Mmmm, Bar-Be-Que

Ever since the dawn of time, or this time last year, my son has referred to me as a grill. He also liked to sit on my yap and tell Yeesha, the cat, "No, you do not go outside!" while pumping his fist in the air like the littlest Black Power supporter.

Well, my baby is growing up. In the last week, he has started referring to both Lisa and me as girls and he enjoys sitting in my lap to read stories before bed. <> And we moved the crib out of his room into the guest bedroom. I did not have the heart to move it to the basement even though we won't need it for a minimum of a year.