I pulled up the shades this morning, and what did I find? Hello, Mr. Sunshine. Very nice seeing you this morning. You'll go nicely with my cup of Joe and gourmet breakfast. And, yes, the monogrammed mug makes the coffee taste so much better.
Meet Mr. Positive. Atta boy for keeping a good attitude.
Today I've decided I will be a Cubs' fan. For one, Wrigley is only 1.9 miles from my house. I like their colors -- blue looks good on everybody. I love the old-school stadium that has changed very little over the years. I couldn't help but be excited to see people in head to toe Cub gear early yesterday morning as I left for work. The head coach even rode the L yesterday to the opening game. The fans are NOT fair-weather (thank goodness or the stadium might be empty). And the bars in Wrigleyville are very, very cool. Yes, I am officially a Cubs' fan.Since little Bubby was born and raised on the North Side (ha -- for the 7 months he's been on this earth!), he's definitely a fan. And if you look close enough you can check out those cute little chompers on the bottom.
Isn't he handsome? And he has a new trick. He's semi-crawling. Yikes, I know. This is way too early for me to handle. A few days ago I put a couple of his favorite toys just out of reach, and he bent his right leg underneath and stretched out an arm . . . and then effortlessly pulled himself to the toy. Oh my. I didn't expect this to happen so soon. He JUST learned to comfortably sit up by himself about a week ago, and now he's already on the move. And each day he can go farther and farther.
Isn't he handsome? And he has a new trick. He's semi-crawling. Yikes, I know. This is way too early for me to handle. A few days ago I put a couple of his favorite toys just out of reach, and he bent his right leg underneath and stretched out an arm . . . and then effortlessly pulled himself to the toy. Oh my. I didn't expect this to happen so soon. He JUST learned to comfortably sit up by himself about a week ago, and now he's already on the move. And each day he can go farther and farther. Guess I need to get all of Mimi's Polly Pockets and miniature castle with 1,000 teeny tiny pieces out of her floor because he loves playing in her room. And do you see the pink and green rat's nest attached to her waist? Except for bathtime Mimi didn't take this tutu off for over a week. It went to the grocery, the bank, restaurants, and to bed with her.
But that's okay because it's a sign that she's become a little girl. She is obsessed with ballet. She makes us and most of her toys "do ballet" with her. I have to turn on some lullaby-sounding music that is on her noisemaker, and she turns in circles and points her toes and holds her arms above her head. Occasionally out of no where she will elegantly hold her leg out to the side like a dog peeing on a fire hydrant, and I'll ask her what in the world she's doing. She replies with, "Mommy. Do you see my foot? It's doing ballet!" I've never seen a move quite like that, but maybe it's some sort of advanced modern step. So you see this is why she must wear her ratty tutu at all times just in case her foot suddenly needs to perform some ballet. By the way, her foot seems to have a mind of its own. Today as she sat on a stool in the kitchen she kept kicking the wall. When I asked her to please stop, she responded with, "But, Mommy. My foot's drumming. It's music." Of course. Anyway, I tried to reknot the strands of tulle and replace the elastic and do everything I knew to make it hold together better, but it looks like something we found at the city dump.
As does her hair after naptime or when she first wakes up in the morning. Have you ever seen such a mess?
And just a couple of things Miss Fuzzyhead says that I don't want to forget:
And just a couple of things Miss Fuzzyhead says that I don't want to forget: She says "need wanna" when she wants to do something and "can't wanna" when she doesn't. For example, "Daddy, I need wanna watch TB! It's my turn -- it's not your turn! I can't wanna watch baseball!"
She insists that she lives at "hong" not at "home." If we're leaving the park, she likes to yell to me, "Mommy! I can't wanna go hong!" And then she kicks and flails her arms and throws my back out as I attempt to strap her into the stroller. And I smile and laugh because Mack is usually cracking up at her drama. And it looks kinda like this. How can that not make you laugh?
Anyway, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my Saturday -- not sitting in front of a computer or in traffic. Happy Weekend to you!
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