Snuggled on the couch tonight with B and H, I felt happy to be passing on the traditional watching of Rudolph. I have so many memories of watching it when I was little, and to see H watching it for the first time made me happy. He was so enthralled and kept saying ‘Rudolph!’ and ‘reindeer!’. We have a stuffed Rudolph that I bought last year so he can play with that and we’ll probably watch the movie again before Christmas. The abominable snowman’s roar toward the end did scare H (but it was really cute and I got a lap snuggle out of it).
H’s brain is really growing and developing lately. I can tell because he laughed at a tv show. (Yes, really!)
We were watching Backyardigans and rocks started falling on the characters’ heads. And H giggled! Giggling is nothing new, but usually he’s pretty quiet throughout the show. Laughing at a funny part is new, and makes him seem like such a big boy!
A good way to scare your mommy is to get a fork out of the drawer, use it to pry off an outlet cover and then look charmingly up at her while she freaks out.
I’d include a picture of him looking up at me charmingly, but I’m not sure yet how I feel about showing his face on a blog. I can attach this picture of him looking charmingly down at the floor, in his new knitted-by-mommy hat.
He hates it, for some reason. He’s fine once it’s on, but putting it on is worth a tantrum. He loves last year’s hat that’s slightly too small. I might need to knit a re-creation of that one.
While I’m at it, I should probably document for posterity the best thing he’s said since ‘I love you’. I was crying yesterday (pms, etc.) and he said ‘It’s okay. It’s okay, Mommy.’ Awwwwwwwwwww.
There’s nothing like sitting by the window, eating oatmeal and drinking tea (well, I actually didn’t make tea, but I really think I should have tea in this scenario), and watching my son play in the leaves. He’s old enough now that I feel okay letting him play outside by himself while I supervise heavily from inside.
The day might be gray and gloomy, there might have just been two more days just like this, and I might be corresponding with my husband over our impending divorce, but right now things are lovely.
Cleaning and organizing feels so good, even when it’s for a bad reason. It’s nice to get things thrown out, donated, and sorted. I’ll be selling the house and after that who knows? Maybe a new city.
There is no one else to deal with a large spider running off of the shirt you are pulling out of the drawer, so you are forced to drag the vacuum out of the basement and vacuum up the spider while your toddler (who is horribly afraid of the vacuum) screams and cries. And you still don’t have a shirt on. Delightful.