Friday, June 01, 2007
My sons met the eldest of the family, my awesome brother Dan, on Tuesday. We met him out on a base while he whirled through the Southland with the General he serves under. My bro is hilarious and comes up with some really funny contributions to conversation. So, Tim and I have the boys in laps, they are getting a bit fussy and we start looking for their pacifiers. Now, from previousposts, you know that we nickname everything. So pacifiers go by: Dot, Ducha, Bink and Passi. It is a wonder anyone knows what the hell Tim and I are talking about at any given time. Dan listens to our ramblings and, dead pan, says "They call them Goat Teats in Iraq". I do not know if is lack of sleep or my quirky sense of humor, but I busted a gut. And now Tim and I are just waiting for that time in Public when I can turn to him and frantically demand "Do you know where his Goat Teat is?" Oh yes, I love being a parent.
*Next up: The Beans meeting with either a slice of lemon or a Sour Patch Kid while video rolls. Lest you think this cruel, look here to see what others have done with their small children.
Mmmmmmmmm...delicious. We saw doc and both boys are fabulous...O is up to 7.10 and Mace 6.5. Oh, that makes mama happy happy.