Debaser

Harrison has taken to calling out, "Oh FUCK!" whenever we are driving and come to an abrupt stop.

It's a charming habit, and honestly, I just have no idea where he might have picked that up.

We're of the opinion that it doesn't matter, since the only other people he ever drives with are my parents. (Surprise, Mom and Dad!)

What Harrison Said He is Thankful For

1. Grandma
2. Grandpa
3. Mama
4. Dada
5. Toys
6. Meow

Smiling

I've been periodically smiling since Saturday, when we went grocery shopping and the parking lot attendant came over to take away our cart.

"Thank you, Man." Harrison said.

Everybody Poops

"I don't want to poop on the potty. I want to poop in my pants."

Wouldn't you say something is seriously wrong when one is intelligent enough to utter these complete sentences but would honestly rather crap his pants?

I'm just speaking hypothetically, of course.

Quiverfull women

There is an article about a certain sect of Fundamentalist Christians in the latest Nation that scared the living bejesus out of me. I don't even know what else to say about it. Wow.

"Quiverfull women are more than mothers. They're domestic warriors in the battle against what they see as forty years of destruction wrought by women's liberation: contraception, women's careers, abortion, divorce, homosexuality and child abuse, in that order."

Warning

I am hereby stating that I am not responsible for my actions if I have one more conversation in which someone I don't know very well says to me, "WOW. You are HUGE! I can't believe you are not due until March!"

I may respond with an equally inappropriate comment on their bodily appearance. Such as:

"Holy Christ! Did you get in some kind of accident when you were little? Your nose is just entirely disproportionate to your face. "

or

"Whoa. Is everything okay? Why do you have all those zits?"

Waffling

Harrison is having another bout with cold-induced asthma, and we're indefinitely tied twice a day to the nebulizer again, spewing its steroid and broncodilating steamy goodness.

It was the first trip to the MDs since he's really understood what's going on and been able to voice his feelings (and disdain), so I was a little afraid that he'd resist the waiting and being poked and prodded, but he did great, even when we had to sit there through a 15-minute nebulizer treatment. He actually had a slight meltdown when we it was time to leave the office, with its hot pediatrician and assorted doting nurses, because "I want to see the Doctor AGAIN!!!"

Harrison reported back to Doug after we got back home (apparently ambivalent about his earlier proclamation): "I like the ladies. I like ALL THE LADIES."

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