Andy and I have always gotten a laugh over Joey calling our Honda Pilot, "Joey's car," but we didn't realize how possessive of it he really was until this week.

A couple of days ago, Andy had to take the Pilot to work. As we were waving goodbye to Andy in the morning, Joey looked puzzled when Andy got into the Pilot. This bewilderment turned into a full-fledged temper tantrum as Andy backed out of the garage. He kept yelling, "Joey's car, Joey's car."

Later that day when Joey and I were at the grocery store, we ran into a friend of mine. Joey was talking to her and said something about Daddy. My friend asked, "Where is your Daddy?" Joey promptly responded, "Work. In Joey's car." Apparently he was ratting out his dad for stealing his car.

This past weekend, Andy, Joey, and I went up to LA for a surprise birthday party for our friend, John, from Albuquerque. His brother and sister-in-law, Grant and Kelly (our other friends from Albuquerque), planned it all. Kelly has a post up on her blog all about it. We had a great time, and Joey loved getting first crack at the pinata.

After the party, we spent the night with Grant and Kelly. We had so much fun, and Andy and I even got to play the Wii for the first time. Let's just say, I may have missed my calling as a professional bowler.

I've had a couple of posts about potty training recently because that's definitely been the major event in our house for the past few weeks. I'm happy to report that Joey has been completely out of diapers (except for nap and night time) for the past two weeks! Hooray!

He's also taking after his Daddy when it comes to reading on the potty. Our bathroom just seems to inspire a lot of literary activity.

My last post reminded me of a story that makes me laugh every time I think about it.

Andy puts Joey to bed every night. After he lays Joey in his crib, he always sings "Amazing Grace." The other day Andy proudly reported, "You know, Joey knows like half the words to 'Amazing Grace' now." I was pretty shocked, but thrilled that we are raising a little genius. So I said, "Really! What words does he sing?" Andy started counting and sheepishly listed about three words. Yup, just about half the song.

Okay, so maybe three words doesn't quite qualify him for genius status.

I had some music playing the other morning from one of my new favorite CDs, Redemption Songs, by Jars of Clay. The song playing was "Nothing But the Blood of Jesus." It's kind of an upbeat rock version of the traditional hymn. All of a sudden I heard Joey singing, "Nothing, nothing" with the chorus. I'm glad he appreciates my taste in music. I have a feeling that won't always be the case.

It's just been one of those kind of days. The kind of day where I tried to put Joey down for a nap at 8:00 am. His normal nap time is 1:00 pm.

It's a good thing he's cute.

About six months ago, I wrote a post on our new fish tank, and how I accidentally killed four of our six fish. Oh, that was just the beginning of our death toll. Since then, we've killed many, many of our little aquatic friends. It seems like every time we try a new batch of fish, they all die. Well, they all die, except one little guy who has made it since the beginning. This fish is invincible. And for that reason, Andy finally named him Charles Bronson.

Charles Bronson is an actor that was in a bunch of older movies like The Dirty Dozen, and The Great Escape, where pretty much everyone in the movie dies except him. Andy always thought this was a fun cinematic allusion to make when referencing someone too tough to die, so you can't imagine how thrilled he is to now have a fish named after him. Andy looks positively gleeful when he loudly announces that he needs to go clean out Charles Bronson's tank. It's also pretty funny when Joey greets our fish with, "Hey Bronson!"

He's getting so good, he's now instructing others.

Since we've had Joey, I pretty much always refer to Andy as "Daddy" or "Honey." Andy once commented that it's rare when I actually use his name. In spite of this, Joey figured out that Daddy's name is also Andy, and he calls him that quite frequently now. Sometimes when he's calling "Daddy" and he doesn't get a response he'll try "Andy." Other times he just says both. I have to admit, I think it's funnier than Andy does. Then the other day, Joey called me "Megan." He actually seemed to have a glint in his eye like he knew he was being funny. What a stinker!