Pulp and other stories

Pulp, is there anything as valueless as pulp?  We asked Blake the other day if he wanted some orange juice. He responded with," uhh, only if it doesn't have poop in it."  We corrected him that it's called pulp and not poop.  So, he spent the next few minutes trying to say pulp instead of poop.  He was right about half the time.  He'd stop us and say, "I can say it now."  Then say poop.  It was hard not to laugh every time.  What a great way to describe orange juice pulp, huh? For those that like pulp--come on, let's get with it.

I told Blake the other day he was doing a great job.  He turns and looks at me and says " Yeah, what are you gonna do?"

Well, I think we've figured out Dylan's favorite food (this time).  Regardless of the time of day, early in the morning or at night, whenever we ask Dylan what he wants to eat he shouts "Pizzas!".  Without fail.  Very funny.

Dylan is turning into quite a dancer too.  When the music is playing the kid is grooving.  Yesterday we were playing with Mega blocks and the music was going.  Dylan would pick up a block and while adding to a tower or building a car garage he was grooving and bop-ing.  Now if we could monetize that constant movement we could really be in business.