The F Bomb

So, A is becoming much more verbal as he nears his 2nd b-day. His latest word is yes, the F Bomb. I honestly don't know where he heard it (we're a little more G-rated around our house), but nevertheless, he's spouting it any chance he gets.

I got pretty concerned (in between giggling) about this and was trying to get him to say something else instead - all the while trying to figure out what he 'really' meant. Then, today while we were practicing body parts, I pointed to his feet and said, "A? What's this?" He then dropped the bomb and the whole world made sense.

Ahhhh, the joys of parenting.

Emotional Basketcase

Why is it, just when you're starting to feel good and normal (if there is such a state of emotion), that in the next moment you feel completely insecure and just plain dumb??? I must be PMSing...

Quote of the Day

"Hey B & T, Did you clean up your mess on the table?" I say as they run out of the room.
Brandt (under his breath) "Ohhh, SO close!"

They definitely keep my guessing. :)

On a fun note, we hit the beach again yesterday and B got to use his BRAND NEW BOOGIE BOARD!!!!! He got it for an early b-day present and he was riding it the entire time we were there. (3+ hrs...) Needless to say, I was quite proud of him - he is a natural surfer bum.......

Oh wait, this might be a bad thing... Crap.