Talking with my mother on the phone yesterday, she passed along a message from my father requesting less booger talk on this site. It seems that he thinks I use the word booger too much. What's wrong with booger? I don't think anything is wrong with booger. Somehow, "nasal secretions" doesn't have the same flair as booger for me.
Dad, I love you very much, but this is my blog, and I shall not censor myself; that would be a very bad precedent to set. If you'd like, I will try to remember to include a spoiler alert (as on this post) in the title bar so you can prepare yourself accordingly.
Now I hope I haven't totally deflated you by saying this. Maybe the following juicy tidbit will help you bounce back: Bug can say "Pop Pop." She's still working her way around the sound, and for now it's just a whisper, but we have time -- two full weeks to practice before you come down. By then I'm sure she'll have not only "Pop Pop" under her belt, but other words and phrases with a p sound as well, like "Pops" and "transvestite pig" and "Go Packers."
Another skill that Bug mastered today: blowing bubbles. Something has clicked, and she was absolutely giddy about that during bathtime tonight. When she wasn't pawing like a horse to splash me, she was blowing a lovely string of bubbles and ooooooh-ing at them.
