Oh, the Cuteness, It Will Not Stop

First, Conor is walking.  He is walking exactly as we predicted.  Full, sure steps across the length of the house.  He just decided on Sunday to start walking and walk he did.  No Frankenbaby lurches for stability and balance.  No, he’s just walking as pretty as you please as if he always has and as if he was never concerned about falling. 

He has also begun to realize that Things Have Names and he Wants to Know Them.  In the last two weeks, he has learned foot, ear, belly button, bed, hammer, chair, sock, and truck, truck, truck, truck, truck.  The child loves his trucks.  My Mom and Dad recently gave us a counting book in which Number 8 consists of eight trucks.  This is his new favorite book, or actually, his new favorite page of a book, and any effort to read any other book results in frustrated crying as he picks up the truck book and points to it.  Thus, our stories now go like this:

“Oh, Snuggle Puppy of mine.  Truck!  Everything about you is Truck! Truck!  especially fine.  I love what you are. Truck! Truck! Truck! I love what you do.  Truck! I love you.” 

Admittedly, it takes away from any dramatic interpretation one might aspire to in reading a children’s book. 

All in all though, we are excited that he now knows more words than Patches.  Clearly, our son is a genius. 

Finally, Meme me

I was tagged by Running, Cooking, Writing for an idiosyncratic meme.  That is, what are my quirks which might either endear me to you or freak you the hell out.

1.  I am obsessed with zits.  I constantly scan my skin and that of people living in the same household who are over 3 feet tall and who may run frantically away from me when I approach.  I can’t stand them, but I’m constantly on the search for them.  It’s weird as shit and something I ought to have checked out by a medical professional who can provide medication to control it (both the zits and the obsession), but nonetheless I haven’t. 

2.  I read Star Magazine weekly.  I love it.  I love it and the New York Times, figuring like French fries and a dressing free salad they cancel each other out in terms of goodness and badness.

3.  I have a favorite sleep position which I have to be in to fall asleep every night.  I’m on my belly with my right leg straight and by left leg bent and my left foot hooked on my right knee.  My face rests on my right arm which is on top of the pillow and my left arm is bent under the pillow.  It so sucked when I was pregnant and could not get into this position.  I love it.  I can go to sleep in minutes in this position. 

4.  I sing to myself.  All the time.  There is always a song going on in my head.  Usually, this song is a clue to how I am feeling at the moment, so I’ll often listen to the song and see what it means.  Unfortunately, now that we listen to a lot of children’s CDs, I sing a lot of children’s song.  I woke up this week to “You can’t rollerskate in a buffalo herd” going on and on and on in my head.  I finally realized that the “key” to this song was “But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to it.  Buckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it.”  It fit.

5.  I crack myself up.  I will often tell myself stories about things I know about.  And these stories make me laugh.  And sometimes, I’ll repeat the stories again and again and again, and I’ll still make myself laugh.  Folks, I am just that amusing as a story teller.  (LOL!)  And sadly, I just honestly laughed out loud.  Someone (a date who bored me) once described me as self-amusing because we were riding in the car and I was reading the road signs and laughing.  Fine.  It’s true.  I may be bored, but I’m rarely boring.  Besides, how can you not be in a better mood when you say “Cahuenga!”  How do you say that??  It is pronounced:  ca-WANG-ah.  Say it out loud.  Ca-WANG-Ahhh.  Say it with gusto…Ca-WANG-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!  It makes you feel better. 

Off to run.  Meme yourself and let me know so that I can check in on your idiosyncrasies. 

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