On account of our semi recent trips to the museum, and Big E’s love of all things dinosaurs, and the fact that Baby E walks around screeching, growling, and gurgling, we have officially adorned Baby E with the new nickname Goobasaurus Rex. Big E jumped on the bandwagon immediately with this name and if he hears me calling Baby E anything else he is quick to correct me, Don’t you mean Goobaraurus  Rex, mommy?

The silly thing is, Baby E is now responding to it like it’s an actual name, so I guess it’s going to stick for awhile. As long as he outgrows it by college, we should be good, right?!?

This evening as the kids were playing outside, C fell down on the pavement and scraped up her knees. She has one particular cut on her left knee that bled for awhile and looked pretty deep and gross, but it stopped after a bit and Tim covered it with an impressive sized bandaid. She took the opportunity to milk her injury by begging her daddy to carry her everywhere this evening. He obliged, but we did notice her acting completely normal when we weren’t looking or she wasn’t thinking about it. I’m pretty sure she might try her tactics on me in the morning, so that should be interesting (because I’m not carrying her around!)

I enjoyed some cuddles with my boys this evening. Whenever Baby E sees the phone he immediately says, “Cheese!” even if I’m not taking a picture. Which is evidence that I take too many pictures!