The Tarbucks Challenge

Well, I have some bad news... we didn't win the lottery yesterday. But I also have good news. I actually like steak. But apparently if it's served at Ruth's Chris which is where we went for dinner last Saturday night. By far the best steak I've ever had. The blue cheese crust that was braised on the top and the pound of melted butter it was served in, didn't hurt it either. But man. That was some steak.
Connor's vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds. Yesterday while talking on the phone, I said, "Well, that sucks." And of course instead of picking up, that, or well, he latched onto "sucks" and practiced it a few times while lolling around on my lap. Luckily, he quickly forgot it, remembered I was on the phone and started yelling, "HELLO!?" about 20 times in a row. He has that word down too.
He also apparently has the word cookie down, because while waiting in line in the Target Starbucks today, (the Tarbucks as Jorma and I call it) he pointed at the Scottish Shortbread cookies that Mommy uses as a scream deterrent whenever she wants to shop in peace for more than 15 minutes and started having a meltdown, yelling, cookie! cookie!, until I had purchased it and he was happily trying to cram half of it into his mouth at a time. See the sacrifices I'll make just to get a Frappacino? And just for the record. Decaf Frappacino. Sucks. See? There's that word again. I guess I'll just have to keep the use of inappropriate words to a min, until well, until the kids leave the house. Dang it.