Go, dog, go. The light is green now.

My parents came to Birmingham last weekend so that they could babysit while Misty and I were at work. Whenever they visit, they teach Emily something new, and this time it was about traffic lights. Now, every time we're approaching a light, Emily yells either: "Red light!" or "Green light!" The only problem is that she doesn't really know the difference between the two, so there's only a 50% chance that she'll call out the correct color. After 17 or so boisterous declarations from the back seat yesterday, Misty turned to me and said, "It makes you long for a country road, doesn't it?"

For me? Thank you!

Last night I was changing Emily's diaper when she stuck her finger up her nose. She returned from her excavation and thrust her finger toward me saying, "boog, Daddy."

Now I understand what SJ has been talking about.