So, here I am, realizing what a blog slacker I have been. How insincere is an online apology really? Well, for what its worth, I plan on offering up a laundry list of the reasons why this slacktivity occured. (** yep, new wordage right off the bat. I think I just felt my mojo return... very nice) So, on to the laundry list, cause my real laundry is being sorely ignored at this point, as is Alden... he is in his bouncy seat next to me, chattering away, but still refusing to say Mama. 9 months old and already so disobedient! (just kidding folks) All I ever hear though, is a chorus of Dada Dada dadadadadadadadadadadadadadada... but I'm not bitter about this at all. I know, you can tell. I have tried explaining to him calmly, that any and all demands will be met on a more timely basis if that dimpled, little two tooth grin would be accompanied by a simple "Mama"... and yet, if I was showing a VLOG clip, you too would hear it...
DaDa Dada daadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada.
No, seriously, his love of all things Micah makes me so happy. This morning he was getting the "need my nap whineys" and I held out my arms to him. He looked at me, and looked at Micah, and crawled right over to him. Micah thought I would be heartbroken, but nope... I am happy because
#1 I am not raising any sissy Mama's boys.
#2 Due to the horse's hiney of a relationship I (never) had with my father, this kind of thing thrills my soul.
On to other things before I get all sappy...
My baby is six. No, I have not given birth again and named a child a number. Lincoln turned six last week. Where has the time gone? How did the little bundle I brought home turn into a little boy who catches bugs and makes his own peanut butter sandwiches?
Look at him... here he is. Just 5 days old, and SO tiny...
Oh, the very essence of jubilant poverty... they rob your heart and you are happy about it.
And one of the fat dog, who has FOUR teeth, a case of poison ivy, and thanks to a really dumb mom, a sunburn. This was at Lincoln's pirate birthday party, so Jen dressed him up a bit. :)
Now, this guy...
my oh my, he keeps me on my toes! Here is the latest Emerson story... and really after reading it you will wonder why I don't just re-name this blog "Tales from My Toilet" or "The Body Functions Blog".
So, I put Em in the shower. Our normal protocol is to get him in, let him get himself wet, come and lather him up, then let him rinse and play. I am not a fan of that pinkish mildew that grows on shower toys, so we only ever have a few, and I throw them out regularly. Currently there was a car, a small Superman, a wood dowel, (yeah, I know, what a redneck toy but they love it!) and then a small plastic butter tub for rinsing purposes.
Well, I put Em in, and come back a few minutes later with the soap and see him putting the Superman figure in the butter tub... He looks at me with an "Uh-oh, I just got busted" kind of look. So I say... "What did you do?"
Now, mothers, here is a trick you need to learn. If you suspect mischief, ask this question then WATCH and see where they look. They almost always glance at the very thing they are trying to hide. So Em glances at the butter tub... I look at it, and realize, that water that Superman and the car are floating in looks awfully yellow. So I go to pick it up, and just as I finish saying "Did you pee in here?" My hand sends the signal to my brain that this yellow water, it is nice and hot too... as in, fresh from a little 98.6 degree bladder.
"EEEEWWWW! Emerson, did you pee in here?"
Um, yeah Ma, I do'd that. I peed in there."
"Superman likes it."
So there you have it, Superheros run on pee power. The secret is out.
Now, what I want to know is... how can a kid get pee all over the bathroom floor, but manage to fill a butter container to the brim while in a shower???
And yes, Superman, the car, the container and even the dowel went in the trash. Why the dowel? you ask. Well, I can pretty much guarantee that if Em peed in that butter container he stirred it up too...
And that is all for this one folks, I'll try not be such a stranger.