Archive for October, 2010
So there’s a lot about this New Mommy thing that I don’t know. One of those being that Nathan should know how to use a crayon by now. It never even crossed my mind to let him try until he was at his last well-check at the doctor. I feel so horrible when I find out I should have taught him something but didn’t. So we are working on learning how to color. Progress is slow. Nathan mostly wants to just jam the crayon onto the paper but hey. Slow progress is better than no progress!
(Those scribbles? That was me trying to show Nathan how to color.)
Last night, my husband was energetically moving his legs around in the bed, which reminded me of a song I once knew energetic legs. After mulling it over for a while, it hit me. Remember that jingle “She’s got legs…sheer energy legs” by L’eggs brand pantyhose back in the ’80’s? Yeah I hated that song. It would always get stuck in my head, and I’d be singing it all damn day long.
And then I started laughing because I remembered when I was little, the name L’eggs used to really irritate me. What’s up with the apostrophe after the L? I mean, I get their intention, trying to make it sound French and all that. But it’s just such a silly-sounding word that used to bug the crap out of me. So then I told my husband about my random train of thought and he was all like, oh yeah, that was the pantyhose that came in those eggs! And I was all like, I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!
A couple days ago, I was eating some chocolate-covered chex mix. Nathan toddled over to me so that he could have some, too. I gave him a little bite, and then I held out my hand with some chex mix in my palm so he could feed himself more. And then he did the cutest thing… instead of feeding himself, Nathan fed me! He gingerly picked one piece at a time out of my palm and brought it to his mouth like he was going to eat it. But instead of eating it, he grinned and then put the food into my mouth. That was officially the first time my little boy fed me!
Yesterday evening, I dyed my hair. And when I dye my hair, I always put a plastic bag over my head to keep the hair dye from getting all over the place. And when I emerged from the bathroom, the Wal-Mart bag on my head crinkled loudly as it settled on my dome. And can you guess what happened when I walked past Nathan? He didn’t recognize me! He warily eyed me with his fingers in his mouth, probably wondering who could possibly be crazy enough to walk around with a crinkling bag on her head. I had to talk to him for a few seconds before he was okay with the new accessory… and even after that, he would still only come near enough to stare at me curiously without me actually being able to reach him. I would flash him a big smile and extend my arms for a hug, and he would grin and dart away.
Last time I dyed my hair, the bag scared him. When it came time to feed him his dinner, it took some serious convincing to get him to eat. He kept crying and screaming every time the bag crinkled!