Bought K a twin sized mattress from Ikea that say not to use it for 72 hours after unrolling it. Apparently it’s a very important 72 hours.
We are now on our second reading of Winnie-The-Pooh, since no one carries House at Pooh Corner in store and I have to order it (I know, I’ve lost all faith in humanity too.)
So tonight, k fell asleep while I was reading to him and every so often would fight back to consciousness and go in his adorable little toddler voice “tra la la” “hump” “hunting” - all of his favorite new words that he’s learned curtesy of AA Milne.
Today was just an all around amazing day. We had to drop off Hub’s car for an oil change and the whole time we were waiting K was yelling “Go! Go!” Because it was written everywhere at the dealership. We then went to the mall, where a lady commented on how much and how well he talks. Then Hubs got a hair cut, and K would ask to go home and then he’s remember “wait. Dada. “
We decided to grab lunch at Montana’s. Since they play country music (his favorite) he knew most of the songs. The first song he recognized though he looked at us like “OMG! This is my song!” (Ironically, it was Luke Bryan. Not ironically enough, it was not Play It Again). He then requested more, and we had to explain that we don’t DJ the music at the restaurant, but he could sing for us. So he started singing Springsteen, amazingly, perfectly, adorably.
When we got home we read Go,Dog, Go. There’s a part where there’s a dog playing a banjo. He points and goes “sing!” So I said, yeah, he’s singing what do you think he’s singing? “Woah woah woah-oh-oh” then ” hey hey hey hey” (Springsteen and Party People.” Melt.
To top everything off not only is J home but my sister got in for a visit tonight! So excited!
|—||Proof that I have the world’s best husband :)|
You’re probably going to hell when you finish your prayers by adding “and please don’t let me be hungover tomorrow.”
"How to describe an ‘eek’ face."
It’s called a grimace. Ah yes. That.
"Bake with your toddler," they say. "it’s fun," they say. Well, now I have an invincible flour paste over my counter, child, and self.
‘I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor.
Says he’s depressed. Says he’s life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up”
The man bursts into tears and says
" But doctor… I am Pagliacci"
R.I.P 1951 - 2014