Rocka Bama

Nothing too interesting has occurred in the Bloom household...just feeling guilty for not posting  much.  Oh-Ella did ask me the other day after the news was on if "Rocka Bama" was a bad word...yeah.  It was pretty funny, taking into account that lately, Ella thinks EVERYTHING is a "bad word".  So far, the really, really, bad word is "darn".  If you say "darn" in our house, you are apparently committing a cardinal sin.  Seriously, we can't say anything without mini-me voice quipping, "Is that a bad word?"  No, "tilapia" (tonight's dinner) is not a bad word; no, "exhausted" (every night) is not a  bad word; no, "aggravated"  (my word for our local cable company's service) is not a bad word.  So, I had to explain to Ella that no, Rocka Bama is not a bad word, and that, in fact, Barack Obama is our new President. Now that she knows it isn't a bad word she loves trying to work the name into a conversation.  Me-Ella, what did you do today?  Ella-I watched Imagination Movers, played Bingo, and Rocka Bama!!  Makes no sense, but hey--she's five, you know?

Is this OCD, toddler form?

This is Keeton's newest entertainment...lining objects up in perfectly straight lines.  He did a very similar thing at Verizon with all the strategically placed phones they had under their Christmas tree (he thought they looked better around the entire perimeter of the store).  It really isn't right, in my opinion, that a kid can so obviously know what "in order" looks like, but can't transfer that to his own toys!