As I was sitting here I realized how much joy and surprises my children bring to me. More emphasis on surprises. We were eating dinner last night and Graig and I were talking about odds and ends. We got on the subject of reptiles more specifically snakes. Everyone and their dog knows how much I hate snakes. They are evil looking and nasty, right up there with spiders. One of us made a comment that I cannot even remember, all of the sudden Electa blurts out "that she is not scared of f*****g snakes. That stopped our conversation in its tracks, now either my daughter suffers from Tourette's or she feels comfortable enough to say what she wants.I had to go in the other room because that is how hard I wanted to laugh, but I did not want her to see that it causes this reaction with Mom. Graig kept cool and after 30seconds of recovering he tried to continue our conversation, which was lost. This is not the first time this has happened. We had a talk with her last Saturday about that word, because once again she was in the bathtub and I could hear her talking to herself and her dinosaurs. she kept saying to them "What the f**k is going on here?" Graig sat her down and told her if she is going to use that kind of language, then the only place to do it is at home. Not at school and definitely not at church. We have tried the soap, sitting on the stairs, taking away things, but she is bound and determined to use the language. She agreed with him and so far it has been only at home she has used it and it isn't all the time, just when she needs to express herself, I guess. School starts tomorrow, whole new adventure.

So this the first time of blogging after months of thinking about it. I guess this is the place to share all sorts of things to complete strangers or family. I am not sure right at this moment to even start. This almost feels like a journal, so maybe it will be treated as one.