Rhymes with Pleeb

So there's a vegetable among us, commonly known as the rutabaga in the US but goes by a COMPLETELY different name in the land of Eng... and I know the name, just couldn't think of it today at the grocery store. Ross tried to help me, with tons of hints, like: It's what you call people from a certain country...nothing. And this went on. And on. He wouldn't tell me, it was kind of frustrating. Finally he ran out of helpful hints when he said, "it rhymes with pleeb." Boy that did it, haha. It's a SWEDE, dur. And it's fabulous if you mash up a swede with boiled carrots with butter and "suzy and percy". See what I'm getting at? Hopefully I can chronicle some of the crazy ways my wonderful hubband says things. He always keeps me on my toes. But I say things a funny way too. Like he can't stand it when I say, "warsh" instead of wash. Which, as it happens, I do on purpose now. Maybe that's why he does it...gotta love him. And our baby, who is sure to inherit some asinine habits too. 

I took a pic of her hands today, they're amazing. Developmentally she's right on target and the neighbors let us borrow their exersaucer last night - their little boy, Tyler, is the cutest. Maybe someday I'll match him up with my little niece, Calista (she's on a previous post, feeding Isla). Then, last night, we were introduced to Guitar Hero. I'm not so bad as I thought I'd be.I smell a Thanksgiving show-down with my sis and Jeff!