I haven't talked about D in a while.  He continues to be one of the happiest kids we know.  He's just so happy when I or Mrs. Fly come downstairs, and he's super affectionate and a lot of fun to be around.  He started to string together a few words at a time a month ago, so most of the time, I can understand what he's saying.  It really is amazing how he can be a blob one month and the next month he's talking.  It's kind of like being a high school dropout and the next month you're doing differential calculus.  dy/dx = ?

The one concern I have with D is that even tho his vocabulary is limited, he seems to be developing a potty-mouth.  Like yesterday, I let Mrs. Fly sleep in and I took care of the boys in the morning.  I ask D if he wants to go to McDonald's for breakfast and he looks at me and says "da-lo" (his way of saying daddy) "no nuts."  WTF?!?  Even Whale's never told me I had no nuts, altho I'm sure that's how he feels.  <3  To be that dissed by your own son is soul-crushing.  Anyway, a second later, I realize he wants to go to get DO-NUTS.  Dunkin Donuts it is!  Move along - nothing to see here.

One day, D came home from school and started singing a song, "dumb dumb Ally."  We had no idea what song this could possibly be, so we asked his teacher and she had no idea where he got that song.  Still a mystery to this day.  Unfortunately, we know two people named Ally, so I'm really hoping he doesn't start singing when they are over.  One of them seems pretty self-conscious so a long chorus of "dumb dumb Ally" probably won't be well-received.  She may even think we taught him that song.  Altho now that I think about it...

We have a lot of trees on our property, so we get a lot of branches falling on our lawn.  Usually the landscaper cleans it up, but in between visits, there are still a bunch of twigs.  D has a fascination with sticks, so he's always picking them up and running around with them.  Unfortunately, he can't quite pronounce the "st" sound, and instead uses "d."  So basically he's running around our yard all day laughing and yelling "dick" "dick."  There goes the neighborhood.  Nice job of parenting there, Flys.  Still waiting from that visit from Social Services.