Happy DiDi, Mama!

On Saturday I turned one-quarter of a century. 25. I'm not feeling too old, in case you're wondering. In fact, I feel just about right.

John and Tommy made french toast for breakfast that day, and John worked pretty hard to get Tommy to offer birthday congrats. What came out was, "Happy DiDi!!" Pretty close.

Then, this morning, we had waffles with syrup, which Tommy confused for french toast. "Happy DiDi!!" he exclaimed. After all, syrup must mean it's my birthday again.

I like the way this kid thinks...

Materialism: The Reason for the Season

I have to admit I'm already pretty well prepared for the gift-buying season. I have a list of what I'm buying for who, and (to toot my own horn a bit) I have already figured out what I'm getting for those my most difficult-to-shop-for category.

At the opposite end of the spectrum is Tommy, of course. I can barely go into a toy store or think about Christmas without wanting to buy him just about every toy out there. Ok, I am exaggerating a little. First of all, I definitely do not want to buy him any of the Noisy Toys out there, and that's almost all of them. Second of all, I do have a pared-down sense of what is needed, compared to most parents, so I don't think I'm going overboard. Still, I haven't bought him a thing yet. I think the longer I wait, the less likelihood of excess...

And also, days like today come when I realize that getting him more toys won't occupy him any more than those he already has do. In fact, he has spent the last 45 minutes playing on the living room rug as quietly as a mouse with just 3 items:

1.) A cup,
2.) A brush, and
3.) A rubber duck.

Are You Mischievous? Are You Curious?

There's nothing in the world like making your kid squeal with delight. Especially when all it takes is cutting a picture of his favorite cartoon from the paper.

"Monkme! Monkme! Monkme!"

Occupational Responsibilities

Things to Add to my Resume
(Or, what I have been doing since I haven't posted in forever)

*Scrubbing chocolate chip cookie residue out of every orifice of Tommy's body
It's shocking how much talent it actually takes to do this when your toddler is running away from you.

*Teaching Tommy the ABCs.
So far, he can get to D.

*Working out at the Best Gym Ever.
Let me remind you that it is heavenly for a mother to drop her kid off for an hour of relaxation and know he is safe. And, can I get an extra round of kudos because I somehow drag my pregnant self out of bed for this, against all odd?

*Avoiding finishing touches around the house.
We still don't have window treatments or hand towel hooks or the painting hung that has been sitting on our bedroom floor for over 2 months.

*Covering pumpkins in very fine glitter.
I got this idea from Martha Stewart, and since I like to christen a house by getting as much glitter around the place as possible, it was fitting.