I am sitting here before we’re about to crash and Elliot is playing with his Whoozit (a stuffed toy made of different textured/colored material). Quite a day for mommy and daddy, filled with lots of errands and heaps of poo and pee. Most of our discussion these days is centered around Elliot (rightfully so), and when I break it down, I realize that the following phrases are used constantly.

• Are you telling stories? (when Elliot is cooing, we give him a goofy look and repeat this phrase)
• Where is your tushie? I can’t find your tushie (Elliot has a small butt … this is Amy’s attempt at a joke, but Elliot doesn’t usually laugh)
• Is he hungry again?
• Double half-caf lowfat 2 pump no whip mocha (my drink)
• Double half-caf soy 1 pump no whip mocha (Amy’s drink)
• Good boy (we use this for Elliot after a burp/fart/poop)
• Which boob did I start with last time? (Amy has to know which one to start off with when she feeds)
• Burrito or Quesadilla? (When I make a run to Chipotle, Amy orders 1 of 2 things)
• We need more diapers (self-explanatory)
• What about Thomas? (Our little pug still needs to be walked, fed and played with … sometimes this has to wait)

Even though we are both a bit hazed these days, we can take comfort knowing that Elliot doesn’t realize how clueless his mommy and daddy are.