Hey Babies!

25 minute chug this a.m. I survived it handily, I'm proud to say. I was worried, but it was a piece of cake.

Bought a new iPod nano. Grey. White was not available, and black was only available in the 8G, which I don't need. So I compromised with both. It's SO CUTE!! So light and elegant and adorable. I love it. Thanks, sweetie, for setting it up for me. :* Can't wait to use it tomorrow! I don't have to run, but I'm going to anyway. See what a positive impact a new toy has on me?

I'm working from home today. We all went to lunch before buying the nano, and R and AB were in a booth. AB was messing around and laid down on the booth. R tapped her on the back. She stood up and said, "Who was that?" I said, "Who do you think it was?" She didn't answer. She repeated the entire sequence, and when she asked "Who was that," without skipping a beat R made a gesture at the dood in the booth behind us. I nearly spat out my food. AB got it and looked at him. It was a burly construction worker-type who never noticed our game-playing. R said, "I was just playing a joke, I wanted to see if you would understand my sign." She then asked two questions:

"Why did you play a joke?"
"Is that [sign] English?"

Does anyone else find those questions amazing? Maybe it's just b/c she's fruit of my loins and I find much of what she does amazing. When she's not pissing me off because she's an Author clone with very strong opinions.

Death is a subject we are broaching with AB. She asked us a lot of questions a while ago as we read a book called "The Princess Knight" and the mother dies in the beginning. She asked things like, "can we fix her?" and "can she get up?" It reminded me of that stupid robot movie with Ally Sheedy where the robot kills a bug and tries to "fix" it. What a weird thing to remember. What a crappy movie to remember for 20 years.

Today R&A came back in from a long walk and my 2.8 year-old told me a story like a 5-year-old. She talked about all kinds of things, including the dead baby bird they passed. No emotion, she understood that it was dead, that it had died. She then told me, "some animal ate out its eye." WTF?! I gave R a mean look. "Did you tell her that?" "Yes, she asked, she noticed the eye." I might have used gentler language, but I guess that's just delaying the inevitable. She was unaffected by this gross fact of life. I'm preparing for repercussions (bad dreams, obsession with the topic).

Playdate at the park tonight with the neighbors. AB will have fun. I will chase her around like a drunk monkey to make sure she doesn't bash her head open like a watermelon on the difficult bits. Who signed me up for this?

Just so you know, I hate Mother's day. It's not like I, as a mother, get to enjoy it or anything. No. I, as a daughter and daughter-in-law, get to pamper and feed my mothers. What a tripey, crappy, annoying "holiday." I forever absolve AB from her obligation to pamper and feed me.

So go check this out and report back.