I wonder if I can blame this morning on the excesses of the last 72 hours.
At Mother Goose we were solemnly informed that we should sign up to bring snacks next week because it’s “graduation.” And that we’ll get certificates. And I just – cracked up. Thank god he’ll have that Mother Goose certificate! Otherwise he might not get into Wiggles and Giggles! The other mothers looked at me funny. I guess I will not be getting the Mother Goose Mother of the Century award.
So, the excesses: it started on Friday with the Mastermind warehouse toy sale. Mastermind sells quality toys at grandparent prices, which means that at 80 per cent off, you can get some good toys reasonably. But I went a little crazy and bought the massive butterfly toy you can see in the picture. It is really cool – it’s all soft and furry and fuzzy material with ties and velcro and mirror bits and see through coloured plastic bits, and you can (if you’re a baby) climb over the massive stuffed carapace of the butterfly and the antennae have bells in them and eventually a much larger child can wear the whole thing and be a butterfly.
But it is such a yuppy toy. I’d been planning to make a bag full of material scraps that would accomplish most of the above. But now I have the crazy yuppy toy instead. Noah loves it though, especially the Velcro. And I can see him riding it like a pony later. Who wouldn’t want to ride a huge butterfly?
Then Saturday was our neighbourhood garage sale so I scored: a potty, a bath ring, a huge pile of books including a bunch of french primers, a few toys, a set of Mega Blocks (which is baby Lego, like Quattro), a play rug (the kind with the roads printed on it) and a tricycle. All before our signing class. And all together it cost less than the butterfly. I figured out which moms are huge shoppers and have kids a bit older than Noah, so next year I know where to go first.
At signing class we had a huge language development moment. We were doing the signs for a song and I signed “more” and Noah saw it and came barreling over and then screamed. Because at our house “more” is mostly used at the high chair and I guess Noah thinks it means “food” and he wanted some! Right then! Fortunately I had Cheerios. But! I couldn’t believe it! He knows a word/sign/symbol!!
I guess I’d better actually start to use the other signs now. :-)
Sunday I had a mini meltdown. I’m not sure what was going on but my mood just crashed to zero (Saturday it was crashing). Carl was amazing and took over parenting and I eventually crawled into bed and read a trashy novel, cried, and slept. There are some possible stress reasons for this, but it felt like my body was leading the way down. I’d better get in for the tests my MD ordered last week.
But – while I was napping Carl cut Noah’s hair, as you can sort of see in the picture. I knew he was going to but I’m just as glad I wasn’t physically present. It was time – it was all getting into Noah’s eyes. But my baby! He looks like an older, boy, toddler to me now. Of course that’s also because he’s almost always upright now: he pulls himself up on the ottoman, the coffee table, the crib sides, knees, chairs, and basically anything that he can. Then he squeals happily.
But he’s still not old enough to be graduating!
