Potty mouth

David has officially entered the potty humor stage. (Groan.) For instance, he walked up to my mom and announced, "Your name is Stinkerbutt." Then he looked at her knowingly and said, "That means poop." Additionally, all of his knock-knock jokes and chicken-crossing-the-road jokes now have punchlines with the phrase "poop in your face." Yes, this is a lovely phase...and I have a growing suspicion it's a phase that is never going to end.

Meanwhile, Mary's vocabulary is increasing daily. With her fair-sized vocabulary, dozens of signs, numerous gestures, and expressive whines/moans/squeals, she communicates quite well for a little girl of her age. However, she is clearly behind in an important development: two-word combinations. I have been anxiously awaiting some kind of two-word combination--"my book," "go car," "need cookie," whatever--I just want something. So I can re-rest-assured that I don't need to officially worry about her speech development.

Well, the other morning, while I was still in bed, Mary wandered into my room, walked right up to me, pointed that cute toddler finger in my face, and announced, "Poopy Mommy!" And laughed hysterically. She was so proud of herself that she repeated it, along with the laugh. Again and again and again.

I guess now I know she can put two words together. Thanks(?), David.