Yesterday was full of Italian-accented darling-isms from Will.
1. (probably the funniest but also slight disturbing). Will was in the bathtub and I was sitting in the bathroom with him. He’s buried under mounds of bubbles. He says, “Sink-a haf-a stick in-a my tinkul-peepee.” (You read that right –“I think I have a stick in my
”). I stare at him trying not to snort. I can’t help myself, and ask, “Why do you think that?” He says, “Cuz-a it won’t kweeze.” (“Because it wont bend”). “Mm,” I say, holding my breath. Silence. “Ellen does-unt haf-a tinkul-peepee.” “No, she has something else. Its called a vagina.” Silence. “Ellen does-unt haf-a teef.” (In Will’s mind, Ellen is missing lots of items.)
My son, the future porn star.
2. While using is big Legos: “I-na bi-wuld sumfin VEEEEEWY GWAAAND.”
3. He was pretending to go to work, with a bag and his play cell phone and some books. “Bye-bye. See you soon. Haf-a good day. Be a good-a listenah.”
4. While in another room, “Hey Lynnie! I-na check on Baby Ellen!” (Any time he’s calling out to me, he says “Lynnie” instead of “Mama” or “Mommy” – I assume he’s mimicking Steve, but it always makes me laugh. I’d be fine if he called me Lynnie all the time.)
My insomnia let go of me for 5 straight hours last night. I haven’t slept straight, without waking up, for 5 hours in a row in MONTHS. I feel incredible from it.
Had a wonderful lunch yesterday with my old boss/mentor, and two good friends from Novartis/Nestle. It was so fun to catch up and laugh. I really miss that here in my new company. We do laugh here sometimes, but its not as effortless as it was for me with my old work friends. Remember my statement that I can’t eat at restaurants unless I’ve got caloric room? Well, we went to Chili’s and I got the Guiltless Chicken Sandwich and while the chicken wasn’t that great, the veggies and beans were, and I ended up not going over too badly for the day. And I had planned in all in advance. Maybe that’s the way to eat successfully at a restaurant – knowing my choice ahead of time.
S and I are seeing much more of each other with this change in who does Ellen’s night duty. Its very nice. We have work to do communication-wise, but I think there is lots of goodwill there to try. He’s been teasing me about obviously not loving the kids or him enough or I wouldn’t be going on my solo-vacation. If he thought I actually felt guilty about it, he’d never tease me, but since I don’t, it just makes me laugh. “No…no..” he says, “Don’t worry about us…I’ll just go do your laundry now. And fix your dinner. And clean.” He’s the world’s least convincing martyr.
I’m on Disc 7 of about a 100 of “Anna Karenina” – its very good. I’m surprised that in my various courses in college that the sociological value of this book never came up – it’s a very interesting look at gender issues of that time.