words.

Yesterday my Mom, Gabby, Elliot and I ate at the Abbey Road Pub and Restaurant after a cranky (Elliot, he has a nasty molar trying to cut through and it is wicked for all of us!) walk along the boardwalk. We were all hungry and Clayton was still fishing out on the pier- more like catching again since he was too busy reeling in fish to talk. My dad was home resting, not really he mowed our lawn, vacuumed the whole house and did the dishes and laundry (like he has during his entire time here!). The hostess got off on a rude note with us, and then when we were trying to order drinks they were out of sierra mist, orange soda and root beer! Remember this is the Friday afternoon of the long 4th of July weekend, and the restaurant is one block off the oceanfront and advertised in all the hotels and coupon books. The waitress came back with my diet coke, a beer for my mom and lemonade for Gabby (Elliot was finally asleep in the stroller). Gabby turned to the waitress and in a little tone said "you don't have much of a menu!"

Things that come out of a 3 year olds mouth.... we have heard that 3 is worse than the terrible twos and are starting to see peeks of it to be true.

Quotes: "you hurt my happy feelings!" "I am SO SAAAAD" "You broke my heart" "I want to be a mom just like you and have children" "it's just my imagination"- as she woke up with a bad dream in the middle of the night. "FINE, then I'm the Princess!" to an older girl at the park who said she was a queen.

Today while on a little walk around our lake we stopped to talk with a Grandmother and her grandson who were taking a break in the shade. The woman it turns out only spoke Portuguese, we were able to have a conversation about how old the kids were, Elliot's blue eyes, how hot it was. Gabby stood there talking random words and jibberish, pretending to be able to talk and understand the language!

Elliot's new "word" is smell. he LOVES to smell things, and wants to smell everything. On our way home from the park he wanted to be lifted to smell the Crepe Myrtle flowers. May come from me letting him smell all things we use to cook or bake with... his favorite is lemons.