Welcome to this week's edition of . . .
The Week In Pictures.
Except today I should be calling it Week In Pictures/Video. Because there's no way a picture can 'splain this lil diddy.
Frog. Fork. Truck.
What do they all have in common you ask? Nothing, really, except that my little Ron John pronounces them all the same way. And he yells them at every opportunity. In the house, car, church, grocery store. . .
nowhere is safe.
There's no need to waste your time with 23 seconds of this video. The first 5 will send the message.
*WARNING: this is not for sensitive ears.*
I'm not going to talk about how my brother taught him to say "Dump" (pronounced "dumb") "Truck". Shame on you, Britton.
Attempts to sit a 9 month old in a chair for a picture
means said baby attempting to throw themselves off.
'Cause she's now a crawler, and she can book it. Or,
as my mother would say to a mother with a crawler: "your life is over."
We've got a vampire in our family.
"She's coming, she's coming! Get in bed!" (elephant stampede, squeals)
(highly anticipated breakfast in bed)
Crazy brow close ups.
He slept in "the box"
all night long.
He played nick jr in "the box".
Why the heck do I buy toys? Ever?
Few things scream "in the parenthood" more than a kindergarten program, and a smiling mom, snapping pics.
Am I right or am I right? (pssst: dead center, yellow argyle vest)
And finally, I pick up my camera, my kid poops. That's how it goes.
And that's my defense when I'm in trouble down the road.