Oh my God, the talking. It never stops.
May 28, 2006
Friday was my checkup at the doctor. All is well, thanks for asking. If lumpy comes back, doc will arrange surgery much quicker this time. I went in there, expecting to point out how much the ball was dropped through this whole situation, but she totally took the lead, and I had to give her props for that. It may never return, but we’re ready if it does.
During the visit, I was asked to give a urine sample, and since I had Thomas with me, he came with. He watched me intently as I pulled a sample cup out of the cupboard, take off the lid, and stick the cup between my legs.
“Mommy peein’ in da cup?”
“Yes sweetie, Mommy is peeing in the cup.” (The waiting room is RIGHT NEXT TO THE BATHROOM. Nice planning.)
I finish and start putting the lid back on, and Thomas screams, “FISH! FISH! MOMMMY DA FISH IN THE CUP!”
Oh my God. Can I die now? I can hear chuckling from the waiting room.
“No Thomas, it’s pee pee in the cup.”
“TUNNUS WANT DA FISH!”
I scramble to write my name on my cup, and stick it in the hatch for the nurse. I quickly wash my hands and get a new cup for Thomas. His face lights up with sheer delight and pride as he walks back to the exam room with his cup.
We get settled and Thomas holds the cup up. “Where’s da fish?”
I look around for something to weave into fish. I opt for paper towel, and rip up some shreds and stick them in the cup. He is beaming as he steps on the stool and pours the ‘fish’ onto the exam table. “Fish on da pable Mommy!”
The doctor comes in and we laugh about Thomas and his urine cup of fish. We have our little preliminary conversation and after the examination, guess what was stuck to my ass?
Fast forward to today.
From the time Thomas awoke, until right now, at ten frikkin’ thirty, because the Lord knows why this child is still awake and nattering on about “I want to see peemees, I want helmet, I want more nnnnilk…..” I just don’t frikkin’ know and I’m ready to rip my own head off, and oh my God, he has been talking ALL DAY.
Being Daren’s only day off this week, Daren and I tackled some major spring cleaning today as Thomas ran back and forth between our seperate workstations, chattering about “Keeeeening wiff de vacceeen,” “Gangket neeeds a vacceeeen,” and “Ants! Kill da ants! Wiff da vacceeen!” (You would think the kid never, uh, sees the vaccuum.)
So Daren had the electrical fancy shmancy* saw set up on the back deck, which is off our kitchen, and he was cutting the trim for our bedroom which I recently painted. I was busy pulling out every piece of furniture, every knick knack and every knob off of every appliance, trying to get everything spring cleany. Since we wanted to keep his limbs intact and sawdust from scratching his corneas, I had to watch the little man while I cleaned out all the winter gear and footwear (finally! we have warmth!) from the front hall closet.
“Mommy! Sooooes! Mommy! Yook! Soooes! Mommy, Tunnus keen wiff da vacceeen!” He proceeded to walk around in my sandals, and made the most adorable fake vaccuum sounds as he pushed the attachment along the livingroom carpet. As Daren’s saw went off with every cut, Thomas echoed that noise with a high pitched “Mmmmmmmmmmaahhhh,” letting the last part of his noise fall, like the saw did as it geared down.
The icing on the cake today was Thomas’ new game of jumping off the Lego bin, as I folded laundry after dinner. His new favorite line? “Get down off the frikken Wegos!”
I just went up to a very wet, very upset baby, who, while I changed his “biaper,” looked up at me and said, “Mommy you a dood fit.” (Dood means good.) Tears. Welling. Up. Again.
*This is code for I don’t know what kind of saw it is but it is a circle and it cuts on an angle. And no, I’m not asking him. he will laugh at me, because he has told me about 50 times what kind of saw it really is.
P.S. ….I’m trying out some new things around here and there are broken links etc….I’m working on it. The three long-ass blogrolls are not permanent.? I’m gonna roll them up.? Just really busy right now….
May 29th, 2006 at 12:05 am
he such a little talker! I applaud you for handling the whole peeing thing with him, that is Mommy Master Multi-tasking right there sister!
May 29th, 2006 at 12:25 am
Miter saw!
and you might want to invest in ear plugs, LOL. When MIra gets going oh land sakes she DOES NOT STOP.
May 29th, 2006 at 11:08 am
I was fortunate enough to hear “get down off the frikken wegos” personally, while on the phone, yay me! I want to eat him he’s so cute. Well not eat in a weird way but a ‘you’re so damn cute you need to be pinched and eaten’ kinda way. He’s going to be little D’s puppet you know….LOL!
May 30th, 2006 at 1:49 am
Hey, nice new site! Very clean and cozy
Just one thing…why am i not on your blogroll anymore?? 
May 30th, 2006 at 7:34 am
Yeah, me too….I’ve been axed!:(
Last year, T was just using a few words, now he can’t stop. I think it’s grand, but I’m sure it gets annoying. The Pickle can get on my last nerve,too, especially fighting with his bigger brothers.
later,
Beth
May 30th, 2006 at 8:09 am
The blogrolls are under construction ladies. You’ve been on my blogroll for over a year, I wouldn’t let you go now! Rest assured, everything is saved on my computer and hopefully I can get them up and running properly this week. Just a little swamped here.
May 30th, 2006 at 1:15 pm
OK, “get off the frikken Wegos” had me in tears laughing so hard. It must be hard to not videotape every little thing he says, just to show it to his prom date when he’s 16.
May 30th, 2006 at 6:25 pm
LOL so funny! My little one doesn’t talk that much yet and it is still driving me crazy - ah, what I have to look forward to, eh?
May 30th, 2006 at 7:51 pm
LMAO! Hysterical. It reminded me of when my brother was that age(I was 10 when he was born) and I said to my mom that I needed to go out with my friends so I didn’t duct tape his mouth closed. Which was really only partly true.
May 30th, 2006 at 10:33 pm
ROFL Deb. Nice. *snort*
May 31st, 2006 at 8:48 am
Aww, that is just so cute. You are blessed with a talkative little bundle of joy, who’d make you a proud mommy when he grows up. (im just keeping my fingers crossed that his gift of gab won’t be used against you) but I’m sure that he’ll grow up to be a good little boy, with a mom like you around.
I heart your graphics! you are the best..
June 1st, 2006 at 11:45 pm
Those friggin wegos will get ya every time. I know they annoy the piss out of me.
Buwha!
Learning that boy up right. There’s tons more words he’ll be learning over then next year or two.
Buwha!
June 15th, 2006 at 2:37 am
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