Of my day.
BUT! All is not lost, because I will follow it with some gratuitous pictures of the Bean. Because everyone knows it doesn't matter if you post the most asinine drivel or a brilliant treatise on achieving world peace... if you follow it with cute baby pictures, no one remembers anything you wrote anyway. So here goes: the major stuff that we've been up to since last week. (Wow, even I'm bored already.)
Last Monday we went to a "dance party" held at the home of one of other MOMS Club members. It was also DH's birthday, and I felt kinda guilty for getting down with my bad self while he was stuck at work. But sometimes these things just can't be helped. When they played kids songs like "If You're Happy and You Know It," Bean remained entirely unimpressed and instead pushed a toy car. But when an upbeat Counting Crows tune came on, he was bouncing to the beat and shaking what his mama --that's me -- gave him. I was so proud! His favorite song these days is "American Boy" by Estelle, featuring Kanye West. He sings the girl parts, but at least he exhibits pretty good taste in music. And note to self: procure some valium and xanax before agreeing to hold a dance party for moms group. *shiver*
Last Thursday I had a consultation with our new RE. We used the babysitter for the first time, and it seemed to go well. As Bean's vocabulary is basically limited to daddy, mom, flower, ball, water, and woof, his follow-up report was lacking. During my appointment, I got a call from an "in school" friend wanting to do something "out of school" that day. It was like she had somehow read this post and knew exactly what I needed at that moment. We couldn't get together because of the appointment, but even after all the emotion, stress, and information overload of the morning, it was her simple phone call that had me smiling for the rest of the day.
Last Friday we went to take a "tour" of the Rainforest Cafe with the MOMS Club. They had a "marine biologist" give us this "tour." Note the liberal use of quotation marks. Although this "marine biologist" was passionate about his work and clearly enjoyed talking to the kiddos, I wouldn't look at him and think, now there's a guy with a degree in science. And I absolutely believe that the Rainforest Cafe has the budget to support a marine biologist position, based on the $17 they want me to pay for a bowl of pasta. But I guess I've seen "The Marine Biologist" episode of Seinfeld one too many times, and all I could think about was George pulling a golf ball out of that whale's blow hole. Anyway, it didn't stop me from giggling at all of the guy's lame jokes, except the one about all the fish being members of the Wu Tang Clan. (It didn't make sense at the time, either.)
Also last Friday, Bean decided that holding onto mommy's hand while walking is for babies, and he now cruises around the house by himself, everywhere. So far, this has been only a good thing. I no longer have a big crick in my back from bending over, and because he can entertain himself for hours just walking around the kitchen island with an old cell phone in his hand, I can totally get caught up on
On Saturday we went to Snoqualmie Falls, taking advantage of the beautiful weather along with thousands of other people. We did the one-mile-round-trip "tourist" hike to the bottom of the falls. I tell you what, I was EXHAUSTED by the time we reached our car back at the top! But proving yet again that I am apparently one of the most out-of-shape creatures in the Seattle area, no one else seemed winded at all. Not the three-year-old children. Not the people who had a couple hundred pounds or six decades on me. Not the women weighed down by heavy, black burkhas. I think we were passed by the same French-speaking family about 8 times. Whew! About my life's goal of climbing Mount Rainier: it probably won't happen this summer.
Yesterday I took Bean and pooch to a local trail for a change of scenery on our walk. When we got back to the car, I noticed the Bean was missing his binky! Oh, I was devastated. See, I have this strange relationship with his binkies. It's part of my
And as promised, the pictures!!
We are getting closer to DH's ultimate dream come true: Bean mowing our lawn.