Welcome to the brand new "Kyle Beaudry" blog, which I know looks very much like the old "Baby Beaudry" blog, except it smells a bit better. The biggest difference between this blog and the last one is the title. It's rather difficult for me to call Kyle a "baby" anymore, so it seemed odd to write about him on the other blog. That's the story I'll tell him, at least. I figure it probably won't be best to tell him that his popularity has plummeted in the two and a half years since its peak a day or so after he was born. Kyle no longer attracts the web viewership ratings he used to get, especially in the key demographics. Meanwhile, numerous consultants and focus groups have reported that this trend could be reversed if the focus of "Baby Beaudry" shifted towards the little one due this June. Naturally, Kyle had to go, but he cannot be fired because he's been granted tenure in our family. So, in an attempt to bring the "Baby Beaudry" blog back to its past glory while still keeping "child number one" online, the powers that be decided to move Kyle to a deserted corner of the world wide web that will be lucky to get two visitors a week, one of them being me. Yet, as far as Kyle's concerned, it's all about the blog's name.
Unlike those who experience similar fates in the business world, the cliche "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" does not apply to our son. First of all, we would never, ever compare our little guy to a pet. Second, the problem with toddlers is that they
continue to learn new things, while they abandon all the things that make people go ga-ga over babies. Kyle now knows a ton of words, so "ma-ma" and "da-da" are no longer cute. He can walk, run, and jump, so "tummy time" doesn't command the same kind of attention it used to. His newly-acquired boxing skills will also deter anyone trying to swaddle him. Yes, Kyle left the baby stage long ago. His behavior now may be more fun than it was when he was an infant, but it's no longer considered adorable enough to make him a prime candidate for an Anne Geddes portrait. For some reason, nobody laughs when a two-and-a-half year old spits up.
So that's where we are: Kyle is now two-and-a-half years old. It's been quite a half-year, too. We visited a theme park for the first time, we returned to our favorite cottage in the Catskill Mountains (
perhaps for the last time), and the little guy spent a week at his grandparents in Massachusetts while his parents escaped to Aruba. Oh, there was
that tornado thing, too. And a
blizzard shortly after his half-birthday. No, we weren't starving for excitement here. On top of all that, there's a baby on the way (shhhhhh! don't mention that here!). Pictures of all the other stuff can be found here in the latest slide show:
That's it for now. I'll send out many more updates on the other blogs, and I'll write here in about six months... when Kyle turns (gasp!) three.
