Eric and I decided to take the kids into Boone, North Carolina to shop and hang out for a while, when we were down in Tennessee visiting my Dad. Thankfully, we had a few days of being out of the car, before we took the hour journey to the other side of the mountain to go to Boone. We arrived at the outlet mall and were excited to shop in 50+ degree weather. After all, it was in the 30's at home. Eric was getting the double stoller out of the car...(it seriously weighs at least 50 pounds), while he was getting it out, he got his finger caught in it and said, "Damnit". Fast forward 24 hours....we were packing up the car to begin our journey home and Ethan was in the kitchen at my Dad's house playing with his cars. He was racing them on the floor and crashed them into the wall, we heard him talking to them and didn't think anything of it, until Eric looked at me and said, "I think he just said Damnit." We called him into the family room and asked him what he just said, with a sheepish smile he said, "I said damnit, dada." I couldn't believe it and had to walk away from laughing, as I know it truly isn't funny, but to hear those words so crystal clear out of the mouth of our two year old son, it shocked me. Eric explained that wasn't a nice word and that he isn't to say it anymore. He has uttered the word a few more times and each time, we try to not make it a big deal, so he won't say it again. Out of the mouths of babes, that is for sure!
Here are two pictures of our two little pilgrams! They made the trek all the way down to Tennessee to celebrate Thanksgiving with Papa Ken and Grandma Charlotte. They enjoyed their visit and playing with Prissy!! 
