I forgot to mention Walter, and the fact that his nose has been filled with boogers lately.

Quite a few times a day he decides he doesn't like what's inside of there, so he stands there and picks it. He sticks his little finger and thumb up there and digs around until he finds something, small or big..

When he first started it, he would walk over the Scott and say "Da-da," as he extended his hand out to hand his dad his booger.

Now he does it to me, also. He also says, "da-da," to me as he hands me his boogers.

I don't know where he learned it.

We never asked for his boogers.

Maybe he's proud or something. Haha.