Would one Mr. Christian Bale please report to the Celebrity Dad Faceoff Hall of Fame?  Paging Mr. Christian Bale!

He manged to fight off quite the few competitors to earn himself a cushy retirement in the Hall.  He needs to say hello to Jon Stewart for me.

The ultimate victory brings two brand-new challengers to the game.  Both are British, one a musician in a band that hasn’t had a hit in quite a while. The the other is an actor who starred in one of the most critically acclaimed television shows ever.

And both are mighty pleasant to look at on a Friday.

VERSUS

I love my new-to-me minivan so much, I want to write it bad poetry spritzed with cheap perfume, and emblazon  “Glinda + Minivan= 4EVER” on the envelope.

Seriously.

I’ve become convinced that there is a secret minivan appreciation society, and I am a brand new member.

All those people who hate on minivans?

Jealous.

I know people who have bought themselves a huge lumbering beast of an SUV, hoping to avoid the stigma that comes with driving a minivan.

But us minivan drivers are secretly laughing at them, making the L sign on our foreheads. Er, well, I am, anyway.

Because nothing is as comfy, as roomy, as full of cup-holdery goodness as a minivan. Sitting in my captain’s chair, I feel as if I am queen of the road, and I am still amazed at the fact that I can wave my arm sideways and not hit anything. I can put my daughter in her car seat and not have to bend over to tax my already burdened back. No changing table handy? No problem! I can simply fold away my third row seat into the floor and voila! Instant changing table! There are climate controls and lights for all three rows, and there is an eighth seat that can be installed, although admittedly, the person sitting in it must be approximately the size of a lemur. But! I can still technically fit eight! And I’ve got a lazy-damn-susan in my floor storage compartment, for chrissakes!

As for the cool factor, I don’t care. I will graciously give up my cool to the next generation.

They can have it.

Because opening doors manually? 

For suckers.

Could. Not. Resist.

Our new house has a playroom for my son and his 1,345,098 Legos. You think I’m exaggerating. I’m not.

In order to liven it up a bit, yet keep it flexible for his rapidly changing tastes,I ordered some of these. Because mom, pirates are totally out now and knights and dragons are in! Du-uh!

So instead of bankrupting myself trying to keep the decor in tune with his interests, I figured he can draw and write all over these and then erase them when they fail to please him any longer.  They leave absolutely no residue and you can move them around at will without losing any of the “stickiness.”

Win for him.

Win for me.

Although I do have to recommend that washable paint go under these if possible!  Because seven year olds aren’t exactly known for their precision.

Aaand we have a winnah for favorite cold drink- iced tea! I just so happen to love iced tea, and drink it pretty much every day. I brew my own in my handy-dandy iced tea maker, and take it straight, no sugar. I used to have a Diet Coke addiction, and then I found out you can use it to clean your tile grout, and from that point on, I didn’t feel right about drinking it. Water and soda tied for second with 12% of the vote.

I personally hate water. As in plain water. Yeah, I know I need to to live and all that, but I hate how it tastes. Which is like nothing. Which is why I hate it. OK, wait, where was I? I have a feeling I could go on like this for quite a while.

Oh yes, this week’s poll question.

It seems that for some stores, the holiday season can’t come fast enough.

A teensy bit NSFW due to some bad language in the first ten seconds or so…

Allie shares with us her hilarious (yet still sad, especially the pic of her dad on the grass) trauma with getting a bike for her sixth birthday.

Parent Hack: Band-aids as temporary outlet covers.

Want book recommendations for the boy in your life? Guys Read is here to help.

Dolls you DON’T want in your child’s bedroom.

Raincoaster frightens us with Britney’s un-be-weave-able hair.  Sorry…

Oh Christian Bale, you are indeed a conqueror.  He managed to squash poor Joseph Fiennes out of the competition, winning by a sixty percent margin.

All right, I’ve got one challenger left.  If he wins this one, Mr. Bale will find himself in the hallowed halls of the CDF Hall of Fame.

But, let’s get to it, shall we?  This next actor, although versatile, will forever be branded in my mind as Oskar Schindler.

VERSUS

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These pacifiers have been recalled because the base can easily separate from the nipple.

But my question is, who the hell fills up a nipple with corn syrup?

Nothing like a direct pipeline of pure sugar into your little one’s body, not to mention the tooth decay factor.