Baby's First Curse Word?

I'm kind of proud of the fact that Miles hasn't said a really bad 4-letter word just yet. The worst I can claim is when Jason heard him repeating my use of the term "bird crap". I was a bit concerned when Miles recently told me that his friends told on him at school for saying a bad word -- "hate". When I asked him how he used it, he said he was simply singing "Leavin' On A Jet Plane." I breathed a sigh of relief when Jason informed me of the "I hate to go" part. Guess my biggest problem is that my 4-year old knows more Peter Paul & Mary lyrics than I do.

Well, I can't stay up on my high horse for too long. I know the day will come sooner or later with Miles...and it's already come with Marshall. Sort of. He's in a really fun period of speech development right now and is learning more words than I can count. Some are clear as can be. I heard a clear "baby" last week and turned around to see Marshall pointing at the Pampers box. Others are a little muddier. Unfortunately, the worst sounds like a certain 5-letter worst that starts with "B". I'm pretty sure I don't throw that B word around within earshot of the boys - I hope that he is actually saying "this" - but it does sound a lot like the Big B.

Thankfully, his used of the B-bomb isn't quite as frequent now, but he says "butt" as clear as a bell. Great. Crap and butt won't win me any Mother of the Year Awards, but at least my kids could be on America's Funniest Home Videos without being bleeped...right now, at least.

Speaking of AFHV, here's the latest from the KahlBros Dance Spectacular at Indy Irish Fest:



I didn't really realize how many people were watching this little spectacle until Marshall decided a few minutes later to do a headstand...and I heard a roar of laughter coming from behind me. We also got a chuckle from our audience when Marshall threw a tantrum because I wouldn't let him have a sip of my Guinness. Again, a Parent of the Year tidbit worthy of nomination. 

We thought we would do Little League in the spring because Miles wants to spend every evening doing batting practice with Daddy (Mommy is a "bad pitcher"). However, after he saw the Irish Step Dancing live and on stage, we may need to enroll him in dance lessons instead. All this, and he still tells us he wants to be a football player when he grows up. Wonder how many folk-singing, Irish step-dancing quarterbacks there are out there?

And just because...a little snapshot from our outing in Brown County with Nana (before I forgot my wallet on the train and we hit a skunk):