Dream Dog

I have been asking Nathan for a Yorkshire terrier for about 4 years. I just think they are the cutest little scruffy dogs in the world. Well- some friends from church asked me to dog- sit for their teeny little 4 pound yorkie (Chloe) and I am pretty much in love with her. She is so precious and sweet...and she has a broken leg which makes me love her more. Little do they know that they will come home to painted toenails and a pink studded collar (not to mention the fact that I plan to carry her in my purse everywhere I go). :)

Anyway- I am loving having her here and I think it is good prep for Nathan. He rolled his eyes when I told him I would be watching her, but after about 15 minutes he was cuddling with her on the bed and laughing at everything she did. He admitted that she is adorable and I can tell he loves her! HA! Trickery.

Spell Check

So....I was talking to Meredith today and telling her a funny (but old) story about Owen. Some of you have already heard it, but here's a quick recap. We were in the store and all of a sudden Owen yelled "Give me a juice box beeatch!"

Meredith laughed hysterically and said "You have to blog that" which then caused a huge debate (between me and everyone I know) about how to spell biatch. Beeotch. B-otch. Biotch. Beahtch? Bee-outch?

Who knows? Either way....CAN YOU BELIEVE HE SAID THAT?!?!?! Apparently he heard it on Zathura (which I am pretty sure Daddy let him watch without asking me). So- apparently that movie should have a parental advisory...don't let your kids watch it or they will humiliate you in public. Thank you Zathura for teaching my child to say beeeiiiaahhtttcchhhh.