We visited my sister down in Auburn yesterday. Lydia’s cousin, Elizabeth, has these excellent crayons that are mostly encased in plastic. Lydia was unamused with the unbreakable nature of the crayons and spent five minutes unsuccessfully trying to take them apart.
Last night the three of us were sitting at the dinner table together. This is actually a rare event since Lydia insists on eating right when we walk in the door after work and school, but this time she was content to sit with Steven and me while we ate our food.
Lydia amused herself by swirling around a water droplet on the table with the spout of her sippy cup while Steven and I talked about the day.
“Lydia’s the oldest one in her room now,” I told Steven, “They tell me that she is running the class and is telling all the other kids what to do.” He laughed.
I looked over at Lydia. “Lydia, are you the boss in your class?”
She didn’t look up from her water droplet, but replied, “Uh huh.”
“Are you going to be the boss of Samuel when he gets here?”
“Uh huh,” she said, still smearing the water.
“Are you the boss of Mommy and Daddy?”
“Uh huh,” she chirped, still messing with her water.
“Do we let you do too much?”
She finally looked up for a moment and replied, “Nnnnnooooooooooo.”
Later she ate a bunch of steamed broccoli without any seasoning whatsoever on it. This one never ceases to amaze.
Lydia has taken up a new addiction recently — the kids’ show Yo Gabba Gabba. Oh, how enthralled she is!
Thankfully, it’s a pretty snazzy show and both Steven and I are able to sit through it. In fact, it can be rather entertaining. Thank God our child was not born during the Age of Barney the Dinosaur.
Saturday morning found the three of us parked on the sofa watching Lydia’s newest video and learning about Greetings, with the Daddy’s Girl parked in Steven’s lap.
As the characters began a song about “goodbye,” my mind began to travel as it does and I found myself upon a horribly sweet and simultaneously morbid thought. This song, with its words of, “Goodbye, see ya later, we had fun,” would be a good pick for a kids’ funeral.
Why why why do I think of stuff like this? I think a lot of women, especially moms, inadvertently come up with these torturous mind trails. When your kid takes a tumble down the stairs; before you’ve reached the bottom after them your mind has already gone through an entire worst-case scenario that ends up with you having to call everyone in your contact list . . . . only to reach the bottom of that long staircase and your child pops right up, saying,”Uh oh.” And my sister says I don’t plan ahead. Hrmmph.
So there I am watching Yo Gabba Gabba with my husband and daughter, trying with my utmost effort not to burst into tears as they sing goodbye.
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
Get your hands up!
You know you’re getting old when people ask you, “So, any big plans for this weekend?” and you smile back excitedly and exclaim, “I’m getting a haircut!” like it’s going to be a block party involving an inflatable ball pit and drunk people.
My hair appointment today is seriously the #1 thing on the agenda this weekend.
Thankfully, the next two weekends will be more action-packed . . . after all, Lydia’s FIRST EVER BIRTHDAY is looming; just a mere ten days away. Somebody whack me with a crowbar.
I’ll leave you with a short video of her new Favorite Thing To Do ™ — walking with assistance.
And I thought we got lucky last year! Three inches and counting.
Lydia, Hermione, and I were playing on the floor this morning when Hermione spied an open lap to cuddle up in: Lydia’s. She went for it, which got Lydia so excited she began scissor-kicking.
Hermione, now feeling rejected, came back into my arms to cuddle with me. I’m just thrilled that Hermione recognizes Lydia as having a lap and is therefore a bonifide person. Cats are pretty neat.
Me: “Okay, time for some Butt Paste.” (grabs big ass jar of paste)
Lydia: (chews on distracting toy)
Me: “We sure do still have a lot of this stuff. I think it’ll last us throughout you and any future children there may be. You know, your Aunt Cathy has two of these things. That’s a lot of Butt Paste.”
Lydia: MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmAhhhhhhMMmm!
Me: “She better get with the babymaking if she wants to use up her paste. Later on people will ask her, ‘So why do you have five children?’ and she will say, ‘I HAD to — I had TWO jars of Butt Paste!’ “