Mike was home for the day, so he drove the kids to camp with me on Wednesday.
Me: “Hey guys, guess what?! We’re planning a play date with Daddy’s friend Shan and his little boy, Cooper!”
Megan and Ben: “Yay!”
Megan: “Is Cooper a baby?”
Me: “I think he’s about a year old?”
Megan: “Oh. I’m going to call Cooper, ‘Little Jo Jo’.”
Me: “Little Jo Jo??”
Megan: “Yeah.”
Me: “………….Little Jo Jo.”
Mike: “She’s like the guy who assigns nicknames in prison.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Uh…Coo-Cooper?’
‘That’s nice. I’m gonna call you Little Jo Jo.'”
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My weekly wrap-up:
The Politicus: Headline Round Up
Imperfect Parent: Did you know that every time you click on one of my articles at Imperfect Parent, an angel gets its wings? and I make about 1/8th of penny? But, you know, do it for the angels.
A fellow blogger (I Miss You When I Blink) has started a tumblr site that have all the weird and freaky-deeky search terms people use to get to blogs. A few of us have contributed, and they are pretty awesome. It’s hilarious…….in a scary and tragic way. Check it out: Search Party.
Pile of Babies 
Oh man. That is hilarious! Seriously needed that laugh this morning. I just got done walking my kid home covered in puke because I decided it’d be a good idea to go for a walk without a burp cloth in tow, and about halfway through she decided breakfast was too good to only see once.
OH NO! That is tragic.
When my kids were babies I once took them for a long walk without a bottle. Yeah. Because I am a freaking genius who enjoys cramping up as I run behind my stroller toward home with two screaming infants.