My boy can dance. . .

Not quite the same as live action footage, I would like to present to you the fantastic dance moves of one Elliott M. . . .

Count Your Blessings

THE cutest development in my life? Elliott saying "Bweshyou" every time someone coughs. Yep. It's official, I have the cutest kid in history.

Boobie?

Yep. I said it. Boobie. I shamefully taught Elliott this word when he kept poking at my boobie. I mean, what word would be better? I didn't know what to say. I call his penis a penis, so why not call my boob a boobie?

Unfortunately, in sweet little Elliott's world the word "book" has somehow morphed into the pronunciation "boobie." And because he repeats everything three times in succession (I'm not worried about autism at all. No, not at all), my child is often found yelling, "Boobie, boobie, boobie!" His dad is puffing out his chest with pride. I am darting looks around hoping no one hears.