I'm growing up

I'm not sure if Quinny is hanging out with some older boys or what but he's really tearing through the potty mouth vocabulary. Let's put this in perspective. The word fart is funny until you're what? (male perspective here) 23 years old? Does he really need to start throwing it around six seconds after turning 3? I'm positive he'll get tons and tons of mileage out of it through the years.  I was thinking that sort of thing wasn't funny until they were 7.  It's not a word we use in the house so he has to be picking it up from school.  We prefer fluff or toot. Much tamer wouldn't you agree?  Maybe he gets beat up at school for saying he just fluffed a little.  Ha! 

He told me he was going to kill me the other day.  Um, no sweet, sweet boy of mine.  You're going to need me around for a little why to keep buying you fruit snacks.  We have no idea where he got that.  Is he growing up or is it the rough and tough landscape of the urban city environment he's now part of?  What's next?  I'm going to pick up him from school and he'll let me know he joined the Hell's Angels?  Isn't that an oxymoron anyway?

It's been unseasonably warm here like in the 80s and I think normally this time of year it should be in the frigid 60s.  We hear there is no snow on the ground up north and wonder if we'll have a dead grass Christmas instead of a white one.  You know we could host Christmas if you wanted the kind where you put your toes in the sand and say nasty things about the poor people up north having to warm up their cars just to drive them.  Anyone game?  The weather has been great and I think I'm going to play golf tomorrow.  I look forward to shooting in the 120s and losing as many balls that want to get away.  Jimmy the elf told me it would be cool if I took a little time to hack away.  Golf in December.  Sounds great.

Jimmy has been using his mighty elf magic flying back and forth to the north pole each night landing in various spots like the plant on top of the kitchen cabinets (AKA the jungle), on top of every picture frame we own, in the blinds, the doorbell, alarm system, Christmas tree and so on.  Poor Jimmy is running out of places to perch. One day he found himself inside the aquarium.  Turns out Jimmy can hold his breath for a really long time!  Christmas will be coming early down here.  Santa is set to arrive on Thursday morning.  Wednesday night we'll lay out the cookies and milk to help entice him down from the North Pole a little early.  I'm sure he would like a reprieve from all that cold.  We hit the road on Friday to head up north so the boys will get 3 Christmases. Living far away has its perks too.

We're loving the Christmas cards.  It's great to see the pictures and hear how everyone is doing.  Keep them coming.  Ours went out with a website stamped on the back that reads www.babyannouncements.com.  We just wanted to clear up any confusion.  As far as I know we're still having twins.  No, no we're not.  We're looking for a 2012 filled with nights of long uninterrupted blissful dream filled hours so no announcements happening here.