Here's how I'm looking these days:
Except my legs aren't really six feet long.
And Mister A? He's a champ. His fetching skills are coming along nicely. He brings me his shoes, he picks up dropped car keys, he brought me the remote yesterday so I could tune in to Oprah to watch the Palin girls. Sure, sometimes he botches an order and returns from the laundry room with a ball of dryer lint (in his mouth) instead of his shoes, but I'd say he's at about an 85% accuracy rate. Not bad. Toddlers are handy! I'm holding up my end of the deal by continuing our wagon walks and park trips, we're just moving a whole lot slower than usual since walking any faster than at a snail's pace sort of makes me feel like Bumblebee's about to fall out onto the sidewalk.
I bought him a $1 ball at the store the other day. He was fidgety in the cart and I really needed some good healthy food. (Or chili-cheese Fritos. Whatever. Don't judge.) Anyway, $1 ball = 15 minutes of peaceful aisle strolling. And he does love that ball.
And as usual, he really loves his "tikky". Kitty, tikky, same thing.
And I sure love him, as we spend these last 20 days together as "mother of one" and "only child". As miserable as I may be, I know well enough to cherish these moments before it all changes.