cuteness

I'm having a day of discomfort...I suppose at 20 weeks things are really stretching and growing and all sorts of other inappropriate-for-the-blog things that nobody really needs to know about. But I'm uncomfortable, so I'm lying stretched out in the Lazy Boy trying to find some relief.

Andy, meanwhile, is supremely excited about the impending birth and asks me every single day if the baby is coming out today. And I say no. And he said tonight, "I'm getting tired of waiting!"

It's so sweet it makes my hormonal heart melt.

So as I tried to get comfy in the recliner Andy showed up at my side with a train. First he sang the ABC's to my stomach. Then he put the train on my abdomen and rolled it around. The baby kicked a little bit and Andy got very excited and ran off. A minute later he was back with an armful of trains...at least 7 of them. And he piled them on my tummy so his little brother could share them. Eventually I had to tell him to stop the piling because it was hurting, but because I didn't want to hurt his very-generous feelings I told him that the baby had gone to sleep.

And he said, "Mommy, when the baby wakes up will you tell me so I can bring the trains back for him to play with?"

What a kid.

verbage

Tonight in the car I asked Andy to stop whining.

He asked me to "stop directioning" him.

eerily accurate

At the dinner table, out of the blue: "Daddy, you're clueless."

He obviously knows his father well.

close, but no cigar

It's late, and I just had to go up to Andy's bedroom to check on him. He was crying. He's been having a lot of bad dreams about stinging jellyfish lately, and tonight was no different.

I asked him what was wrong and he said, "I was dreaming about stinging jellyfish testicles!"

dear god I hope not

Andy: Where are we going?

Me: We're going to Walmart.

Andy: Why are we going to Walmart?

Me: To get some snacks for your preschool class.

Andy: Are we going to get snacks for the baby?

Me: No, Andy. The baby is still in Mommy's tummy.

Andy: Is the baby going to come out at Walmart?

the service is a little slow

At 10am this morning I was upstairs getting ready for a trip to the store. Andy was running around in his pajamas, playing with Nugget, making a good deal of noise. And that, of course, is generally how I keep track of him: this good deal of noise follows him wherever he goes. It's quite useful.

I was applying eyeshadow when I realized that it was suddenly deathly silent. It's never a good sign when the birds stop singing in the woods and it's never a good sign when Andy isn't loud.

I looked around for him upstairs and saw nothing. I went to the top of the stairs and called down, "Andy!"

Downstairs I heard a little voice say, "Yes Mommy?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen."

"What are you doing in the kitchen?" I asked.

"I'm sitting in my chair waiting for my food to arrive."

Apparently nobody told me the kitchen was open for business.

morning grump

This morning Andy and I were eating our breakfast before school and work. He was in a really rotten mood, having already thrown Nugget out of his bedroom and argued with me about getting dressed and brushing his teeth.

Shawn came down the stairs and said, "Good morning, Andy."

Andy looked down at his Cheerios and grumbled, "Daddy, I don't want to talk you right now."

I said, "Andy! Don't be rude. Daddy was saying good morning to you."

Andy said irritably, "Daddy, can you just let me enjoy my cereal business?"