Sunday evening we sat in almost complete silence, yet again, as we watched Boardwalk. We were not entertaining (but the show is finally picking up speed - two deaths last night! Ok, one was kind of an insignificant character because nobody can even remember his name, but, murders anyhow!). So, since L decided to get us up at the butt-crack o' dawn this morning, I'll introduce you to her little one-year-old language.
L talks. . . a. lot. It's cute now, but when she's actually saying words we can understand, I'll probably sound like my parents when I would talk too much - "A, you're hurting my ears."
Apparently she just learned a new syllable. And based on our past experiences, when she learns something new, it's going to stick around for a while. We found this out when she learned to make fart noises, and kept making them. . . for 96 hours straight. Then she took a breath! So when, "But, why?" comes around, feel free to volunteer to babysit.
You can also see the difference in parenting, a nursery rhyme vs. The Beach Boys :)
Dad's are funny. . . I mean fun!
And just for old time's sake, ptttttttttt.
Our schedules, well, J's schedule, is about to get a little hectic from here on out. Which means less time for us to watch anything together. Be prepared for more creative posts! Welcome to our random life.
Stay tuned,
A and J
P.S. - The Voice is on tonight!!
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