Random

I believe the term is "blag" (brag on our blog). That's what I'm about to do because then I don't have to go journal them and I want to remember these little gems. Today an older woman went out of her way at Walmart to tell me that my baby is so cute that I should enter her in a beauty contest. Which is totally doable--I learned from a commercial today that little girl beauty pagaents don't have to cost a fortune. That was seriously the only thing holding us back. =)

Blag Number Two: Tate decided to become a first-rate tooth-brusher by keeping the toothbrush still and moving his head back and forth really fast. Pretty awesome. He also spent this morning as a streaker at the library park. His two comrades had swimming suits, but we didn't get the memo and he had an accident and demanded to go naked after that. The life of a two-year-old has it's setbacks (like having to listen to your parents), but it's still a pretty sweet deal (nudity isn't a big deal).

I've also said before that baby girl swim suits are the cutest things ever. Now that Tate is smack in the middle of potty training, I have to admit that toddler boys' tighty-whities are right up there on the cuteness scale!