Apparently, our child thinks we are hippy parents. In addition to his usual repertoire of "Mommy" and "Daddy" Moses has added a couple of new words to his vocabulary.
A few months ago I blogged about the beginning of a family feud. Part two has finally arrived, just in time for Super Bowl Sunday.
While we were in Texas in January Moses received his fair share of Dallas Cowboys indoctrination. At the beginning of our stay he spoke a timid "cowboys" and by the end of the week he was shouting with the best of them. My Dad, aka "gDad" would like to thank Nana Dru, Aunt Rosalynn, Uncle Bob, Cousin Megan, et al for their support. Uncle Wilson, we felt your support even from abroad.
Being the true diplomat that he is, Moses can be heard randomly piping "Go Packerboys!" around the house. It's a draw so far as to which grandad is winning in the art of sport-fan-making.
Shortly after we arrived home Moses was sitting on the potty and I asked, "Go pee pee?" To wish he replied, "No. Go COWBOYS!" Fans and foes could argue for that either way. :)
This is short and sweet. I love hearing Moses' little voice and laughter and I love seeing his Daddy play with him. Here's to many more years of soccer!
