Home Sweet Horn

Yep, we struck a deal. You can get your cartillage pierced, but if you want to get any more piercings, you need to do it when you are 18. So without further ado, I give you, the ear.

William is lucky that at this time in his life, it is actually cute to have a belly so big that cereal can get lost in it.

Of course I didn’t take these. Thanks Paul and Jen!

M, where are the Bitchin’ Shoes?

Yes, he still has a few even at age 8.

Mom, I need to check out the Ruby cheats on the ‘dot com.’

Theeter, as in, I want to see Pirates of the Carribean at the theeter.

Who said this?

M: You haven’t seen The Sound of Music? That’s a prerequisite.

B: A prerequisite for what?

M: It’s just a prerequisite.

Memo took a few steps yesterday. It’s funny how you go from hoping a child won’t walk too early to 18mos where you can’t wait for them to reach that milestone. Come on buddy, keep up the good work. You’re life is about to get much more interesting.

Yes, the boy who has speech and other minor delays is right on track for starting the ‘Terrible Twos,’ which I’ve always maintained begin at 18mos. He had an honest to goodness meltdown today when we had to leave the train table at the library. We could all barely contain our laughter. Should be a fun ride for him w/four amused siblings and two jaded parents.

Well, something usually comes over you and you find yourself saying y’all and buying your son a cowboy hat.