Okay, Okay, I've given into this "blogging" thing and I'm giving it a try! It seems to be an easy way to share our Michael (AKA "Bubba") pictures and little stories I call my mom with almost every night. I will try to keep this updated every few days, hoping that I won't have to remember to email a bunch of pictures to everyone when I think it's been a while.

Tonight's Bubba story goes like this:

I'm standing in the kitchen, cleaning up. Michael is sitting in his Daddy's lap playing with him on the couch. He sees me grab one of his bottles and he points to it and says his typical "uh". "uh, uh, uh". I said to him, "I've already made your bottle to go night night, it's in your bedroom for when Daddy puts you to bed." He immediately gets up off of Tony's lap and starts walking down the hall to his room. Tony and I looked at each other as if to say "he couldn't have understood all of that!" Michael stopped half way down the hall and turned to look at Tony, and said "uh" again. (yes, that's pretty much his favorite word right now even though he can say "all done", "mom", "dad", and others) He proceeds to turn back around and head into his bedroom and walks around in there for a few seconds. Then he stops at the rocking chair and giggles and points up to his dresser ... where the bottle is! He stands there pointing and laughing/giggling and bouncing up and down so excited that he has found his bottle. So ... off to bed he went ... happy because he found his bottle.