Late yesterday morning, the three of us were slumming around in pajamas, as per our long awaited "slumming it Sunday" plans. I was working on e-filing our taxes, the boys were making a whole bunch of noise for the sake of noisemaking because they're boys. J decided to shower. A threw a fit because ... well, because that's what toddlers with lingering colds DO. I suggested that J take A with him into the shower. J looked at me like I'd suggested he run down the street with my underpants on his head. When I explained that the steamy shower might be helpful for A's stuffy nose, and reminded him how much the little guy likes water, he headed off to the bathroom with A on his heels. For 15 minutes or so, I had peace and quiet to
keep working on taxes read blogs and stalk people on Facebook because taxes are boring.
Then, the shower shut off. Screaming started. And continued. Aaaaaaand continued. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes with a pillow muffling the noise, and finally decided it was worth my while to investigate, even if getting off the couch was a 10 minute exercise in awkwardness. I waddled in and was relieved to see that nobody was injured, A was just very upset about the end of shower time. He laid there on the bathroom rug, red faced and kicking at the air. He continued to scream and cry until we finally decided the child needed a nap, usual nap time be damned.
So he slept, and we expected him to wake up with a fresh perspective (meaning, we expected he'd forget about the shower). No. He woke up STILL obsessed with this shower thing. He'd walk to our bathroom door, bang on it, and wait there expectantly, turn and come back to us with his arm pointed toward the bathroom and a very serious look on his face, grunting all sorts of serious grunts. This went on all.day.long. Finally, we just let him into our bathroom, and he contentedly played on the shower floor for over a half an hour. Forget the three billion dollars in toys he has spread from one end of this house to the other that keep him entertained for thirty seconds if we're lucky, he just wanted a shower squeegee, a rubber ducky, and a couple of plastic cups.
You're an odd duck, Mister. But you sure are a cute odd duck.
So as I sat here downloading photos, I watched the time tick from 11:59pm to 12:00am. A quick glance at my iCal made my heart skip a little ... it's FEBRUARY! RIGHT NOW! February is Bumblebee month! How did THAT happen? Slow as these past few weeks have seemed to go by, it doesn't seem like all that long ago we were taking pictures of Anderbug in his 'big brother' tee shirt and terrorizing him with balloons. And now, we're very, very close to Bumblebee Day. And as much as I know I'll miss the little thumps I'm feeling right now as she wiggles and stretches in my belly, I'm oh-so-ready to have her here in the outside world.
ps: wondering why I'm awake (and blogging) after midnight? I'm sure you can guess. That buffalo chicken pizza that tasted so, so good around 6pm made the heartburn fairy VERY ANGRY five hours later at bedtime. I slept less than an hour and woke up too uncomfortable to even consider more sleep for now. TV watching makes noise, Kindle reading requires light, so it's just me and my trusty MacBook (and the snoring Georgie-cat) wasting the night away.
11 days, 11 days, 11 days .......