without further adieu…

Okay, that’s not totally true. Here’s a little bit of adieu…

Thanks for all the love yesterday you guys! I’m really going to try to be a better stain fighter but I make no promises. Pretty much the only stain removing I know how to do is in photoshop…with the clone tool!

Also, I hope my call to private bloggers yesterday didn’t come off as an indictment. It was meant to be just the opposite! Occasionally I try to visit blogs that link here and catch up and comment. You guys are so kind to me that I want to be better about knowing what’s going on in your lives too. I just didn’t want you private blog people to think I didn’t want to check in on you! I’ve gotten tons and tons of invites which has been awesome…thank you. So the fave blog list just continues to grow.

So, Mama Mondays will start next week. I’m super excited about it. I think we’ll start with potty-training since there were lots of comments about that and we just wrapped it up (thank goodness!) at our house. I’ll post our experience and then we can have a discussion in the comments section with ideas, questions, etc. Oh, and if anyone else wants to do a MM post on the same topic on your own blog each week let me know and I’ll link them here…just like we did with the diapering. Sound good?

NOW…without further adieu…I give you…

PRINCESS PIGBEAR AND HER BUDDY-RO

Brent started calling Ephraim “buddy-ro” several weeks ago and I tried to resist, I really, really did. But I got sucked in. It’s hard to deny a nickname once the toddler picks up on it and says such loving things from the backseat as, “it’s alright, buddy-ro”. Brent says his dad called him buddy-ro. And my stepbrother (mom’s side) was a buddy-ro too so I guess Ephraim can say he comes from a long line of buddy-ro’s. Anyone else out there know a buddy-ro? I googled it just to make sure we weren’t calling our son a slur of some sort and found this defintion on Urban Dictionary (which is not hyperlinked here because let’s just say it’s not for the faint of heart):

A colloquial saying among Southern White working-class men, usually denoting a friend or close compatriot.

I guess I can live with that. It’s better than “cracker” right? At any rate, Buddy-Ro it is.

And here they were this morning, hanging out in Sarah’s Dora tent. Buddy-Ro’s first shot at camping…

The color cast inside the tent was all funkdified so I stuck with b/ws. Except for this one…

Lil’ Stinker.

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