me: this morning while i was getting julia dressed
me: and repeatedly asking alex to please take off his jammies and his pull up and put on his underwear and pants (over and over and over)
me: he finally took off his jammies and the pull up (which he just HAS to FLING into the air. fortunately he is dry just about every morning now. but still)
me: i'm trying to get julia's diaper on – like wrestling an octopus – and he's leaping around, happily naked for the moment – "Mommy! I don't have any clothes on!"
me: and then he comes over toward me
me: "my pee-pee"
me: i said "what about it"
me: and he said
me: "my pee pee is all twinkled up!"
mere: what did you say?
me: i said "what?"
me: and he said it again, so of course i looked to see what "all twinkled up" might possibly mean
me: and i think it actually means "brrrr, it sure is cold in here"
mere: aahhhh. Heehee
me: all twinlked up
me: twinkled, i mean
me: and a julia thing
me: she LOVES the wizard of oz…or "Boz" as she calls the movie…
me: especially the singing and SKIPPING they do
me: we were watching last night, alex and me on the couch and julia on the floor destroying one of alex's books…and the munchkins started singing happily because the witch was dead, and – as we have seen her do every time – julia got to her feet and started "skipping" all around the room, with a big big BIG smile on her face
mere: how cute
me: but she doesn't skip, it's more like a canter – there's one foot that always leads. she doesn't switch back and forth.
mere: skipping is hard
me: she thinks she's skipping.
me: bill has heard her say "kip! kip!" while she's doing it
me: it's extremely cute
mere: i bet
me: and at one point when some munckin is climbing out of a hole in the yellow brick road (i think it's when glinda is singing "come out come out wherever you are," etc) julia ran over to the tv and pointed at him right in the face. she likes the little munchkin boy. i think he's one of the lollipop guild guys…
mere: its guild?
mere: i thought it was lollipop kids
me: there's the lullaby league (the ballerinas)…and the lollipop guild.
me: i used to think it was kids too.
me: but i read it was "guild" somewhere…
mere: i never knew it was league either
me: i always thought the middle of the lollipop guild guys looked sort of like grandad.
mere: hahahaha i'll have to take a closer look next time
me: i think it reminds me of that black and white picture of grandad in the bowler hat, with a cigar, looking like a thug…
me: apparently alex had stuff on his face yesterday morning when i dropped him off at daycare. his teacher checked his face this morning just before i left and oh it's too long to go into but jeepers crow some days i just feel so worn out after i bring him there.
me: and it's actually NOT oatmeal or milk…it's his runny nose that he wipes across his right cheek. OKAY????
mere: that woman is so weird
me: i go through periods where i think – no – FEAR – that somehow, due to some incompetency of mine – he is going to somehow be a kid other kids make fun of. i don't know why i do this, but i do. and he's fine. and he has his little friends, and all that. but still…this is what sneaks around the back of my mind…and then i've got HER bringing up something like his messy face…so…I'm sending my child in to preschool DIRTY. IS THAT IT?
mere: its HER.
me: i know
me: but it's also MEEEEE
me: because that is how my brain works sometimes
mere: yeah, but thats normal
mere: its the naked parent moments
mere: you'll get used to it.
me: sometimes i can laugh about it
me: other times i can't.
mere: thats good
mere: i know
mere: i know how that is
me: but if i write about it…usually i can end up laughing about it.
me: because then i can read how silly it all really is
me: plus, Alex can say – and identify – a parasauralophus.
me: Which is a dinosaur that has a weird bone thing sticking off the top of it's head…pointing toward the back. It's one of the "bonehead" dinosaurs.
me: He knows that.
mere: thats good. whats wrong with that?
me: NOTHING. He knows his dinosaurs.
me: that's really cool.
mere: oh good
me: he's perfectly fine. i'm the wack-job.
mere: too bad about the snotty face
mere: if it wasn't for that he'd be normal