Sunday, April 10, 2005
I keep making a tiny typing error when ending IM conversations with one particular friend. We usually sign off with "hugs!" (the non-society version of "kiss kiss, dahling"), but lately I've been accidently typing a very enthusiastic "jugs!" It's kinda cute, actually...maybe it will catch on! Imagine Christmas letters signed "jugs from Doris and Jim" and garden club meetings ending with, "Jugs, ladies - and don't forget to sign up for our annual bake sale!" Secret shimmies will replace the secret handshake, and oh, it will be lovely.
So anyhoo, we visited some friends and their baby girl last weekend. She's three months old now, absolutely adorable and probably average-sized for her age, but next to Sophie she seemed so tiny. A pocket baby! It's hard for me to remember Sophie ever being that small: even though she only weighed 6 pounds 12 ounces fresh out of the oven, she pretty much inflated upon impact. We're bench pressing some significant toddler weight these days.
Lately people have been asking us when we'll get started on Baby #2, to which I say LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE STORY:
Last Sunday, Sophie and I went out to dinner with one of my friends. This is a friend who has several children of her own who are perfectly content to terrorize their own table at restaurants. Sophie, on the other hand, likes to branch out to working over the people at other tables. During our meal, a very large man was seated at the table behind us. Sophie thoroughly looked him up and down and promptly fixated on his butt, which was so huge that it hung over either side of his chair. Now, this is nothing new to an adult, but to a two-year-old who is not all that worldly, this was the equivalent of HOLY COW THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN AND I'M SEEING THE FREAKSHOW FOR FREE. Sophie stared at him and stage-whispered, "That man has a big bummy..."
"Sophie, eat your dinner."
"Mommy, that man over there has a big bummy!"
"Sophie! Eat your dinner."
Undaunted, she informed us and the rest of the hearing world: "His bummy is coming out the back of his chair!"
My friend was now choking on her dinner trying to keep from laughing. I hauled Sophie out of the highchair and we marched off to the restroom. I sternly explained to Sophie that talking about other people's bummies is RUDE and asked if she understood. Sophie nodded solemnly. Hoping that some time away from the table would help Sophie get over the fascination with the guy's butt, we spent a few more minutes hanging out and talking about a zillion other topics before heading back to our table.
As I was putting Sophie back into the highchair, she leaned towards The Man With The Butt and shouted, "I said, YOU HAVE A VERY BIG BUMMY!"
Some parents choose to delay adding to their family until the current child learns how to use the potty. Us? We're going to wait until Sophie has learned some tact.
And now I'm off to bed. Jugs, dahlings!
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