conversations with a 2 year old

almost 3, I suppose.

In the car, driving home from Becky's house (his sitter).

Mum, wook!
what honey?
moon!
yes, that is the moon. The moon is really big today, isn't it?
a cookie!
it does look like a cookie. I wonder what it would taste like?
(making struggling noises from the backseat) Can't WEACH it! Can't WEACH, mum!
It is pretty far away, you're right. Hard to reach.
Idea!
what's your idea love.
Need a wadder (ladder)!
Oh, good idea babe, but mummy doesn't have a ladder in her car. It would take an awfully big ladder to get all the way to the moon, I'm not sure we have one big enough.
Idea!
another idea? what is it.
Need a pwane!
Oh, a plane, excellent! I bet if we had a special plane we could reach the moon cookie.
mmmm, cookie. I have one?

See how he works that? all about the cookies.

He comes around the corner of the island in the kitchen the other day.

hey mum.
hey buddy.
how you mekkin out?
How am I making out? Pretty good bud, how you making out?
good.
glad to hear it.

We go from this to the incoherent mumblings though, that I am proud to say I understand most of the time. This is my best phonetic spelling of a couple of nights ago, 90% asleep boy with a soother in his mouth.

mmmm. be-keh mah heh.

yeah, what? Fortunately, in context, and having heard this request clearly many times, I know he wants the blanket on his head. I can't sleep like that, but he loves it. If he doesn't have the blanket, he has Monkey on his face. Whatever works!

just when I get to thinking, sure, we'll be fine...

then I'm struck by some small detail like...I'm going to be responsible for TWO LIVES now. And my own, but that's sort of understood. It freaks me out. Also, our room is a good size, but we have giant furniture, and since the baby will have to share our room, that sort of makes it tricky to find a place for the playpen. We'll squeeze it in, but likely will have to rearrange some things...somehow. I'm just not cool with the 2 sharing a room. If we had to, we'd make do, but I feel like it's going to be a huge enough imposition, I don't want that to be one more thing. Hey honey, we brought home ANOTHER kid! Nice huh? Yes, and not only do you have to share the precious time previously owned by you, but you have to share your room too! Sorry you won't be sleeping well the next few months, but hey, neither will Mummy, so, at least I can relate.

Also, I have a picture. I thought it was about time I started documenting. This picture is from last weekend, so just over 25 weeks.



Lovely, I know. I tried to not do a headless picture, with the timer and some books serving as a tripod, but it was just a terrible picture. I looked like a 38 year old cousin of myself, so I opted for the original, tummy only shot. I have to see if I can find one from last time, hang on. Ooh, here's a nice, shirtless one? WTF was I thinking there?



Damn unflattering, not sure how different the 2 are.

Anyway. I have 2 friends with 2 babies now, and they're still alive, so I guess that gives me some hope. Kieran is generally a sweet, easy going guy, but then we have days like today where he's just tired and inconsolable for most of the day, and thus prone to irrational weeping and tantrums. We're very similar these days, what can I say.

who is this woman, and why does she get to have a baby with Matthew McConaughey?

so. unfair. it's not that I'm jealous, but seriously, who is this woman? I bet their kids are going to be UGLY. Fugly, even.

but the poor little fetus didn't get one present

I won't tell her, it would only make her sad. The wee lad, as usual, made out like a bandit. Basically I made a list of everything he might like, and my in-laws bought everything on it. Including some things that I had put on there as like, "books for Little Touch - he has these ones" and they bought those ones. His favourite gifts are blocks and a blocks farm animal puzzle, his cowboy hat (a real one, of course) and the ride-on digger.
Grant and I made out pretty well too, I got a Flip Ultra camera, some high brown boots, 2 cook books, all the stuff on my 'kitchen needs' list, and 2 new travel mugs. I'm keeping both, because I can have one at work and one for the purse for Starbucks etc. The most surprising (and very fun) gift was from Erin, she got me the box set of "My So-Called Life". Did you watch it? I did, and I loved it. Did you know there were only 19 eposides? Ever? I did not know that. Anyway, Grant and I watched a couple shows last night, and I was worried that it wouldn't be as good since I'm not 15, but it still is. It's good now too because there is actually a plot that follows the grown-ups, which I can't say I ever noticed the first time around. Also, hello Jordan Catalano. He's still a big attraction, I'll be honest. Although his "acting" in the early shows is a bit...melodramatic. I didn't care then, and I'm not going to let that get in the way now either.
Kieran needs a new shirt, he's got peanut butter on his. Tragic, I know! Later skaters.