Just Too Nice

Question for today:

I wonder why it is that when women mistakenly ask if I'm pregnant, I feel it necessary to respond soooo sweetly, so they don't feel bad for their mistake. In reality, it is they who should apologize (profusely) for making such a gaffe. After all, my rule is that unless a woman has initiated a conversation about her pregnancy, or unless you can see a baby emerging from her hoo-ha, you don't ever (EVER) suggest she might be pregnant.

Since the boy was born (21 months ago...ouch), I can count at least five times that five different women have asked about my (nonexistent) pregnancy. Therefore, I have decided that I would much rather have all my fat residing in my ass than my pooch.

Insert huffy sigh HERE.

Off to do crunches and NOT eat cookies. {Removes tongue from cheek.}

Better Late Than Never: 21 Months

Chicago Botanic Garden (iPhone)

Dear Munchkin,

You are 21 months old. You are more Boy than Baby, more Sturdy Trekker than Toddler. You wear size 6 diapers at night. You've grown out of many of your 24 month clothes, but are too short for 2T. You know the difference between your sandals and your shoes, and between your blue shoes and brown shoes. Puzzling, since the rest of the color world is still an utter mystery to you, it seems.

Working on your manners, you are sometimes confused and utter, "Whaddayousayplease?" But you also have this adorable habit of saying, "Bless you, Mommy (Daddy/Mimi/Dede, etc.)," even if that person is simply blowing his nose. You want to "go dat fway" instead of this way, you want to "have dat," and go "bak down"(stairs) every time we've gone up. You want to "watchee Elmo" and "puppy movie" (Disney's Bolt) whenever possible. You spend a large portion of the day listening....pointing to your ear and saying, "hear airplane/choo-choo/motorcycle/dump twuck (?)/elephant (??)."

You like to put "kefwup" (ketchup) on everything, and appreciate a tasty "quesadaddy" for lunch. You've discovered that chewing on baby carrots (YES!!!) are soothing to sore gums trying to grow eye teeth.

You are a terrific cleaner-upper, often doing so before being asked--though it seems to be the process of throwing things into the baskets that is more satisfying than the tidy result. You differ from your mom in that way. :o)

You sing! "Twinkle, "Old MacDonald," "Wheels on the Bus," Music Together's "Hello Song" and bird round and "Green and Blue." Your favorite lullaby is "Scarborough Fair," followed closely by the bye-bye song from music class, during which you sing bye-bye to everything from Grandpa to "MommyDaddySimonTwuck" (???).

The sprinkler is the coolest thing since sliced bread. You discovered your water limitation, however, when we took you to the beach last week and put your toes in the FREEZING LAKE MICHIGAN WATER. FREEZING. You learned to like sand that day. On a day off with Daddy, your first priority is a "bike wide," preferably to a park. Any park.

Oh, there is so much more I could share....perhaps I'll add on more later. You are delightful. Smart, funny, inquisitive. I have so much love for you.

Always,
Mom