I am exercising self-restraint and NOT posting about how cute and absolutely adorable Josh is. For now.

English is spoken by a lot of people.  (Wikipedia places it at approximately 375 million.)  And there are some bizarre mispronunciations out there.  Some like to call it accent, but lets be honest.  Mispronunciations, people.
The nor'east gives us:
war-shing.  as in, I'm just standing here warshing the dishes.

And a smattering of southern elementary school teachers can be heard to say:
barr-ee.  as in, Johnny, let Sue Ellen barr-ee a pencil.  She forgat hers.
axe.  as in, Sue Ellen, axe Johnny if you can bar-ee one of his pencils.

From the great town of Huntsville we get quite a few...
nu-cu-lar.  as in, Homer Simpson works at the nu-cu-lar power plant. (Richard's personal favorite)

Sam is now adding his own.  I think I may adopt it myself:
a-nor-ing.  as in, Hannah, stop that, it's really a-nor-ing me!!! grrrrrr......

Five o'clock shadow

Josh discovered Oreos this weekend.  His world may never be the same.

Needless to say, he was NOT PLEASED when I spooned him mushed carrots for dinner (but really, who would be?).

Busted!

Josh has discovered solid foods in the last month or so.  He has developed a fast-growing addiction which has now driven him to crime.  Even though he had JUST FINISHED DINNER about FIVE FLIPPIN' MINUTES AGO, he felt the need to crawl over to the canister of fruit-flavored cereal pieces left on a chair and help himself to a snack.  Given enough time, I'm sure that Josh would have been a careful enough criminal to make sure that no cereal pieces were left at the crime scene to advertise his guilt.  Sadly, time was not on his side....

I know, I know....but still....

I'm no amateur.  I've got three kids now, which is enough to earn me the respect of most U.S. parenting citizens, and the bemusement of most U.S. unfettered citizens. 

So I know, really, I know that when Josh sits up all cute and starts babbling "mommmommomooomma", that he's just babbling.  There are no neurons up top firing messages like "Oh sweet mother mine, I love and adore you, thank you for all you do for me, please come pick me up."

But still....still....my heart gets all gooey and I do give him a big hug....before he can talk.