A Journey to Love

So after that last post regarding the expletives I taught Benjamin to say, I thought I'd post some of his other unique vocabulary words. However, this time I am actually delighted to share his vernacular... Raccoons : No, he is not referring to the masked gray critters here, but rather to the iconic Saturday morning programming on the ol' television. You know them as cartoons . Paper toilet: Toilet paper Seat potty: His name for the little foam seat that sits on the toilet so he doesn't fall in when he does his business. Airplane paper: Paper airplane Mam:  A nickname for his grandma. This is the shortened version of his interpretation of the title "Grandma." Because the word "Mam-mah" is so long, you know.

 I wasn't going to write this post because I am deeply ashamed of what I'm about to say, but the subtitle of my blog is "The good, the bad, and everything in between." Well, this definitely counts as the bad . Are you ready for it? Okay, here it is... I taught my two year old son the term "damn it!" There, I confessed. Albeit, it was an unintentional lesson, but still learned just the same. We were grocery shopping a few weeks ago when it happened. I handed him something to put in the cart and the object slipped through his hands and onto the floor. My precious two year old son exclaimed "Damn it!" as he reached down to pick it up. As I gaped at my child, I frantically wondered who had heard that expletive come out of his mouth. Luckily the store was fairly empty and there was nobody else in the produce aisle to witness my horrible parenting at that moment. I chose to ignore the comment, thinking that if I didn't give it any merit, he wou...

I am just filled with great ideas lately. Just read my last post regaling you with the tale of our family photo shoot and you will know what I mean. This latest idea rates right up there with that one. Except instead of ending up with some great pictures to show for all of our hard work, all we got were blistered feet and poop-covered children. Yes, you read that correctly. Let me explain. Back in December, we Hasch's decided that instead of exchanging Christmas gifts with each other, we would pick a day in early 2011 to do something together as a family. By we , I mean me . But in my defense, Laura readily agreed with me and everyone else chimed in with the typical "Whatever" response. So after the excitement of Christmas, New Years, Peggy's birthday, and Brayden's arrival died down, it was time to plan our Christmas outing. Somebody came up with the idea of hiking at the Pinnacles. By somebody , I mean me . But, again, in my defense, both my mother and sister...

With the newest addition to our family finally here, I thought it would be a great idea to get some family portraits taken. This is such a special time in our life and I wanted to freeze these moments in time before the boys got any bigger. So I meticulously planned what everyone would wear, how we would do our hair, and researched different poses we could put ourselves in (the best ones looking like we weren't posed at all, of course). I prepared Benjamin ahead of time, letting him know that we were going to take some pictures at "Miss Cindy's" house, and I packed a bag full of treats, hair gel, alternate clothing, blankies, lint roller, lipstick, lotion, and a million other items, just in case . I got us all to the site, in tact, and spent the next two and a half hours trying to cajole Benjamin into sitting and smiling for the camera and keeping Brayden from crying for the camera. I could share all the details with you, but I'm afraid I will break into hives i...