longer post, sam cuteness, adam astonishes, mouse heaven is not in my house
mr mouse is not the adult version of one of the two babies we had before. one, i knew had died while we were on vacation in england. the other apparently died under the couch cushion. the cleaning lady found its dried and dessicated body a while ago.
we don't pay her enough.
:X
(it doesn't help that i imagine it curled up there to sleep, and being woken up/killed by sam's enthusiastic jumping to "wonderpets: save the baby mouse" or "go diego go, lab rat rescue")
yesterday, we went to the central park children's zoo (where sam reclined on a giant spider web and asked me what happens when people die.) and then the big toy store (i briefly lost Sam and did Not lose it. yea, me! i even turned it into a positive learning experience: now we have a rule that when sam wants to go to a new area he comes back to me and tells me and we high five and then he can go) and then the community garden (even though beloved cleaning lady threw away the compost i had been lovingly collecting... but i had promised sam he could bike there, so we squeezed it in, anyway.) where i used my time (and some spare chopsticks) to mark where i'd like next year's beds to be. very fun. and cold. but good! :) ...ankle announced it would be of no further use the rest of the night on the way home, but that was alright, decorative husband was also very useful.
monday sam and i had some really high-quality bonding time. i was exhausted, but didn't want to park him in front of the dvd player... we started playing the "i love you [random noun or phrase]" game. (this started as "i love you!" "i love you too!" "i love you three!" in england)...
sam had picked up the phrase "stuffed like a turkey" from somewhere in the last week, so kept saying "i love you stuffed like a turkey!" and giggling like a mad scientist. or poultry farmer.
erk.
then he added it to other things, "i love you Adam! stuffed like a turkey!"
hilarious. ;>
...when i have an attack of "i'm sure i had a complete sentence here a minute ago, let me just go and check" i tend to say "Words. Gone. Whee"... well, i had one of those moments this weekend, and sam asked me why i said it. so i tried to explain, but i wasn't sure i made sense. well, monday (exhausted, remember) i had another complete sentence meltdown, and sam looks at me, grins and says, "Oh! Words gone! Whee!"... i don't know what i was more impressed by: that he used my made up phrase in an absolutely appropriate way, that he mimicked my inflection Exactly (and noticed the "oh" at the beginning, which i hadn't realized was part of it) or that he had a hand gesture go with it that was so incredibly adorable it defies description. but i felt great pride.
...and then he goes "i love you oh! words gone! whee! stuffed like a turkey!"
my child is so meta. :)
adam is crawling (given a surface with sufficient traction)... on our wood floors and similarly smooth surfaces, he's planting his little chubby arms on the ground and sliding himself forward. no power cord is off limits, no plastic bag content on minding its own suffocating silence on the floor safe from his fingers of steel. ouch.
he's also determined to wean himself, as far as i can tell. (?!) i ground up some pasta and cauliflower which he devoured pretty well for dinner. when the edge was off and the spoon was more interesting than its contents, i let him have it and dished up my own supper. (pasta, veg mix, and fish) he started making horrible noises but when i offered him some more ground up stuff he spat it out. using my motherly psychic abilities (desparation is the mother of mind reading), i handed him a noodle from my plate. he sucked it down and cried for more.
when all the noodles were gone from my plate, he deigned to finish off the ground up stuff.
(this was after he ate his breakfast: half a cup of homestewed pears mixed with some powdered rice, and then half of my scrambled egg with cottage cheese)
and he keeps trying to drink out of my water bottle. sure, he's still nursing. but that's because i keep the water bottle up high and he hasn't figured out yet how to climb the bookshelves.
i have a sneaky feeling my kid will be walking by christmas, and eating the turkey off my plate while i'm distracted. (if he has any teeth, anyway.)
distracted by what, you ask?
Adam! Stuffed like a turkey!
HA HA HA HA HA!