Category: monkey antics

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How did THAT happen?

I’ve said that a few times in my almost 21 months as a mom. Today, though, is one for the record books.

The Babe and I were chilling before dinner with a little Baby E. She was sitting on my lap when all of a sudden I felt a rather warm, wet sensation. I thought, “well, maybe she just peed, and my leg feels warm because she’s sitting on it.” Obviously, it had been a long, hard day or I would have realized that if the diaper had contained the urine, my leg wouldn’t feel wet. She stayed put, and I wasn’t about to wreck the good Baby E mojo with an intermission diaper change.

So we continue to space out, and as the credits roll, the Babe climbs off and I realized that I am, in fact, wet. Really wet. Wet all around the crotch area of my own pants. Wet through to my underwear. And then I think to myself, “self, did you wet YOUR pants?” Because the Babe’s shorts? Totally dry.

But the Babe’s diaper weighed about as much as she does. So somehow, the she leaked out of the diaper, missed her own shorts and just literally peed on me (and the sofa). And I didn’t realize it til the Baby E dvd was over. That’s how good those damn DVD’s really are. Or that’s how tired I really am.

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Signs you live amongst old folks


In our neighborhood, there are less than 15 kids–probably less than 10 that live in the neighborhood full time. I see three get on the middle school bus each day, I live with 1, and there are two little ones across the street. So the Babe doesn’t have many examples of what “kids do” in a neighborhood.

Instead, she watches the adults walk their dogs (no fences, so they’re all leash trained) and the dog-less adults just walk. And walk. And walk. That sort of purposeful fitness walking marked by the MP3 player, sports bra, reflective clothing and the bent arms. I think only one or two people jog. The rest of us, myself included, walk. So when she points to the men walking by and says, “Dada!” I say, “That man’s walking.” And she’ll repeat, “walking”. When she points to the dog walkers, I’ll say the dog’s going on a walk. And she’ll say, “walking”.

So now, when the Babe wants to go outside, she says, “Walking? Go walking? Go walking baby?”–which roughly translates into, “I’d like to get out my stroller and put my doll in it and barrel down the sidewalk.” !!!!

It occurred to me today that she doesn’t use the word “Play”, like I think kids generally do–her word for going outside is “Walking.”

Definitely a sign we live amongst old folks.

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Bloggy botox and BFF

It’s ok….you can tell me you’ve noticed….this blog has had some Botox. (blog-tox?) Anyway, I’ve had header envy for a long time, and when Susie of Bluebird blogs was offerring a portion of her proceeds to help a fellow blogger Kelli out, I thought it was divine intervention telling me to indulge–it wasn’t about me, it was about helping Kelli! (how’s that for logic?)

So here I am, with a spiffy new look.

That said, I am going to bed. We are still sort of recovering from yesterday’s birthday marathon. The Babe ended up sleeping through the night from when we put her down at around 4:30. No, I’m not exaggerating. She slept from 4:30pm until almost 6am this morning!! She awoke a new girl. Then after Mass, she took another 3 hour nap.

Since she was so full of energy, we took her to my friend’s dad’s house (where they are staying) and we had another play date–this time “only” 6 of the 7 kids who were with us yesterday. Four of whom are between 20-24 months old!!! BIG FUN. (we have 1, Angie has 2, her bro has 3)

BFF
You know those friends you just want to be in the same room with? It doesn’t matter how much you see them or how often you email or call…when you are together all is right with the world? Well, Angie is definitely one of those people for me. So after making a kick-ass dinner, we sat on the screen porch and watched our kids play together. They got along beautifully and had so.much.fun. Her girlie and my girlie took turns playing with the baby’s pumpkin seat–each one sitting for a spell while the other one rocked. They sat on the steps together after we told them they couldn’t scale the stairway gate. So stinking cute, I could have gobbled them both up!

And of course, in my mind, I’m imagining that they too will room together in college, and be the kind of friends who can just be in a room together and just be.