So I never did find his diaper this morning. Sure, I found him standing at the edge of his crib, naked from the waist down, peeing onto his adorable little IKEA rug as if he were a big man peeing into a toilet… but the diaper? Total mystery. When I asked him where it was, he answered “where do?” with a puzzled look on his face.
It could’ve been worse. It has been worse. And, well, I kind of deserve it for not putting him in his zippy pajamas, which we’ve practically bought stock in at this point to avoid just this sort of thing. I picked him up at 8:30p from Shawn and he was asleep by the time we got to our house and I was more concerned about not waking him then getting him into the designated attire.
So that’s how my morning started. It was pretty comical, actually, if you want to know the truth. He’s taken to saying “nA-NEE” (read: nasty) the last few days. Not a word I use, but Joe and Josh? Well, its one of their staples. It seems like every single day, Co is doing or saying something new. He’s even starting to sing the ABC song…everything after “d” sounds the same, but its still recognizable. Every time I start wanting another baby (why does everyone I know have to be pregnant with or just have had their second?) I think of how great toddlerdom has been and try to remember only the colic and sleepless nights of babydom. It works sometimes…. *grin*
I spent yesterday with the girl I am mentoring… was supposed to see her Saturday and then Sunday, but she kept having to cancel. So I picked her up from school at 2:30 and we went to the mall. She wanted to get pictures in one of those booths that spits out four different poses for $3… you know what I mean, right? So we did that. They were pretty horrible, but she thought it hysterical and carried them around the rest of the night. I pretty much hate the mall…so not a shopper. I feel like the more you avoid places like that, the more content you can be. But today is her birthday and she wanted to go. Turns out she only wanted to go to see if anyone she knew (read: boys) were there. Luckily, the only ones that were there were related to her so we avoided drama until the movies.
She really wanted to see a movie. Her deadbeat dad was supposed to take her this weekend for her birthday and never did. The movies playing at 4:30p? Madagascar 2 (she was not seeing a cartoon for her 15th bday!), Twilight (I was not taking her to see a Vampire movie), and Four Christmases. We settled on the last. I like Reece Witherspoon… the commercials looked cute. So we got drinks and went in and sat down. She promptly belched like a man three times her size and then giggled, stood up, and said “oops!” to the other 10 or so people in audience. In the quiet before the previews started she did it again. Guess those talks we’ve been having about manners? Going nowhere, people…so I just laughed.
Then the movie started. First scene? Totally alludes to the couple having random sex in the bathroom at a club. The next scene? You discover that they live together and were only doing that (apparently) to keep things interesting. Awesome. I bet she leaned over and asked me 20x “but did they know each other? why were they pretending? I don’t get it.”Do you remember this is the girl I am trying to talk to about waiting for sex/babies? Yeah…
So after the movies, we went to dinner. I told her we could go anywhere… she wanted to go to Golden Corral, which in case your town isn’t graced with one of these places let me explain: its basically a giant all you can eat salad bar (with lots more macaroni than salad, if you know what I mean). I just cannot go in those places without feeling physically ill. So much food, so much overeating….so much sweating. I am serious. I talked her into something a little nicer…O’Charleys. We sat down and were brought rolls, which is devoured immediately and then belched again. Insert another failed attempt at a manners talk since she giggled the whole time and pointed out how cute our waiter was. I tried to work that angle… you know, the cute boy might not be into a girl who belches like that. “Well he’ll have to get used to it!” she answered back loudly enough for most of the heads in the restaurant to begin turning our way. She eventually gave up with the menu, telling me she just wanted a hamburger…she refused to speak when the waiter came over. So I ordered for her as she made hand signals with her head down on the table. He started asking me about her as if she were mute. I asked her about this- “He’s too cute to look at.” Got it.
Over dinner we talked about the movie, sex, babies, how things don’t always work out that well or that easily, and how boys who are in court and getting “locked up” at 16 will probably be even more trouble in their 20’s. Oh yeah, and I spent about 30 minutes explaining to her that no matter what a 19 year old guy says, he would only “date” a 15 year old for one reason.
I hope some of it stuck.
I took her home and she messed with the radio non-stop, singing along to an old country song and then switching in the middle to some R&B song to which she could only kinda remember the words. She held on to her photos and I think she had a good night. She could be such a sweet kid-
You just hope something is sticking to all of that boy-craziness floating around in her head.
Anyway, that’s all I got this morning.. toddlers and teens.
I wanted to take a moment to direct you to some other notable material:
–The Sunday Sessions ended up being on Monday and getting buried under the Africa post, in case you missed it.
-The Towne Family has updated their website about Ben. Their post is so gut-wrenching and honest it hurts. Please continue to pray for this family as they watch their beautiful son’s life fade. I cannot imagine it.
-Also please pray for the Blakes as they try to get home after living in Thailand
-Congrats Casey and Los!
–How to spend Thanksgiving if you are living in Cambodia!
-Oh the joys of ear candling!
-Check out April’s cute frame! I would totally buy it!
-She wasn’t writing for awhile and I am so glad Lauren’s back! I have read this whole blog more than once… how’s that for an endorsement?
-Men, take notes.