My son decided that 'truck' was his favorite word. Now he points out every truck as we walk or drive. I did not know there were so many trucks here in Texas. He has even made our truck a part of the family. Yesterday at dinner he pointed around the family...'Mommy'...'Daddy'...'Boooooooo' (his nickname)...'Truck' (as he pointed to the closed front door in the direction of 'daddy's truck')! I can't believe that truck has infiltrated our immediate family. It took his mom months to get him to say 'mommy' after he started talking.
The other genetically evolved Texanacious part of our little one is his desire for boots. Every couple days he will stop playing and run to the closet to get his boots. Once in hand, there is no distracting the little dude from getting them on his feet and wandering the house saying 'boooooooooooooooottttssss'. Again, it is great to be the father of a Texan!
As for the blog, I can't be much more silent than I have been for the last year so I'll get better. It does not really matter because nobody reads anyways! :)
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