MIL did visit us for nearly a week. It was great to see her. I still feel terrible about the visit, though. Bean woke up vomiting the morning she was due to arrive. He took it really well. He'd puke, cry, then be fine. He was mostly over it in a day or two. She and I came down with it a couple days later and had it worse. I felt better after about 2 days, but she felt lousy until her departure.

SIL had her baby last week - a gorgeous little girl. MIL will be with SIL and family for a while to help. MIL actually made a recent comment to Hubby about how we're the neglected ones of the family. I wouldn't say neglected, but I'm glad she acknowledges the discrepency.


We have to be ever vigilant of our conversations around Peanut. One day when Hubby was picking the boys up from daycare Peanut commented how Bean favors Daddy. So Hubby pointed out that Bean sometimes (more like rarely) prefers Mommy and asked Peanut some thing about Mommy. Peanut's reply "Mommy's pretty and smart and she says 'dammit' when she's mad. She shouldn't say that." Busted! They talked about how I shouldn't say it and decided I need to say "fudge" instead. Hubby hasn't let it die down.

He got his yesterday. I took the kids grocery shopping and decided to pick up a 6-pack for Hubby. I stopped in the beer aisle to look over the stock and rhetorically asked "Hmmm, which kind does Daddy like." Peanut trots over to a 12-pack of Miller Lite, points to it and says "Daddy likes that kind." I agreed. A lady walking by chuckled.

So I may have a potty mouth, but Peanut knows Hubby's vice, too.