Just what do you say to this. . .

Disclaimer: This post contains the words pee-pee, poo-poo, and penis. If you are already offended, quit reading now. . .

Isaac was finishing up in the potty this afternoon, and he began talking about how Elmo goes pee-pee and poo-poo in the potty. (He has a video and a book about going potty - both starring Elmo).

I said, "Yes, that's right! He does!"

Isaac responded, "But Elmo doesn't have a penis!"

By golly, he's right! Elmo doesn't wear clothes, and it is quite obvious that he does not have one of those. . .

If you have an suggestions on how to explain that one to Isaac, feel free to let me know!

Conversation at the Park

Little girl to Isaac: "Will you be my best friend?"

Isaac: "Yes!"

So cute!

Then the little girl ran off and asked someone else the same question. . .

Oh well!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. . .

The babies are babbling like crazy now! Their favorite consonant sound is the "d" sound - which leads to a lot of "dadadadadadadada." I know they aren't saying "Dada" for Nate - as a speech therapist (and a reasonable person) I know this. . .

But it wouldn't really hurt my feelings too much if they were saying, "Dada," and here's why:

• When they're saying "dadadadadada," I can look at Nate and say, "I think they want YOU to change their diapers/put them to bed/feed them/etc. . . "
• I also know from experience that even if they do say "Dada" before they say "Mama," they'll be saying "Mommy" the rest of their childhood. . . especially if they are anything like Isaac. . . I hear "Mommy-Mommy-Mommy-Mommy-Mommy" in my sleep these days!

Big News

You know it is BIG NEWS if it makes The Mail Journal, the small-town newspaper of my hometown. My parents brought a paper to us this weekend, and we got a good laugh out of this one. We think Ellen or Jay Leno need to know about it. . . they'd get a good laugh.

This was under the Accidents/Incidents section.

• Sunday, 8:15 am. EMS Lane. . . Driver: Miller, 66 (I won't put his whole name in, poor guy. . . ) Miller reported driving in a convertible when a bird pooped on his passenger's leg. Miller then looked for a towel in the vehicle, and the vehicle ran off the road, striking a parked pontoon boat trailer, two mailboxes, and a waste container. Damage up to $5,000.

Bet his insurance company loved that story!

He's officially "gone". . .

It has happened. Officially. I knew it would happen, but I just didn't know when. . . Nate is totally, completely, one hundred percent SMITTEN with Olivia. Those of you who know the Haughs know that the Haughs produce males. Nate's father was one of 3 boys. Nate is one of 3 boys. On the Haugh side, 3 out of Nate's 4 cousins are boys. For years there were only Haugh boys until Madi was born 7 years ago! When we got married, Nate pretty much told me I could kiss my chance at having a little girl goodbye because Haughs produce males! He was always okay with that, having grown up with only boys and being a little clueless about girls. . . but I still hoped for a girl one day. I remember his Uncle Todd (who has the only other girl on this side of the family) telling Nate that having a little girl is great and that if he had one he'd be wrapped around her little finger. . . I also remember Nate saying, "Nah. . . not me!"

Oh, but it has happened. Sure, Nate loves Caleb and Isaac just the same, but when he comes home from work he looks at Caleb and says, "Hi Squirt!" Then he looks at Olivia and says, "Hi Sweetie," only it sounds more like "Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeetieeeeeeee." (Can't quite figure out how to emphasize how he says it.) He's gone. . . far gone. And it's even worse when she's wearing a cute little outfit.

I wouldn't be fair if I didn't say this: She is totally gone, too. Her eyes light up when she sees her Daddy, and the girl knows how to use those dimples to her advantage.

Boy are we in trouble. . . but it sure is cute to see it all going down!

For those of you who knew Nate growing up and in high school, I promise you I am telling you the whole truth. . . and nothing but the truth. I wish I could video tape it for you all! I can just hear Kelley and Denise chuckling right now - and maybe giving a little (ahh) sigh!

Watch what you say. . .

Isaac decided that he was going to be a puppy today when we got home. So we spent the evening dealing with extra panting, barks, and all around doggy behavior. During dinner, we had to threaten a "time-out" for something (can't remember that now). . .

Little Isaac then said, "But I'm a dog, Mommy!"

Mommy responded, "Then I'll have to put you in your crate."

BIG MISTAKE!

The rest of the night, Isaac is saying, "Mommy, lock me in the crate. Lock me in the crate!"

Oh good. I hope he goes to school and tells this story tomorrow!