“Cock,” Xylophones, and Shower Tacos

Things I learned this week:

1. Sometimes “Mommy” is much more capable of diagnosing and treating her kid than is “Dr.”
2. There are some of you who find it HIGHLY DISGUSTING that I saved Braden’s Baby Jerky. But for some reason, hair seems acceptable to save. ?
3. Young children are capable of breaking the sound barrier with nothing more than their very own lungs and vocal chords.  And it hurts.  Ohh, maaaan, it hurrrrrts.
4. You could win free shoes over here.
5. Sometimes it’s probably just best to keep your mouth shut.  But it’s hard.
6. Braden can finally say, “fan” instead of calling it, “esh-wheat,” which comes out sounding a lot like “oh shit.”
7. But he still says, “cock” when he’s not sure if something is a “car” or a “truck.”
8. I am going to be a panelist at Blissdom ’08!
   
9. My husband is a good xylophone player. (And Braden’s not half bad on drums.)
   
10. My heels won’t stop drying out all disgustingly, and they have forced me to use a “foot rasp” on them.
11. A foot rasp looks like a cheese grater.  Using it on your feet is WEIRD.  I feel like I’m about to garnish some type of weird shower tacos with my feet.
12. Time just keeps moving on.  Often much faster than you’d like.
13. Braden is still amazing.