Here goes nothing...

So many people have told me that I should write a book, that I should blog, that I should do something. As if I spend my days sitting around with my thumb up my ass. As if I need one more excuse not to vacuum. As if I need one more thing to become totally obsessed with. Oh well, here it goes.

Fittingly, my first post will be about E and how he, at not quite two, has begun to talk shit on us. We took him down to Bear Creek for one of our not-frequent-enough evening walks and we saw a snake on a log. We saw some birds of varying colors and speed. We saw two dogs and the spot where D carved E's initials into the pavement. Then we headed home and about 1/4 of a mile from the house, E sat down and said he was taking an "agua break." Well, we didn't bring agua. I squatted down next to him and told him that I was sorry that we hadn't brought any water but that there was plenty to drink at home and he stood up, at which point D gave me the high five smile. As E headed home, he muttered under his breath, "Make Evan walk home for agua." Really? You're not even two. And you're already talking shit. Awesome.