Arizona Potty Mouth

Happy New Year! We took a trip to Tucson last weekend through New Year's Day to spend time with Feathernester and family. J loved meeting his new cousin and was very concerned about her happiness. If she cried, he suggested she needed milk. If he didn't know, he said, "Baby fine." He tried as hard as he could to stay out of the baby swing, and he did a good job, but you could tell it was killing him to not be able to ride in it.
J and Chewy try to settle a territorial dispute

We took J on a field trip to the Sonoran Desert Museum, which he loved. He really enjoyed the javelinas, coyotes, and sea otters. He's been talking about the otters ever since and I always think he's saying, "All done". I guess their swimming and diving really made an impression.

L graces us with some beautiful smiles

But that was not the highlight of our trip. The highlight was the fabulous vocabulary J added to his repertoire. Before we left I was carrying a load of laundry upstairs and I wanted him to come up with me. He was taking forever so I said, "Come on, J, you're as slow as molasses." He cracked up at the word molasses. Then he made the sign for more and said asses. More asses. He said it over and over and over. We tried not to laugh. Uncle D thought it would be funny to add to the fun...

D: J, say pimp.
J: Pimp
D: Say J pimp
J: J pimp
D:Say Ladies molasses
J: Ladies more asses
D: Say J pimp ladies molasses
J: J pimp ladies more asses

It was funny the first time and even the second and third time. But when he started to randomly say it to try to get us laugh we knew we had to stop. Even today we stopped for some lunch and he made the sign for more and said it again. I think I need to get a bottle of molasses and show him what it is.

J gives L a kiss, which L is not quite sure about

Our flight home was intersting because it departed at 7:30 pm, which is J's bedtime. Everyone told us that he would probably sleep and we thought that this would happen because it would be dark. Well, we had seats in the bulkhead, so every noise in the galley caused J to lift up his head in interest. Then there were the fasten seatbelt lights and the lavatory sign-- all which probably went on and off about 10 times. The poor child tried and tried to sleep. His eyes were so glazed over, but it never happened. He finally snoozed in the car on the way back from the airport at around 11:30. And then he only slept until 8 the next morning. Oh well, it didn't kill him and he seems to have adjusted just fine.

I'll try to post some pics tomorrow. Sorry I didn't today, but we were busy putting away Christmas decorations and the camera was never close by.

Brothers with fancy eyebrows