Etta has been Feeling a little on edge. There are teeth things happening and brink-of-talking things happening and she has just had it. She's done! No more Mr. Nice Guy. This baby will cut a bitch.
Otto has been Missing being a baby. I can tell because with his new bedtime routine he eventually ends up in the kids' shared room, in his big boy bed, with his big boy Darth Vader quilt and Star Wars pillowcase. But first we do bedtime routine -- all the goodnight things we usually do like chit chatting about our days and reading Where the Sidewalk Ends and stuff -- in my room. Lately he has been asking for an extra step in the routine, a lullaby. So we sing you are my sunshine and I honestly just want to hold him forever. I say, "you will always be my baby boy and my sunshine." He says, "Well I am not a baby anymore," but he says it smiling and cuddling so I will take it.
I have been Running at the gym near my work, about once a week. I can go a mile and a half in 20 minutes. It's not much, but it's jogging the whole time and gets me there and back in a reasonable amount of time for a work lunch. I've also been doing a 12 minute abs intensive that I found on the cable on-demand. I'm starting to feel a bit less like a sack of potatoes. Or more like a firm sack of mashed potatos with droopy boobs. The goal is to feel like a raw potato.
Otto has been Visiting the moon with Little Bear. I love reading him books, poems, and stories that I also loved when I was little. Little Bear books are so charming, the wording is perfect. When Little Bear opens his eyes after rolling down the hill and thinks that the moon is just like earth, Otto laughs and loves it. He is starting to understand nuance.
Cooking Spagett! What I mean to say is, on the flip side of all the charm of Little Bear and wanting lullabies and anything with sweetness or delightfulness, Rob showed Otto this clip from Tim and Eric of Spagett! I love Tim and Eric as much as the next guy (which is how much?) but this one is so dumb... Obviously... And now Otto is saying, "Spagett!" at the randomest times and then, "Got ya. Spooked ya." Oh I could do without this. Last night at bedtime Otto tooted and then said, "Spagett!" It doesn't help that Rob dies laughing every time it happens. It IS funny but jeez Louise.
That was this week. Here are next week's themes:
loving, cleaning, working, creating, watching