Greetings!

Yes, I too have fallen into the blogging trap. I figure I enjoy reading everyones blogs they will just HAVE TO enjoy mine. They are about the adventures of Bug and Goober, as obviously stated in the title. Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors as it has been a long time since I have written for others.

Bug is my three and a half year old daughter. Nicknamed for her small stature. She is only in the tenth percentile for her weight and height, very petite. She is far too smart for her age. I figure that by the time that she starts school in September (ALREADY) that I will have many, many, many phone calls and parent-teacher confronces concerning Bugs ability to talk back and make her point at the same time. In grade school I can see her saying, as they learn about Helen Keller, "Helen Keller was a communist." Yep, many many phone calls in my future. Then again, she just might be able to outsmart the teacher and have the teacher thanking her for this new information.

Goober is 17 months. Goober is a pistol. Goober has had the unfortunate nickname since conception when her parents didn't know if she was a he or a she, so Goober became the name. Poor thing. It has stuck too, since she answers to it as well as her real name. She is a doll, with these warm brown eyes framed by eyelashes that supermodels would kill for. And, she know how to use them to get her self out of trouble. A little bat bat here, a little look out from under her lids there. Oi! What a ham. She manages to talk with her body when the words are not quite under her grasp, well I should say since we are too stupid to know her language.

I think I will enjoy posting their adventures here. This will be a good way for me to record memories that I will have of them. A great deal more fun the writing in a book and you all get to read about my PERFECT (gag) children as well.

Talk you all later