Dreams

Almost every morning, I ask Trevor what he dreamed about. The answer is always "Sun" and "Horses."

22 month update

The distance readers of this blog may wonder what our little hero is up to these days. Well, a lot of the obvious stuff that can be expected from an almost-two-year-old. He loves to run and jump and climb, he is learning to share and take turns, and he is starting to string together three words. I have to watch what I say around him, for sure. Case in point: Our usual postal carrier is a woman, but today we watched as a scruff-bearded long-hair drove up instead. I commented that a hippie was delivering the mail today. He repeated "hippie." Later in the evening, we were reading our Richard Scarry book and came to the part about a letter being sent, and Trevor pointed to the mailman (who is actually a raccoon) and called him a hippie!
Trevor is also becoming quite bossy, in sort of a friendly way. He sometimes reminds me of the popular kid at school who is super nice to you as long as you play by his rules. His friend George was over last week, and the boys were playing in the backyard, digging in the garden beds. George decided to move on to something else. Trevor, pointing his trowel at George, demanded "More!" I asked (as I often must), "More what?" His response was "digging."
Parents are not exempt from bossing. Trevor had a fever last night, and I was babying him when he woke up in the middle of the night. He had two binkies, but he asked for more. I think he wanted a certain one, which I had left in my coat pocket in the car. I told him it was in the car, and he said (I'm not sure, because it sounded like some entirely different words, but the inflection was right) "Get it!"
Of course, my response was, I'll get it in the morning, I'm not wearing any shoes right now, etc., you already have two others. Then I thought it would be cool to record some of these conversations between parents and toddlers, where the parents are wildly guessing what the kids are saying. I say "I have no idea what you're talking about" or just "Oh, really" (which means "I have no idea what you're talking about") sometimes, but it seems discouraging to say it too often.
The End.

Economic Stimulus & Three Old Saws

I obviously don't understand macroeconomics (only nanoeconomics) because I'm confused about how borrowing 500 billion dollars from China can be a good thing for our country. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to say, Oh, it's from China, never mind, I don't want it. I don't think people who refuse to buy something because it's made in China will turn the money down, either. Still, it's a little creepy. I know there's an expression, don't look a gift horse in the mouth--but be ready for that horse to turn around and kick you (April 2009). What about the one concerning the free lunch, as in there is no such thing? I'm just saying that my instinct tells me that the feds are gonna get it back. After all, only two things are certain...

Finally, I am posting some new pictures, and maybe not the best ones, but staring at the little thumbnails gives me a headache. So this is what you get.
I am so excited for summer! Even though yes it is a long way off, really. But today was perfect, even almost a little on the hot side. We were outside for hours! Trevor was just about begging for a nap after playing out in the backyard for over two hours. His buddy Thomas came over and helped him unload most of the soil from the meticulously-prepared-and-awaiting-their-spring-sowings garden beds. Then, after a solid two-hour nap, off for a stroll around the neighborhood, a visit with Leroy, and then more backyard time. I can't wait for summer!

A Poorly Timed Meal

Oops. We decided to move the compost pile today and discovered a stinking slimy mess of maggots, or at least some kind of grubs. Unfortunately, I decided to make pasta for dinner and all we had in the cabinet were gnocchetti. It really was quite unappetizing.

Some Stuff

You know there's a toddler (or at least a messy eater) in the house when...
Last night, hubby and I were cozying up when I felt a small, soft, plump object between us. Sure enough, our intimate moment somehow included...a raisin!

Todd is now watching "House." I have seen a few episodes of the show, and it is entertaining, but really, isn't it the same plot every time? I refuse to waste time watching it, for the same reason I don't generally like watching the same movie twice. Unless it is Napoleon Dynamite, which I could watch every week for a year, or that one movie with Bruce Willis where he's actually dead, and there are a bunch of clues, but I didn't get until just about the very last scene. So I had to watch that over right away just to figure out...where did I go wrong? I'm curious, when did you all (uh, I mean you three) catch on?

The Miracle of the Cleanup Song

We sing in our baby class the "cleanup song." It goes kind of like: "Cleanup, cleanup." I adore the cleanup song. One day last week, Trevor had scattered some magazines from the basket where they pile up. Several hours later they were still littering the living room floor when suddenly Trevor started singing the cleanup song and actually picked up and put away every single magazine! I love the cleanup song.