Back from the Biot

So, we're back from the Bahamas! What a wonderful trip we had, and now it's back to reality. Reality that we live in a hot, humid state, reality that we live in a house with a pool instead of on a beach, reality that I cannot drink 12 out of the 24 hours of the day, and lastly the reality that my son, pronounces the word 'beach' biot. Which is slightly similar to another word for a female dog of a phrase that starts with "son of a....".

While we were gone, I was informed that he was always walking around saying, "Mama!" Not that he wanted or needed me....he just likes to say it. Trust me. Ask the librarian from last nights trip to the city library to look at all the books. Anyway. Anytime he would say "Mama," my mom (or aunt, or dad, or other aunt) would say, "Mama's at the beach!" And Luke would then repeat. "Biot!!!! Mama biot!"

Hmmmmm. Surely this doesn't count as his first curse word. Right?!

In other Luke-isms....He calls Abe's iPad a "peesh". Here are some words we are using lately!

Nummer- Vitamin
Bish- Brush (hair or teeth)
Bocks- Blocks
Frank- Fireman
Truck
Car
Red Dig- Red Dog
Key Cat- Kitty Cat
Chichen- Chicken
Binkie- Blanket

When we saw Luke for the first time in about 5 days, he looked like he had grown 4 inches and was getting ready to ask for the keys to my car. He is getting so big and I love my sweet Luke. Here's a pic of him cruising around in his new hat (which he loves!)