*Edited to add: I recently uploaded a ton of pictures to Flickr in two sets: March 2008 and Easter. I haven't had a chance to annotate, title, or label anything yet, so MST3K to your heart's content.
I realize that I've been behind in my blogging lately, although not for lack of interest in writing. I've been out of town most of the last month with limited internet access, and when I have been in town, work has been crazy-busy.
I had intended to write an 18-month entry, since e-baby turned 18 months old last week, but just never got around to it. I'll still write one up soon, but in the meantime here's a little story.
Last night we had barbecue and hushpuppies for dinner. It didn't really agree with any of us, especially e-baby. So come 1:20am, e-baby starts screaming and nightmare-crying. SNG went to help her, and she made some underleg-music and felt a little better. Then she cried for mommy, so I went upstairs and it was a couple more hours before we got her back to sleep. As she played in the den upstairs, SNG sat on the couch supervising and I lay dozing on the futon. She put her stuffed dog inside a big basket that she called her "boat" and she alternated pulling the boat around and sitting in it with her arm around the dog like it was her date for the drive-in-movie-regatta. I was only half-awake for this, just enough to know that she was still in the room. At one point she toddled to the coffee table and found a big water glass. She drank a little, offered some to her dog, and I could hear her say "Mommy want wa-wee?" a millisecond before I was doused with about a pint of cold water. She said "Uh-oh!" and wandered off for more nautical fun with her dog-boyfriend.
I wasn't laughing much at the time, but it is sure funny now that I have dry clothes on. When I relayed the story to a friend at work, she said "She just gave you all she had to give!"
Thanks, kiddo.
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Was it the same barbeque place that we went to?
ReplyDeleteI can see how that story wouldn't be funny at the time, but it's pretty hilarious to read about after the fact. :)
"Underleg music," ha! Don't mess with her toot-toot.
I love the visuals! Underleg music is common here as well. We get some serious reverb with the wood floors! Miss C also grunts when she toots or poots so she can convince us its one when its the other (this happens a lot!)!
ReplyDeleteYup, same place. E likes the smoked turkey and sweet potato fries.
ReplyDeleteIt was like the drum section in St Aug's marching band in the den that night.
What's really funny is when she tells us and signs to us that she's got to poop ("baby go POOP!"). She's not ready to sit on the pot yet, but it's a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, she also tells us when anyone else does, too. Trips to public restrooms are kind of an anthropological experience now.