Mommy's Giggles

I have a real problem.  I laugh way too easily.  It's not normally a problem, but when I'm trying to tell Simon "No" to him dropping food on the floor I need to do it with some amount of gravity (pun intended).  It happened again this morning.  He dropped one piece of pita on the floor.  Then another.  Then a raisin.  I tell him, "You don't have to eat all of this but we do NOT throw food on the floor."  He drops another raisin.  "No, Simon."  I block his arm so he can't get it past his tray.  "We don't drop food."  I think, "That boy don't listen for nothing."  I crack a smile at his defiance and spirit.  And then I start to giggle which turns this into a real fun game and I watch my dear boy give me a look that says, "Look what I'm gonna do!" and he again drops bit after bit of food on the floor while I cover my face trying to keep him from seeing me laugh.  This kind of thing also seems to happen at church too.  I try not to get the giggles as he yells "BA BA BA!" at the top of his lungs but I'm a total failure.  God, please don't let me end up with a brat.  If I do it's all my fault.  I'm so sorry, boy.

Oddball

Simon is really odd.  I'd go so far as to say damned odd.  He sits in his highchair and rants and raves like a mad man.  Much of the time it's when he's really tired.  He gets so excited and has so much gusto for life.  I hope he never loses that.  He's either very very happy or mad as hell.  You always know exactly how he feels.  

Typical Simon face during dinner, complete with chocolate cookie.

Saturday Adventures

Simon and I had another busy Saturday.  We wandered around Babies R Us and got the car washed in the morning to give Daddy some Daddy Time.  Then after some lunch we went out to do some more shopping.  But first we had to stop by Mommy's work to get a phone charger.  Someone suggested going to the playground at Memorial Park so that's just what we did.  Took some driving around to find it but once we did we hit the jackpot...

 

Baby Swings!!!

Oh, the fun we had.  He seemed to really enjoy it, even crinkling up his nose when he smiled which is his new thing.

Then we tackled the real reason for our outing (besides getting him to sleep in the car).  We bought party supplies for a certain party we may be having two weeks from today.  I hate to spoil the theme, but let's just say you may "go bananas" over it.  I am so looking forward to his birthday.  His presents have all arrived and it's very hard to not give them to him now.  But first is Easter.  Tonight we put out the Easter basket and I tried to explain the Easter Bunny to him.  I'm sure he doesn't understand, especially since I don't understand and I'm 38 times older than him.  I mean really, a bunny brings eggs?  I don't get that.  But whatevs.  I don't gotta understand.  I just gotta eats the chocolate.

 

Childbirth Documentaries

I've watched a few since I had Simon.  Bad idea.  They bring up all the horrible things I did to him in the days before he was born.  Sadly, I was too weak to deal with the pain so there were drugs.  But then the pain was made worse by the fact that I had to be induced.  Or did I?  And as I read and see tales of the euphoria of mothers natural-birthing their children I feel absolutely cheated.  For medical reasons Simon had to be torn from me the instant he was born and whisked away to have his lungs and stomach suctioned out.  The first time I really saw him he was all clean and neat and wrapped up tidy.  As I looked at him I thought to myself, "I guess this is my son."  It was all to clinical and sterile and I didn't feel the bonding I thought I would. 

The bonding came afterward in late nights filled with tears and frustration as I tried to nurse.  I can't imagine loving him more.  But when I think of his birth it isn't what I had hoped.  I really need to stop watching that stuff.

Daddy loves his boy.

One of the sweetest things is when I come out of Simon's room after putting him to bed and I see Daddy looking at pictures of his boy.  He does that quite frequently, along with watching videos.  He loves his boy and misses him even if he's just seen him.

The Tree Museum

Simon and I took our first trip to the tree museum today.  They were celebrating Earth Day (early I guess) and even though I knew their activities would be too old for him I felt the need to go.  We hiked the outer loop trail which is no joke, especially with a 20 pound kid strapped to you in a Moby in the Houston humidity when you're roughly as in shape as Rush Limbaugh.  We stopped and read the signs explaining this and that.  We saw some chick actually hug a tree. 

They also apparently had bussed in the backwood Conroe folk.  It was hard to find a quiet place to sit by the pond without having to hear one of their chillins talk about how "Mama said she was gonna catch a turtle!  Let's fetch her and tell her we found some!"  But we did find a big empty deck where I let Simon free to explore.  He picked at the nature stuck between the boards and thought it was great fun to crawl down the slight incline.  He got good and dirty, just like a proper boy should.  We stopped by the watermelon stand they had set up and had us a slice. 

On the way home I had to get something to drink so I stopped by Chik-fil-a for a lemonade (yum!) and got a sandwich that dribbled tomato juice all down the front of my shirt.  We then went to HEB for a few groceries and I decided we looked like backwood Conroe folk.  Luckily we only ran into one person I knew. 

It was a good day and Simon was a good sport about the whole thing.