THE Virus

I wouldn't wish this virus on my worst enemy.
Micheal woke up with it Wednesday morning, but it was gone by the end of the day. Then Daddy and I both came home early from work on Thursday with it, and since kids bounce back faster than parents, then Daddy and I took our time getting over it all day Friday, too. It still lingers with me a little today, but Daddy is over it and back at work. Maybe one more day off will help me out, especially since they are rainy days and I'm not expected to do more than sit on the couch and watch movies all day. Plus, it gives me extra time to sing songs with my Micheal and play with his trains and watch him grow. I wish every weekend could be as much fun as this one... minus all the trips to the bathroom.

Quotables

My child is absolutely hilarious. He makes us laugh all the time, and it's not always what he says. But, when he does say something funny, I try to write it down so that I can remember it later. I was also told to write them down because it would be neat to go back to it when he's older. So, here goes.


- "My toes are dancing!"

- "I have to put my shoes on. The wind will blow my socks off!"

- And my favorite to date... overheard while in the bathtub:
Holding the toy truck above water, he says to it, "BREATH, Truck!" And then dunks it in the water, brings it back up and says, "I told you to breath!" And dunks it again.

Do you think we traumatized him when trying to teach him how to swim?

Let's Talk about sex, Baby!

It feels like every day, someone asks me some kind of question that deals with my sex life. It comes from all sorts of people, and it comes in all sorts of varieties of ways. It comes from old people, young people, family and non- family, even complete strangers!

It starts with “How old is your child?” which is innocent sounding enough, but when they then decide to ask about my sex life, they’ve gone too far. Why do people feel the need to ask me about this? How is it any of their business? What makes them think that I would tell them the ins and outs (no pun intended) and goings on in my life when I really think that’s something that shouldn’t be talked about with anyone but my husband?

“How far apart do you want them to be? Isn’t it about time for another one? Micheal needs a little sister/brother! Don’t you think? Are you at least trying?”

I know that they’re just trying to be nice, but every question they ask sounds to me like, “Did you have sex last night? Are you going to try again tonight? How did you make it work last time? Maybe you should try that again this time!”
I just don’t get it. When, or IF, we decide to have another baby, then we’ll let other people know when we decide to let people know! Is that too much to ask?

Slave to Love

At our house, we are in the throws of potty training. It’s not really been very bad. He does very well at school, having no accidents at all, but then he’ll come home and get rid of everything that he had saved up all day long. Sometimes so much so that he’ll go through another three or four pairs of underwear before he’s all emptied out, or it’s time for bed. So, I have been doing a whole lot of laundry! The problem is that three or four pairs of dirty or wet underwear aren’t really enough to make a load of laundry, as small as they are. So, then I end up finding something that needs to be washed, even if it’s the shirt and pants I was wearing that day. Four o’clock in the afternoon isn’t too early to put on your pajamas, is it?

Hot, Steamy Love...

In a Box.

And you thought I meant something dirty, didn’t you?

I talked to my mom the other day, and she said that she had thought about me today and bought me something. When I asked her what, she told me she had bought me the one thing that I love more than anything during the winter time, and I can never find it anywhere around where I live. I love having a cup of hot chocolate in the morning when it’s freezing outside, instead of coffee, because I’m still not old enough to drink coffee.

So, other than her telling me that she loves me, I know my mommy loves me because she bought me my favorite box of hot chocolate. And that’s Love, all hot and steamy in the morning.