Life is good....

Dog. One little word. The cutest word I've ever heard. And as soon as you hear Caroline say it, you'll agree. Yes, her first word is dog. (we don't count Da-da and Ma-ma) She said it on Valentine's Day when we gave her a pink dog as her "happy." But it's so cute b/c she actually says it in context. It's not just another "babble" sound. She deliberately says it when she sees Lucy or another dog (or any other 4-legged animal). She puckers up her little mouth and adds a little southern "aw" in the middle. As soon as she wakes up, she finds Lucy and the talking begins. She doesn't stop until she falls asleep. She also now blows kisses with her tiny little hand, says "ops" for Flops (her rabbit), and when you ask what a cat says, she says "owww." Our little genius...
So we went to the first Attache competition of the year last weekend in Opelika. Of course, they won everything, which always makes for a much better weekend. But Caroline was such a trooper. My parents were there, which was very helpful. But she was still a great sport. She loved watching all the shows. She danced and clapped and "sang along" with the choirs. It was really fun having her there. We're going for another round this weekend in Homewood. So hopefully she'll have fun again.
Well, it's Mardi Gras again..... joy, joy. I've just never quite understood people's fascination with this "holiday." I just don't see the point of getting completely drunk off your ass the day before you begin a period of religious sacrifice. Can you say hypocritical? Don't get me wrong - I like a drink as much as the next person. But it's like when you see doctors standing outside the hospital smoking a cigarette. Just doesn't make any sense... And they even give kids 2 days off from school for this! I guess b/c their parents are too drunk to remember to take them. But I digress... Robert has to walk with the band in a parade tomorrow night, so we're going to watch all the crazies scream their heads off for ugly beads and moon pies, and try not to get beaned in the head with some random assortment of plastic crap. But I guess things could definitely be worse. When the worst day of my week involves watching Caroline laugh at a sky full of flying beads, I just can't complain. Life is good....