If been meaning to write this one down for a while. My brother-in-law Chris (aka Coco) has already messed up my child. He has taught him to say "peace" ever since Rex was little. Well, when we tried to teach Rex that he was going to be two we would show him how many that was with our fingers. That happens to be the same sign as peace, so if anyone asks Rex how old he is he always replies, "Peace!" We've tried to undo it, but it's useless. He is a peace-year-old. I had to get him this shirt when I saw it. It's very him. Thanks uncle Chris.
- He is still obsessed with the garbage truck. It's his favorite day of the week.
- Anytime we run out of something he says, "Get more! Go to grocery store!" He loves the grocery store. They give him a baby ice cream cone there. Say no more.
- He repeats EVERYTHING we say.
- He thinks rocks are really great. As we got on the freeway the other day he saw how the landscape by the on-ramp is all rocks and he got really excited. "Rocks! I pick up rocks!"
- It was thundering the other day and he asked me if I could turn off the thunder.
- He loves to play what he calls, "Tackle Me." That means he tackles mommy over and over until I tell him that's enough.
- We're trying to get him to go on the potty, which he has done a few times. I put him on the potty and he says, "Come on, pee-pees! Come on!" and he grunts. I think it's hilarious.






