Skig woke up this morning and asked, "Where's Daddy?" I explained that Daddy was at work, pretty par for the course. Then he make the statement, "Daddy wants to blow out.. all the candles.. on the birthday cake!"...Dad's birthday *is* coming up, but not for a few weeks. Must have been some dream? :)
Yeah, 'fraid not. I've kept him busy. I really need to drag out a camcorder and get some shots of Skig. He's adorable, when he's not throwing up or having a nosebleed. A *nosebleed.* He didn't care a whit about the blood, but it unnerved me. Probably a product of his cold, but we'll see if there's another one anytime soon.So where was I? Cute, yes. :) He drops letters and substitutes letters in true toddler fashion, but he is soooo cute when he does it. Yes, I'm biased, I know, but *I* love it, anyway.He'll walk up to a pillow and pat it, proclaiming: "pid-Dow!" And yellow is "Yed-dow." The "ssss" sound doesn't start a word, but he can use "st" and "sh" as in "star" and "shapes."Just a cute thing to share. Off to do my free-writing now.
Where did that husband of mine go? Did I lock him in the basement until my laundry is done and smelling fresh? Stick him in the toy room to amuse Skig while I drink wine and prance from site to site online in a girlish glee?Nope. We (okay, *I*) joke that it's his time of the month at the end of each month. As someone in the accounting business, month end close of the books is important and worth extra time at work. Like an extra 7-8 hour shift after his regular shift.Hopefully I can prod him into posting his opinion on the last few posts soon. Until then, you're stuck with slightly hyper pink-loving Leia. And you will like it!
Tertia, one of the bloggers I read voraciously, brought up the show Survivor and discussed whether or not she or her husband would do well on the show. (Interesting read, great writer - found HERE).I personally, do NOT like the outdoors. I am pale pale pale and would probably be hospitalized with third degree burns on the first day. I have the tenacity to find bugs and cook them, the cooking prowess to find the challenge of how to cook them intreguing, the survival knowledge not to get myself killed the first day. Unless I try to make my own soap from ash and fat and burn myself with the lye irreparably. Because I would need soap. And I would totally cut all my hair off. On the show. But not shave it, because I am pale pale pale. Maybe I would cover myself with mud to keep from burning so quickly. I bet that would up the attractiveness to keep me on the show! Plus I have no boobs and am rather plain looking anyway, so the mud wouldn't help a whole lot!Social skills? Uh... well. I might make it the first couple of rounds, but I'm fairly independent and don't go behind people's backs. So I'd spiral down and quickly on that type of show, I'm sure. I come off as aloof and perfectionist because I'm so stubborn and independent.I think my husband and I as a team would fare much better. We'd survive well, but I still don't think we'd win. We're too calm. I'll try to explain. We're forgettable. Admirable in the way we work together so effortlessly, but besides my occasionally stressy venting, we're *boring.* And we like it that way! That's why I'm having so much trouble figuring out what I want to do. I could do any of it. What I want is some 9-5 or evening job so I can spend the rest of my day at home. My job and my career isn't that important to me in any other context besides financing my life. Seriously. I want something that wouldn't tax me or make me miserable, but other than that, it's pretty open. It's about coming home. Fixing dinner. Laughing together. Going to the park. Being boring! I love it!
Sometimes, motherhood is exhausting."Mama juggle!" Uh, sure? I sorta know how to get three balls in the air at the same time. Let me tell you, I was much better at juggling by the end of it. I would even say I was juggling, albeit briefly (seven or so cycles)Do you know how much of an exercise juggling is? I can tell you from the aches that not only do you work your arms, but your abs, your butt, and the backs of your thighs.Forget the stairmaster -"Mama, juggle!"Skig has hopped on the bandwagon. "I juggle, mama!" And he gathers three balls exactly, throwing them up in the air at once. Great job, kid! You're already about caught up to your mom's ability! :)
I am in desperate need of an icon update. Next time!Good morning, everyone! Skig is feeling better today, though the snuffly nose is sticking around. I guess we'll go out for a walk instead of going to the library or anything. =( It's hard to keep him inside, and not really healthy for either of us. The yard is soooo wet, or I'd take him out there to play ball.Let's see... not a whole lot else to share? I feel more determined to do housework today, so that will be most of it.Have you noticed my listies have been gone for awhile? That's because I'm using Tada. Great site, great list! Too bad it doesn't make me more accountable, but it does make checking things off a little easier!<3 Leia
We can sing! "Hey hey" "Schooptyay" "Ah-Bee-bop-bay"And place our puzzle piece above the puzzle. "Go here?" "Noooooo... lower!"Then below. "Go here? Noooo... tired!" (higher!)Who says kids learn nothing from TV? XD
Have you ever noticed that the alphabet song and "Twinkle Twinkle" have the same tune? My son has. ^^ We were putting him to bed and asked him to sing the ABCs. He complied in that sweet little shy high voice he has:"A B C... D... E... F... G... ... how I wonder what you are!" XD
Today has been a long day, but good. We went to church at the campus outreach and found it rather pleasant. The organist sort of left us on our own for the middle verse of the last hymn and I was "outed" ... hahahaha. The choir could use altos, the minister said. XD Very funny. I might take them up on that. ^^ Skig did very very well in church, for a little guy. I packed marshmallows and graham crackers - that seemed to work well. So did drawing with a pencil. ^^We later went shopping. $300 at Target. ~falls over~ New car seat time, a Britax Marathon. We had to get something that wasn't a booster, but would hold a child that weighed over 40 lbs. Big kiddo, but not *big* ifywim. Just *heavy* and toddler like, but taller and proportionate. Man. Skig approved of the new seat. ^^ We went to the elementary school and played soccer. Soooo much fun. He loves to throw and kick and is getting soooo good at catching and running. He wants to swing on the big kid swings, but I'm too afraid of him falling off.I think that's about it, for today. Going to the chiro tomorrow and bringing the DVD player for sanity. Gonna be interesting. ^^;
This makes me insanely happy - it's the simple things! (Goodwill was good to me :D)The cat did it:I gots Bees!!!