all the kids and displayed them all in one room, like a gallery. They even printed out fancy frames to make the art look really important.

Here's Biscuit's artwork:

Biscuit said his picture was of exploding fireworks. Can you see it?

We had some errands to run after the art show, so we stopped by a local deli for some dinner. This should not surprise me at all, but Biscuit rarely orders food or drink without added commentary. He asked for milk to drink and promptly told the server that "milk has logs of protein and will make me very strong," complete with a show of his muscles. Biscuit also asked for a hamburger and fries, and boy did he get some fries!

Check out this one:

THAT, my friends, is a tater!

Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently:

To hear or not to hear: Sometimes we say things to Biscuit, and it's like it goes in one ear and out the other. Then sometimes he surprises us by quoting verbatim something we told him what seems like forever ago.

Biscuit can be a bad sport when we're playing games. He doesn't like to lose, and he doesn't like to play games he isn't good at. He thinks the first time he plays a game, he should play well and win. And he pouts and wants to quit when that doesn't happen.

And then sometimes, he looks you straight in the eye and repeats something you said to him at least two years ago.

"Mom, you know what happens when you play a game? You get what you get, and you don't pitch a fit," Biscuit said.

The best part? We weren't even playing a game. He just quoted that scolding out of thin air!


Have it your way: Biscuit's language is a mixed-up version of mine and Jeff's accents and word choice.

Biscuit says that Jeff "mows the lawn" instead of "cut the grass" like I say. Biscuit also "presses" buttons. I "mash" them.

I eat "hamburgers," but Jeff eats "burgers." I could've sworn I've said "hamburgers" around Biscuit before, but one recent night, Biscuit seemed a little confused.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner?" Biscuit asked.

Actually, here's another one, although it's a family thing, not a cultural one. Jeff says "sloppy joes," and we always called them "scrambled hamburgers."

So when Biscuit asked what we were having for dinner, I said, "We're having scrambled hamburgers."

To which Biscuit replied, "I want a hamburger, but I don't want any ham on it. Okay, Mom?"

"I'll see what I can do," I told him.


More food fun: "Mom, what did you make me for lunch?" Biscuit asked.

"Grilled cheese sandwich," I said to him.

"Mom, does it HAVE to be a girl cheese sandwich or can it be a boy cheese sandwich?" Biscuit asked. "I would rather have a boy cheese sandwich."

"It's not 'girl' cheese, it's GRILLED cheese," I said to Biscuit.

"OH!" Biscuit said. "That was a close one, Mom."

A play date

We got an invitation from some friends to go to a local bounce house yesterday. They have a son who's four months younger than Biscuit, and the boys play well together.

The other mom and I found a place to sit down and talk, and we left the dads in charge of wrangling the boys. Of course, there isn't much wrangling to do at those places, just lay eyes on the kids every once in a while.

Love the humped-up hair against that netting.

I didn't have my camera with me, so I took these with
my cellphone. I wasn't even looking at Biscuit when I
took this one, and I didn't crop it. I stuck my arm behind
the netting and just hit the button. Pretty cool, huh?

There's a local pizza place a few doors down from the bounce house, so when the boys were tired, we walked down for dinner.

I didn't realize it until later, but I think the green-eyed monster reared its head at the restaurant. I don't get to see the other boy that often, so I was talking with him and cutting up with him, and I don't think Biscuit liked it.

Biscuit wasn't being bad, but he was doing little annoying things like sliding way down in his chair and turning his legs around sideways in his chair, then whining because he couldn't get them back under the table. He was pulling on my arm and trying to get my attention while I was talking to the other boy. 

I scolded him because I honestly didn't realize what the problem was. He was flat-out jealous of me paying attention to the other boy.

When we left the restaurant, we ran into Jeff's boss, and while we were talking, I turned around and Biscuit was nowhere in sight. Within a couple of seconds I saw his shadow. He was standing behind a column. I played it cool at that moment, but he got a big fat lecture when we got to the car.

I guess in the future I'll have to be more sensitive about jealousy issues when other kids are around.

Scenes of the season, Part 3

Here are a few more pictures from the past week or so:

"Look, Mom! I can stick to the back of the couch
like Spider-Man sticks to the walls of a building!"

Our server gave Biscuit some kiddie chopsticks, and he went to
town with them ... with his LEFT hand! Dude! Make up your mind!!

He's not holding them exactly right, but hey,
he ate every piece of chicken on his plate.

I love how sticking out his tongue helps him concentrate.

Jeff started rocking in my chair, and I couldn't figure out the weird noise it was
making. I asked him to spin around. There, on the back of the chair, is Biscuit's "
spring" (aka Slinky). I assured him that this is not his Slinky storage area.

I though this was Biscuit's blog. Who is this guy?!