Mind blown.
Fact #2: Zoe (now 22 months old) has finally discovered how to say "yes" (or "yaw" - in her dialect). This is very exciting because we've been having major issues interpreting what this child wants, and the fact that we can now ask her 20 questions, and she might say "yaw" to one of them is a huge step forward.
What would have previously been a twenty-minute tantrum over breakfast is now a simple:
Zoe: Ba ba ba ba, Mama!
Me: You want me to take the cherries out of your cereal?
Zoe: Yaw!
Fact #3: Daisy, on the other hand, has recently learned the phrase "shut up." This is not good. Not good at all.
When Nicky discovered "shut up," it took one brief explanation of why I don't want him to say it, and he never had a problem with it ("poop" and "butt" are an entirely different story). Daisy, though, can not be taught by logic. Explaining why we don't want her to say "shut up" is a lost cause, and asking her not to say it will encourage her to say it ten fold.
I think we have many language issues ahead of us, as words are always Daisy's weapon of choice.
Fact #4: As of last night, Canning Season is officially OVER in the Brittish household.
Fact #5: I don't want to see another peach or green bean for the next six months.
Fact #6: We had our first (non-surgery) stitches in the family over the weekend.
(My apologies to the squeamish)
That, my friends, is my son's precious face after being sliced open with...
Wait for it...
A SLAP BRACELET!
Fact #7: Five stitches.
(But I think he really needed six or seven, and I debated taking him back on Monday to have them look at it again because the bottom of the cut is still gaping).
Fact #8: Have I told you that I'm going back to school?
No, I haven't. Because I don't want to talk about it.
But I can tell you this: It is possible to decide on July 22 to apply for a bachelor's degree program, get accepted, and start school in the Fall.
Which is the short version of the "Holy Crap I'm Going Back to School!" story.
Fact #9: Remember how I shampooed my couches? (see title) There is a weird brown spot on one couch that was very obviously not poo, but now that it has been shampooed, it looks very much like poo.
Perhaps a follow-up picture is in order.
Once you've gotten over my son's gaping face wound.
Fact #10: Daisy turns five on Sunday.
Whoa.
