Perspective

A post by my friend Dorothy got me to thinking the other day about how different a story can be if the characters are changed.

I won't bore you with repeating her version - she says it so much better herself. Here's how things would have gone down if it had been the Little Man and I.

For starters, he would definitely be the instigator of the running to throw pennies in the fountain. (I think he's actually forgotten how to walk. He never walks when he can run! and get there fast!) I would be doing the Mommy Shuffle in his wake, but I'd be more apt to want to join up with the Starbucks ladies and covet their beverages than to chastize them into Shuffling themselves.

Before the Penny Throwing, we'd have an added scene of Fountain Splashing (unless Mommy's Shuffle was shuffling faster than normal and I caught up with him before Splashing could ensue). After another added scene of Tantrum Throwing because geez, woman, you only have FIVE PENNIES!!!, he would automatically start running back to the other side of the mall.

I'd finally catch up with him near Target, where he'd be running circles around me as I stood gasping with a stitch in my side. Then he'd carry me back to the car.

And he's never even heard the word "workout".

I'm firmly convinced that God has this mom/kid personality matching figured out. Dorothy will continue to be a wonderful role model for her Little Angel, and the Little Man will undoubtedly end up being one for me.

Back in the Saddle

I'm going to kick my own ass sometime next year, I'm sure of it. One of my favorite things about my blog is going through old posts to see what I and, more importantly, the Little Man was up to in months past. It's going to be much, much harder to go back through the ones that AREN'T THERE for the past couple of months.

I just haven't felt like writing anything lately. No idea why I've been in such a funk, or slump, or whatever, just haven't. I've actually had decent material too, like Mr. Me shattering our back door with a screw, or finding out I have a new nephew who is two years old. But nothing's sparked the writing bug.

So, in an effort to climb back on that horse, here's some of Mr. Me's latest cutenesses:

• If he needs to go somewhere, he says "a han!", grabs your finger and pulls. If you won't get out of the chair fast enough, he says "Pull! Pull! Pull!". That means he's pulling hard.
• Since the day we dug up worms under a rock, he is obsessed with them. " A Vurm! A Vurm! A Vurm in my han!" (and yes, he also has a German accent) Unfortunately, he is not very nice to Vurms, with the throwing and trying to squish them and all.
• As you can surmise, the Little Man is talking a LOT. Much of it we still can't understand, but he adds more and more discernable words every day, my favorites of which are "Dude!" and "Burgundy".
• He now has favorite movies. He will sit all the way through "Wallace and Gromit: the Curse of the WereRabbit" and "Robots", and requests them so much more frequently than his mom will allow the viewing.
• Driving! is still a favorite. He now requests to "drive Mommy car" every evening. He has also developed the habit of having his daily constitutional while he's driving, as if he's some little old man that requires his Sunday drive to loosen things up. Like clockwork, if the kid is driving my car for more than 5 minutes there will be a subsequent poopy to change - and more than once it's leaked onto my leather (ewww!).

That's it for a first day back in the saddle. And even with this short little thing my keister will probably be sore in the morning.