First of all, I want to say how incredible it was to get those emails from people telling me about the mishaps they have had from blogging. They were all interesting to read - some sad, but most of them hilarious.

Second of all, I will be away from my blog for about a week. I know you are panicking right now (notice the deep sarcasm here). I will try my best to get to a computer sometime during those days but I can't promise anything.
What is especially terrible is that I have an assignment next week that focuses on alternative service delivery arrangements and most of the analysis is to be read from Canadian government websites. I will be staying in a home with no computer access and I don't know how OK it will be to jet off to the public library for a couple of hours (OK, make that many hours). Bad Timing.

On the baby front, I'm finding an unusual sound coming from my child's mouth these days. He is quite a vocal kid, he has the ability to say, "Juice please Mommy", "Hup (help) Mommy", and "See Truck Mommy". Nevertheless, these type of cute little phrases are not what he thinks of when he is trying to pry open a DVD case in order to store his crackers. Instead he comes up with an incredibly piercing, high-pitched squeal.

Holy mother of Saint Bernard!
(I'm giving up cursing for Lent, seeing as how Franklin finds it fun to copy me and since we are about visit the in-laws...)

This morning I finally said, "Whoa Franklin! That sound is not OK! Please Stop!"

There was silence while we looked at each other, as if in some kind of face off. He pulled up his adorable little hand and said "OK, Stop peeze".

Then he squealed again.