No Words

The other night, Jess, Keyton, and I were sitting in the living room. Our dog Ruby often feels the need to hump Keyton's leg. Everyone knows what I am talking about, so I can use the word "hump". I honestly don't know what else to call it. Would I call it, bounces her butt up and down while dog's paws grasp leg? I don't think that works. Anyways, it is a dominance thing, it's Ruby's way (yes Ruby is a girl dog that humps legs) of saying, "I own you Keyton, you are my kid." This "situation" has been getting worse recently (Ruby's leg humping). And without thinking about it, when Ruby does this, we say, "NO!! Ruby don't hump!". Now we know we are suppose to censor ourselves around children. We get this. We censor ourselves all the time. Anyway, the other night Keyton jumped up on the couch, and Ruby started to hump his leg. Jesse got mad and said, "No, Ruby, you don't hump!" Pretty soon, we noticed that Keyton was pretending to "hump" the air (remember, Keyton does not know what this means, he had no idea what he is doing) and Jesse told Keyton (horrified) to simply stop, well it was more like,"Keyton Alan, STOP IT!" Keyton then asks,"Why? Why can't I hump dad?". Sometimes, in life there are no words. And this was an instance when Jesse had no words. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Keyton kept (and kept and kept) asking,"Why dad, why can't I hump?" Jesse tactfully changed the subject. Keyton is our serious child. He is mostly funny, when he is not trying to be funny. Keyton has his first baseball game of the season tomorrow. I love watching baseball now that I have a child who plays.

Hal is going to start tennis lessons next week. Hal and I talked about her trying something new this summer. First, I brought up softball. She turned that down--fast. Then, my friend Heidi told me that her daughter was going to try tennis. I asked Hal if she wanted to give tennis a try. She said, "No, I just want to dance and dance and dance!" I pulled up a YouTube video of two girls similar to Hal's age playing tennis. After watching for a second, she said she would give tennis a try, because the girls in the video were wearing skirts. So, she is going to start tennis on Tuesday, in a skirt. I can't wait to see this.

Owen is potty trained! Although, he will only go potty if his little potty chair is in the kitchen. I know, gross. The potty chair is sitting against the wall in the kitchen and when he has to go, he goes. He is even in big boy underwear. I am proud of him.