his word for it

We went to Target today, a favorite place to let my mind wander and distract A. He's very reluctant to take naps till much later now, but I have resigned myself to less alone-time and feel somehow better about it. What is the point in fighting it, when I can't do anything besides administer sedatives to make him sleep? Which I WON'T do, in case you were wondering. The thought has crossed my mind nearly every day now.

A's very interested in Batman at the moment (MAT-bain), so we found out just how pervasive this caped crusader is: band-aids, pillows, fleece throws, lunchboxes, backpacks--oh the smell of vinyl, how I love the smell of vinyl!--toys, of course. We found everything today. Bubble bath, coloring books, moichendizing, moichendizing. Meanwhile I bought a Swiffer, and mourned a bit for my stooping to housewifely gimmicks (THIS will make my life so much easier! and no buckets to clean out!).

A says no to most things now, a common toddler problem, along with the possessive "mine." We're trying for "no, thank you" (no, det doo), but that hasn't been internalized yet. I saw something and said, "Isn't that cute?" and he responded "No cute." He looked offended that I would suggest it was--"Have you no taste, woman?" No cute.

Yesterday we re-stocked the repaired fridge, and brought a p b and j to the grocery store for A to munch on while we tried to remember everything that went bad. A's word for sandwich is, I am ashamed to say, "dammit." So all we heard was "mo dammit. bee dammit. ah done dammit. dammit, bag! eat dammit!" No one could say no cute to that.

Leaving the store, we spotted D's skateboarding pal, Calvin. A was thrilled to see "Dimin bate-bord," and Calvin was thrilled his name was Diamond.

I have to do some mee-mail on the duter. Bye Bye.