WW - A Sneak Peak

Guess what I did yesterday?

Less than 8 weeks to go before we can see if my little boy really looks like this!

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The Silence is Thundering

Crickets.

That's all I hear.

Well, that's what I would hear if there were crickets in my house.

But there aren't any (thank goodness); instead, only the sounds of Charlie the Bunny, munching on carrots, and the fish tanks, water gurgling and sputtering, fill my ears.

Wait?

What about the sound of little feet skipping along the wood floor . . .

The sound of a squeaky little voice calling over the monitor, "Woo hoo! Mommy? Wer' ARRRRR YOU?" . . .

The sound of a slightly off-key song being sung to the myriad of baby dolls piled up on the couch . . .

Where are THESE sounds?

They're gone.

The Little Lady is on vacation . . . .with her grandparents. For an entire week!

This means that MOMMY is on a vacation!

(that's the Hubby and I doing our "Happy Dance;" I'm the skinny one, of course. Of COURSE!)

As we left my in-laws yesterday, without the Little Lady, neither of us couldn't shake the feeling that we were forgetting something. We checked bags and my purse, verified that each of still had our cell phones . . . made sure that the house keys were in our possession.

We had everything. There wasn't a single thing missing.

Except for our Little Lady.

The 5 hour trip home was (for lack of a better description) just plain WEIRD! We talked without interruption and listed to (REAL) adult music. Not once did I have to turn into a contortionist to retrieve a fallen book, pacifier, sippy cup, baby doll, or crayon.

It was our first childless drive in two years.

(well, semi-childless since the baby insisted on making his presence known the whole trip -- thank you very much, little guy, for the kicks, jabs, head rolls, and braxton hicks contractions. It was soooo much fun.)

The silence is nice.

Sleeping in is a very good thing.

Going to the bathroom alone is wonderful. . . really, really wonderful.

But, I must admit, I found myself feeling lonely today. I even cried when I called to check on her. She excitedly yelled, "Mommy," and then, in her little girl gibberish, told me about her day.

And, I missed her.

I missed her hugs, her mischievous grins, her varied expressions and moods.

I even missed her trying to drink out of MY big girl cups (although, I didn't miss cleaning up the inevitable messes from that activity).

I miss my Little Lady, and it's going to be a very, very, very long week.

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Water -- with Mice on the Side

Oh, my Little Lady.

Those who know her in real life, know that her ennuciation/pronunciation is not ALWAYS correct.

Heck, I've given examples here on the blog . . . remember our struggles with the Letter S? Thankfully, she's no longer saying "kinky cocks" each time she sees a pile of "stinky socks." Yes, that problem has been remedied. Oh -- and she can now say "Upstairs" instead of "Up YOURS!"

Things are getting better.

But, these days, she seems to enjoy ADDING letters to words. . . . like the word "ice."

She loves, loves, loves ice. Every sippy cup of water needs a few, freshly frozen chunks of Mice in it.

Wait? Mice?

Yes, dear reader -- MICE.

THE ONE ANIMAL THAT F-R-E-A-K-S ME OUT.

That's what she calls ice.

"Mommy, Mommy! Um . . . . (oh, and "um" is our new favorite word) need some mice. Please, Mommy, please! Mice, Mommy! MICE!"

PLEASE, child, PLEASE -- drop the M!

We practice at every meal; both her Daddy and I repeatedly say, "No -- ICE. ICE."

And, with dogged determination, she reiterates . . ."Mice. MICE."

Of course, Daddy thinks its funny. Then, again, he's ALSO the lovely man who taught her the game "See-Food" last week . . . and taught her the game "Throw It." (which, apparently, involves CHUNKING anything and everything across the room -- off the couch -- down the stairs -- at my head. Sigh)

Yeah, mealtimes are just lovely. She's talking about mice, showing me mouthful shots of partially chewed food, and yelling "Throw It" as she pitches potatoes and bread across the table.

So . . . um . .. . Anyone want a toddler for a few days?

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Public Service Announcement #5279

If you are going to invest time (and white shoe polish) to create a tribute for a deceased person, PLEASE (please) spell things correctly!!!!

Ok, so maybe the subject of the tribute doesn't care about spelling, but I(and it's all about me, you know) the rest of us do!!! Maybe it's the English teacher in me, but I could do little more than cringe in horror as we came upon this car Saturday afternoon.

Proudly, lovingly written across the rear window were the words "In menory of Michel Jackson."

Yes -- in "menory" of "Michel."

Before you ask, no, the misspelling wasn't a "one time deal." Each time Michael's name was written across a window it was spelled "Michel." I'm really not sure how you make this mistake -- his name has been in the public spotlight for nearly forty years and it, certainly, has been all over the internet and the television this weekend.

Seriously! HOW do you mess up Michael Jackson's name?

"Menory" only appeared once, but I'm convinced it would have been misspelled had it been used again.

(don't EVEN get me started on how one gets MEMORY wrong! M and N aren't so similar that you can exchange them for one another)

Sigh.

The driver? She was a young woman, probably in her early 20s, with quite the impressive collection of small stuffed animals across her front dash.

Oh, well . . . R.I.P. Michel.

It's the sentiment that counts, right?

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