A couple cute stories to share today.

The other day Dusty, the kids and I were in the car and Rory kept saying something that sounded like "boogely". We threw out all sorts of words hoping to figure out what she was saying and she continued to tell us no and repeat the word. In my frustration I jokingly told her, "Use it in a sentence Rory." She blurts out "One, Two, boogely". Dusty and I laughed so hard we woke Max up from his slumber in the car. Whoops!

Auntie has taken the kids on two separate trips with her so they could get some special one-on-one time with her. Rory was none to pleased at the prospect of being left at home with her mom and was pretty upset when they left without her. She settled down for her lunch and went down for her nap. When she woke up she started looking all over for Max and yelling "Maxwell!" "Maxwell!" "MAXWELL JOHN!!" It was so cute. Thankfully they got home within a few minutes of her being awake.

Max has developed a bit of a sensitivity to smells. When we arrived at the Italian restaurant for Auntie Katie's birthday he started to look green and told us, "Lets go, it stinks in here". We gave him a piece of candy to suck on and the nausea from the smell must have subsided as we never had an issue again. Fast forward to later in the week and we're in line at the checkout. We get up to the checkouts to pay and Max shoves both his fingers up his nose and looks at me with big bug eyes. When I asked him what was wrong he points at our cashier and says "She Stinks!" before shoving his finger back into his nose. Thank God she was too busy ringing up the customer in front of us to notice, or was polite enough to not wince, as I calmly explained that the cashier couldn't smell, we were too far away, he must be smelling some of the food. Talk about embarrassing!

In related news, Max has taken to smelling people and telling them "You smell like good" when he likes their smell. It does make you feel good when you're little boy tells you that you smell good, even with his improper grammar.

And to end with a swear word, yesterday Max was running in the garage without his shoes on when Daddy went outside and I yelled at him to get in the house. He ignored me but Dusty repeated what I said, that Max had to get in the house and put his shoes on. Max turns toward the door to head in the house and goes "Oh dammit!" Naturally Grandma and Dusty laughed hysterically preventing any sort of corrective behavior from happening. Naught Grandma and Dusty!