M: "I deserve to have dinner at 'The Roof' tonight."
A: "You so do!"
That was over gmail chat today at like 4:45pm. T-minus 45 minutes and counting until Aaron is home from work.
I think I changed 45 poopy diapers today. Maybe 46. There is a virus going around that gets all the credit. Lock your kids in the house. Don't have any friends over. This virus will have you in dirty diapers up to your eyeballs, and ruin any sense of smell you have.
The good news is that since I've changed so many disgusting diapers, I am not about to make dinner. And Aaron and I have a deal that whenever he is home (including the weekends) and there is a poopy, he gets to change it. It's a great arrangement most of the time.
In other news, today Charlie and I played a few rounds of bowling on the Wii while Max was at school, and Jack was napping (and pooing while he napped). And for the record, I not only stink at bowling in real life, I also stink at bowling on the Wii. Even when my Mii is Darth Vador. I also stink at Dancing With The Stars... the game that eventually caused me to cave in to Aaron's wanting a Wii for Christmas.
After Charlie and I were done bowling, he wanted to play "punching", better known as boxing. So I set it up for him. I had things to do, so it was just Charlie boxing some random Mii character. Who turned out not to be so random.
As I am picking up the house, I hear Charlie say-
"Mom! I'm punching Jesus!"
So after his first Sunday as a Sunbeam, he clearly recognizes Jesus. Even while playing Wii.
Could a mother be any more proud?
I am proud to report that Jack is talking. First words are Daddy, cracker, and ba-ba. Still not walking, though he did stand up in the middle of the room Saturday night, apparently showing off for Maddy and her friends who were dominating the Dancing With The Stars game, because he has yet to do it since.
And really, this entire post is more of a journal entry so that I won't forget all of the above and that Jack likes to make monster noises. And also to remind me when I am so sad that I don't have babies anymore... that I should be so happy that I don't have to change poopy diapers.
Excuse me while I figure out what we're "taking out" for dinner tonight... and try to teach Charlie that we don't punch Jesus.