Pictures? No. Penises? Yes.

I'm sorry but my father-in-law (the oft-mentioned "Chief") has borrowed my home computer for a few days, thus leaving me photoless. Are you mad? You come here to see photos of my kids. I won't kid myself. Sure, the writing entertains from time to time but that's not the hook.

Soo....what should we talk about? Oh yeah - penises.

Pete is discovering the wonders of his own...um...situation. And his brother's. He finds his own in the tub, feels around a bit, laughs. You know the deal. Like any man. And if Vincent leaves himself unguarded for a few seconds?

Honk.

Pete just doesn't know the barriers yet. He's learning. Speaking of which, here's a conversation we all had just the other night:

Pete (getting his diaper changed): "Pieshy! (Italian colloquialism for penis).

Me: "Yep. That's your peishy."

Pete: "Vincent have pieshy. Peter have pieshy. Daddy have pieshy. Mommy have pieshy."

Me: "No Peter, Mommy doesn't have one."

(pause)

Pete: "Buy one."

Me: "Buy a pieshy?"

Pete: "Yeah. For Mommy."

Me, feeling awkward: "Um. Where do we buy one, Peter?"
Vincent overhearing, mockingly: "The Pieshy Store, Pete?! The Pieshy Store! (laughing)"

Pete: "PIESHY STORE! PIESHY STORE!"

Me: sigh

Yep. We're raising two boys.