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Friday, May 18, 2007

Baba drive new dad's car

My poor little neglected blog, how I miss you. After we move, I'll get better. Maybe. Probably. We'll see.

I am thoroughly enjoying the terrible twos. My child has a shorter fuse than me, which is exciting. I can out answer any string of whys thrown my way without resorting to, "because I said so." Plus, I love playing all day long again.

Baba's vocabulary expands exponentially everyday. His favorite words and phrases include "McDonald's (french fries and apples, please!), "don't like it," "Baba go to Pa's house," and my favorite, "sure."

Do you want to eat lunch? Sure

Do you want to go outside? Sure

Do you want to put masks on a rob a bank? Sure

Do you know what I'm talking about? Sure

Sure is a definite upgrade from no. Although, no still gets in the rotation. A lot.

Since Ziz's decision to move to Minnesota, Zippy and I have sort of become car dealers. We bought a car for Zippy which Baba refers to as "new dad's car." We sold "old dad's car." And bought a car for Ziz, which he refers to as "Ziz's car." Baba talks about "old dad" and "new dad" on a regular basis. Probably confusing if you don't know he's talking about cars, not actual fathers. Kind of reminds me of when my grandpa died. My grandma has Alzheimer's and was convinced that grandpa was off fighting the war (and when she said war, she meant the big war - WWII) and there was this nice person who stayed with her to take care of her while her husband was away. Anyway, when she found grandpa dead, she said that the nice man that took care of her was dead. Her kids tried to explain to her that the dead guy was her husband. She was devastated - two people that she loved had died at the same time.

Kind of morbid, but it was funny. And, there really isn't another way to deal with watching your grandma's brain turn to mush.

(Think anyone would guess that I got almost no sleep last night and am up way past my bedtime after a long day of packing?)

1 comment:

zenniezou said...

I like the word sure. But the cutest story you have ever sahred is "Zosh make mess". I probably shouldn't find it as funny as I do, but I have certainly cleaned up my share of puke. My child was (and still is) quite pukey. At least now she can usually make it to the bathroom. When she was younger, she'd wake me up at 2 in the morning, stand by my bed, say "I'm going to throw up", and then throw up right then. "Zalyssa make mess" all herself, my bedroom floor, and sometiumes my bed and me. those were the days.