I fetched Trombone from his nap today; lifted him out of the crib onto the floor and then fell into the rocking chair, panting. He proceeded to bring me his stuffed animals, one at a time.
“OK, I’ll hug the bear…”
“Hug DOG” (the dog having just, post-nap, started being referred to as “dog” instead of “wa-wa;” holy crap that’s some restorative nap!)
“OK, I’m hugging the dog…”
“OK my arms are full now…there’s no room for anyone else!”
“Well, yes, the baby is already taking up a lot of room.”
“Baby come. Have CAKE!”
This morning, I learned, SA was discussing with Trombone how the baby would come and we would sing happy birthday (and maybe a little bit of hallelujah? or is that just me?) and then we would have cake. Which, as has been demonstrated over the past three months, is the whole point of a birthday.
I so agree.
In other “funny stuff my kid said” news, this morning I tied a scarf around my head to keep my in-between-length bangs out of my eyes. Trombone looked at me and said, “Mummy! Poop!”
I was not pooping at the time; I feel the need to clarify this.
A few minutes later I was taking a picture of my belly to compare to last time’s belly (summary: this belly = pointy, last time’s belly = round) and I took one of my face as well, intending to delete it or file it someplace far, far away.
And then, surfing ye olds later today I came across a dare; a Self Portrait of Truthiness dare started by a couple of great bloggers and taken by many other great bloggers (see list below) and since I want to be a great blogger too and this seems like the easiest way, I decided to go ahead and post my poopy headbanded head and the rest below it.
You can be sure that, as I do not wear makeup this year, this is as good as it’s going to get all day. Well, except I would never wear that scarf out of the house.
I love the idea of this dare because 1. it’s cool to see what internet people look like and I couldn’t care less if they’re wearing mascara or not; 2. it’s more real than any goddamn soap ad and is not selling anything; 3. the only way to fight the airbrushed propaganda of “stinky pits will ruin your life / real, human skin needs to be covered up or sliced and re-sewn until it looks more like something else / careful not to let yourself go, girlfriend, or you’ll deserve whatever your man/woman does to you and be in for a whole heap o trouble” is to present viable alternatives.
Here are a bunch of viable alternatives:
And you can do it too! G’wan. This face wants you to and who could resist this face? (cough)