See Wordless Wednesday below. :D
You know you blog too much when... your 2 year old - who is sitting on her daddy's lap- asks her daddy- who is surfing the web-
"What dat, daddy? Ah bog?"
I had to laugh, John just shook his head.
Her new thing is "nuffin". As in Emma went on a little rant and tacked a "momma" on the end. I asked her what she said.
She crossed her arms, and gave me the smooshy, grumpy face. "Nuffin."
I hun-gy, momma.
Ok, I'm making dinner right now.
1 minute later: I hunnnn-gyyyy.
I know, babes. I'm making it. It will be a few more minutes, is that OK?
Smooshy face/crossed arms- No.
Too bad. It's not done yet.
Exaggerated arm crossing- HMMMMMMPH!- gives me a side ways glare and exits to the living room.
The playpen is actually being used for more than toy storage now... Time outs and terrible two's are in full session.
I'll say it again... I don't know where they get it from. *bats eyes innocently*
And no (insistent, tactless relatives) we don't want to try for a boy. Look what we managed to accomplish without even trying. Two is plenty, thanks.