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Because this actually happened…

Um.  The Boy has gone totally insane.  Like really, totally, and completely insane.  Like, I have no idea what to do with this kid anymore.  Like, he’s so freaking smart that he may need to go to school now instead of waiting until he’s of age.

Not only is he walking, but he’s responding like a champ.  He runs to an open door immediately so he can both open AND close it.  Because we need help opening and closing our doors.

Today, we went to the beach, as we do most days when it’s hot.  The Boy had so much fun playing in the sand and destroying sand castles, although the ocean water is still a challenge.  When he was done playing, he understandably got a little fussy.  Noticing that we weren’t doing anything about leaving yet, he escaped and crawled a few feet away to where our shoes and Hubs’ tshirt was.  Boy picked up the tshirt, and started walking back to Hubs with the tshirt in the air, as if to say, all right, guys I’m done now.  I have your shirt so now we can go.

Um.  What???

He plays the piano.  It used to be banging with his hands and all the keys and sounded like banging.  Now?  He’s playing individual notes with individual fingers, and it sounds really nice.

Who IS this kid?  And NOW what do I do with him?  It’s like he’s two.  And he just turned one.

He answers questions with sounds and gestures.  Simple things like, do you want mumma to cut up your hot dog so you can eat it? Because that is a simple question that a one year old can answer.  And he handed me his hot dog.

I’m just saying.

I may be a little biased because he’s my son.  But he is awfully smart.

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A Couple of Really Good, Albeit Busy, Days

Ugh.  I am so behind on the A to Z challenge right now.  But we’ve had a few really good days that have been keeping us busy that I haven’t really been around the computer to do anything.  I CAN blog from my phone, but honestly, I think it’s much easier to write with the computer in front of me.

Hubs had two days off from work in the middle of the week where we had almost nothing to do.  So we drove down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina.  We go down a few times a year.  Actually, we went down when my parents came to town, but the last time before that was when MIL and SIL were in town after the Boy was born, so we really didn’t get that far because it was June and peak season.

It was nice driving down to Hatteras, and damned if it didn’t take all day to find the lighthouse.  We stopped at a plant nursery and bought a birdhouse and some plants for the backyard.  We did the front yard at Lowes later.  Then we stopped for ice cream, and I’m not kidding when I say I had THE best hot fudge sundae I’ve ever had since I worked at an ice cream place.  And then we ended up having a great dinner at a local place called Mulligans who had 1/2 price pizza (so we got 2) and a yummy cup of She-crab soup.

Thursday, we had an afternoon appointment, but we spent the early part of the day outside working in the garden and doing some minor landscaping.

And we finally had Easter Dinner.  There was every intention to have Easter dinner ON Easter, but Hubs had to work at 3am the next morning, and we had stuffed ourselves nearly silly with a late lunch of hamburgers and hotdogs.  So Thursday we had Easter dinner of turkey ham, mashed potatoes, mac ‘n cheese, and potato skins.  And lunch the next day was leftovers.

Today was a great day too.  And I have to say that this is one of the reasons that I love getting the newspaper.  We went to a car show down on the oceanfront that Hubs heard about on the radio.  Lots of classic cars, and the weather was beautiful, so why not spend the day outside.  Then we took off to the state park where there was going to be a reading of Dr. Seuss‘s the Lorax followed by a craft – which I DID find in the paper this morning.  The story was cute, but the Boy wasn’t overly interested because there were so many other things going on.  But the craft kept his attention.  They handed out blank puzzles for kids to draw their favorite part of the story.  Hubs and the Boy took on this project and we have a really cute puzzle as a souvenir.

The state park was beautiful otherwise.  We had the puppy with us, and she enjoyed the walk as much as we did.  And the Boy was so enthralled with everything around him.

So I finally got a chance to sit down at the computer and get some emails done.  And tomorrow Hubs will most likely spend most of the day sleeping because he has the overnight tomorrow night, and I’ll be getting more work done.  I hope.


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H is for… Home Opener

‘Tis the season for… BASEBALL!  And I expect there to be lots and lots of it this season.

Today, we went to the Tides Opening Day.  The Tides are our local AAA Team.  The other day we saw the Tides play the Baltimore Orioles in an exhibition game, wherein the Tides won.  Just a note, the Tides are the farm team for the Orioles, meaning the Orioles pull players up from the Tides to play in the majors.  Also, it is my opinion that if you are playing against your farm team, you ought to be winning.

Anyway…

This was the Boy’s first opening day.  We went a little early and got to see some batting practice, but the highlight for the Boy, I’m sure, was the Tides band, which consisted of a tuba, trombone, trumpet, and a drum.  The Boy was truly enthralled – they took breaks, and he would look around to see what else was going on, but as soon as they started playing again, he looked at them the entire time.

Other than the band, he did really well.  We sat next to a Gramma and Grampa who were just hysterical.  The Boy bonded with Gramma when she gave him a french fry, and then another.  Happiest kid ever.  Hubs said the Gramma just kept going with the jokes.  “There are so many Os on the scoreboard we could make Spaghetti-O’s.”

The Tides lost their Home Opener 1-0.  But it was a great game, with a great atmosphere.  And free tacos.  At the end of the game, Taco Bell was giving out samples of their new Doritos Taco, which was sooo yummy!

Can’t wait for more baseball this season.

 


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Thoughts…

Sigh.

I should be sleeping.  Or cleaning.  But I’m wide awake.  I have some annoying life insurance physical exam at 10:30 this morning, and I have very little interest in it.  But I’ll do it and get it over with.

Otherwise, I’m taking a short pause from the A to Z Challenge.  Just a post about babies.  Which I could have done two days ago, under the letter B, but I didn’t really think of these things until yesterday.

I have a son.  He’s almost 10 months old.  And he is the best thing ever.  And Hubs and I tried for nearly two years to conceive before the Boy blessed us.  And now I’m wondering if we should be doing it again.

A friend of mine back home, who was pregnant the same time I was, just announced that they are expecting baby #2.  I couldn’t be happier for them.  I wish them all the best.  But it got me thinking about whether I want to do it again.  I guess deep down, I would love to have another child.  And if God wants to bless us with another child, so be it.  I won’t be upset.  But the question is: are we supposed to have another child?  Maybe not now, but someday?  I don’t want to put any silly limits on myself with age or time between kids and whatnot.  And if it happens, that’s the way it was supposed to be.  But is it supposed to be?  I know we won’t know until we know.  And we haven’t been trying.  And we’ve talked about waiting a little bit for the Boy to get a little older.

But the thing is, I hate the questions.  I hated the questions when I was single about when I was getting married.  And the ones when I was married about when we’re having kids.  And now that we have a kid, the questions that ask if we’re having more.  I think it’s a terribly personal question, but people love to ask anyway.  And I don’t really have a polite, classy, diplomatic response.  I usually answer, “we don’t know yet,” or something of the like.

I guess what I’m saying is that I would love to have another baby, but if it’s not meant to be I won’t be upset because that is the way it is supposed to be.  But if we end up being blessed again, I know I’ll be over the moon.

I just don’t like the questions that put you on the spot.

Also, I think I’m feeling a little pressure because both my parents mentioned it the other day.  In a very direct, very obvious way.  I told my mother that I didn’t want any more, and that one was enough, and she was sad.  But my default mode when dealing with my mother is to not give her any hope, because she WILL take it too far.  And then it’s sad if I have to let her down.

I don’t know.  Just a few things I’m thinking about.


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A is for… April Fools

One month.  26 posts.  A to Z.  Check it out here.  And join the challenge.

Ugh.  I can’t begin tell you how much I dislike April Fools Day.  Aside from the fact that the day belongs to my BIL, my puppy, and a childhood friend, Hubs LOVES to play funny practical jokes.  Except sometimes, they just aren’t funny.  Only in a not funny then, funny now sort of way.

Hubs played three successful jokes.  And by successful I mean that he was able to take advantage of my inherent gullibility amazing brilliance.  First, he told me our cat got out.  Grrr.  Tiny is an indoor cat who has been known from time to time to take a walk out the door and onto the front porch.  So this was very believable.  And I’m still shaking my fist at him for this one.

Joke number two was lottery related.  Given that we didn’t win the $640 million, Hubs bought a scratch ticket.  Typically, when we play scratch tickets, the most we ever win is $1 or $2, so we break even.  Hubs told me we won $50.  Yeah, I was excited.  Until he started giggling.  More fist shaking.

And joke number three was just as good and annoying (but don’t tell him about the good part).  The Boy has been trying to climb out his seat for awhile now.  He used to be successful at throwing himself out and faceplanting on the floor.  But then I raised it so he can’t get out.  Except he almost did trying to reach something on the floor.  So, while I was in the kitchen, Hubs told me that the Boy had climbed out of his seat.  Which would not have surprised me if he had.  And I went rushing in the room to see, only to find the Boy playing quietly with a toy I’d just given him.  Am I still fist shaking?  You betcha-by-golly-wow I am.

But in an effort to redeem myself, we called my parents for our big practical joke.  I made my dad get out of bed, so both parents could be on the phone to hear our BIG NEWS.  Dad was assuming our news was that I’m pregnant again.  Which I am not.  And would probably not tell them over the phone anyway.  We DID tell them that Hubs was part of a pool at work that won the lottery, so we had to split that $640 million 14 ways.  Mom was in hysterics with her screaming and yelling.  All dad could ask was if we were going to pay off the house.

Yup.  April Fools!

Also, one of my Facebook friends posted a funny status that was along the lines of:

What if April Fools doesn’t really exist and it’s the longest running practical joke ever?

Love it.

What were your best jokes from April Fools?


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Conversations with Hubs: Oreo Cookies

One the phone in Walmart, while I’m in the car...

 

Hubs: I knew I should have had you come in.  There’s so many different kinds.

Me: I just want regular Oreos.

Hubs: There’s double stuffed, mint, chocolate…

Me: I just want regular Oreos.

Hubs: Vanilla, cakester…

Me: I just want regular Oreos.

Hubs: And a special edition, 100th anniversary Oreo…

Me: I JUST WANT REGULAR OREOS!

 

Later, in the car…


Me: Look.  They have this great Oreo cookie jar.  I want it.

Hubs:  I saw that in the store.  Just $3, I think it’s great.

Me: (reading from the back of the package) Send two proofs of purchase plus $3, PLUS $10 shipping and handling…

Hubs: $10?!?!?  That’s outrageous!  It was cute for $3, but not for $13.

Me: Absolutely.  I agree.

Hubs: That’s it.  I’m boycotting Oreo Cookie Birthday.

Me:  Good.  More cookies for me.

 

Later, at home…


Me: The President is giving a special press conference.

Hubs: Is it about Oreos?


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Conversations with Hubs: A Walk Through Walmart

Yesterday, we did some pretty serious shopping by way of baby gates and a new vacuum cleaner.  When we got to Walmart, it was raining pretty heavily, so Hubs dropped the Boy and me off at the door, and parked the car.  We shopped and tried to waste a little time.

Hubs: It stopped raining.  It looks pretty light out.  We should go, like, NOW.

Me:  Boy’s in a good mood.  Can we do some grocery shopping while he’s in a good mood?

Hubs:  Sure.

A while later… we checked out, paid and walked to the door.  All of a sudden, the sky opened up and started raining so hard you could hear the echo in the store.

Hubs:  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

At which point a Walmart employee that is 10 feet away in front of us dies laughing hysterically.

Me:  You are SO LOUD.