SH*T!

Yes - that's right...Sh*t.

Yesterday Justin was working in the garage. We have bags of clothes to donate that I so conveniently packed in shopping bags. Out with the old & in with the new, right? Anyway, while he was moving one of them the handle busted and he said sh*t. Dylan was in the garage when this happened, but then came inside to see me. A few minutes later as we were making our way into the garage she stood in the doorway & yelled sh*t about 10 times! Since I didn't hear Justin say it earlier I wasn't positive that's what she was saying. Well, that's until I got around the corner to see Justin & Katie fighting off laughter. None of us said anything to her in order not to draw attention to it, but if she says it again, we will have to have a talk. I'm sure she'll bust out her new word at church or something. Way to go DADDY! In all seriousness I'm surprised she hasn't repeated something before, but this is your warning...be on your best behavior around Dylan!

Here's the culprit and the fritos she poured herself.

In other Dylan news I think she had her first night fright last night. She woke up about 3 a.m. screaming out for me. Normally if she wakes up she'll do a whine/cry, but this was different. She was frozen on her bed & SCREAMING for me. She just clung onto me. Poor baby. I hope this doesn't start happening a lot...it's sad! But I guess the silver lining was that she didn't wake up screaming sh*t! :)