It's Not That I Want My Kid To Grow Up To Be A Drunk...

It's just that he already reminds me of one...and today is not the first day I thought that...there was at least that one other time when I saw him fall on his butt, pull out the dimples and giggle. Come on- Matthew McConnaughy (spelling, I know, but it's late) falling off a bar stool!

Today, we were waiting in line for a super cool (I say sarcastically) character dinner at Sesame Place. Harry was running around with a handful of other ids (uh-Freudian slip? I thought I meant kids, but ids works too), and I said to Kevin "Wouldn't it be great if grown ups made friends that easily?" And then we thought of a bar scene. There was roaring at that point (like a lion), so it was obviously a sports bar. The big kid was making the little ones do relays, obviously drunks in the parking lot seeing who was faster, or drunker! Then there was the coversation: Guess what! Guess what? I'm going to Abra2dabra n Tuesday. I don't go to My Menike's anymore. Super drunk at that point, when no one has a clue what you are talking about. Then, finally, there's the other kid who has to show Harry his new Elmo shirt. I'm picturing old neighbor Dan: See? It's my new shirt. If you look at it from this way, it looks different. It's my new fishing shirt. It's red.

Next Step

Today is Harry's last day at Menike's. Kind of sad! Of course, Aisha, Sage and Hunter drop in all the time, so we will definitely have to visit...and I suppose we will come next April.
Harry's next step is, in his words, "Abra2dabra." We dropped in yesterday and he ran to the door, knocked, walked into a classroom and introduced himself. He was then surrounding by 3 little boys checking out his shoes and his "buttons" (Mater and "Lightning Ma'Queen).
Speaking of Lightning MacQueen, what's up with Owen Wilson?

Question

Do extreme organizational skills make up for complete lack of creative ability? It can be a talent, can't it?

Storms a comin'!

Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump!
Louder then we've heard in a while!
It's been weeks since we've had storms, and I guess Harry forgot about them. Lots of super long bursts of thunder and bright lights at 2 AM, and then when it slowed down, little feet running to the stairs at top speed. I mentioned this morning that it was cute, endearing. Funny look from Kevin: He was scared to death! So Harry chose to sleep upstairs in the sleep number better he had just hours before sworn to never go near (it moves!). But, he slept in past 6!

What Time's My Sister Coming?

If you know Harry, you know how to answer that question - well, as best as possible.
The acceptable answer? "After you start school, and teh pumpkins come, and it snows, but before your birthday."
The response: "Oh. What time's my sister coming?"

For those of you who are unaware of Harry's expected playmate, #2 is due on Leap Day (but via C-section, so a week or two before). As for whether his new friend is a sister, to Harry, a sister can be a girl or a boy. But we'll let you know as soon as we do.

So far Sister is doing well. Lots of super fun pregnancy hormones helping out. But, after ditching my codeine yesterday and a super awesome cranial sacral massage, I seem to be migraine free for the first time since early July. Sure, I threw up in a ziploc bag all the way to the bank and the dry cleaners, but that's a piece of cake. I can do that with my eyes closed. Plenty of practice. Fingers crossed that the migraines stay away though. Dare I say "pray for me." Yeah- they're that bad.

Guess who...

... asked to get up in the middle of dinner because he had to go potty

... went into the bathroom himself

... got his stool in place and climbed up

... got his pants & underwear down on his own

... peed like a racehorse

... got his shorts back on

... flushed and washed up

... and actually came back to the dinner table to finish up?

As if I don't have enough trouble these days...

HILARY '08!!!!!

harry's monkeys

Bright Future

I visited an ultra-anal research site at GW last week that glorified obsessive compulsiveness in its staff. This is not uncommon in the clinical research world. I realized at that point, after recalling Harry lining up his cars and trucks in an exact formation, after remembering the meltdowns we experience when we don't follow "the rules," and when I so much as chat with the little boy, I realize he has a bright future ahead of him.

WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS!!!!!!!!!

NY hospitals have banned bottle feeding.
I am in a rage right now, for so many reasons.
Not every decision is good for every person.

Piles and Piles

I know I cleaned Harry's room before he went to bed, but I just opened his door and he is surrounded by books! There are at least a dozen. I caught him reading one about Oswald earlier, and when I shuffled him back into bed, he grabbed "Hickory, Dickory Dock." There are a bunch of new ones now, including Aesop's Fairy Tales and some others. The book bug seems to have bit him!