Universe, you've done it again!

I've started the week with a top-five difficult parenting decision: how to pronounce Uranus, our esteemed seventh planet.

Over the weekend, the boys moved beyond the states, skipped the world, and went straight to the universe. And now I'm stuck: URINE-us? ur-ANUS? Seriously, folks...who's in charge of these things?

Thankfully, our #1 resource, Dr. Seuss' "There's No Place like Space," graciously mentions Uranus only once, so I only have one uncomfortable mumble to stumble through.

But if the people-in-charge can update the solar system to delete Pluto (and get the Dr. Seuss people to revise their rhyme...impressive!), surely they can rename Planet #7. In the meantime, I might adopt an Australian accent during solar system discussions.  (ur-AU-nis...nope, still terrible.)

Speaking of speaking, today Benny started his pre-K speech therapy today with the wonderful Mrs. Hickerson. In 30 short minutes, she taught him to do what we've overlooked for five years: Ben can now curl his little tongue and pronounce a hell of an L sound. Wions are now lions, wunch is lunch, and Scognamillo...well, that's still tough for all of us.