Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow! You're only a day....a.....waaaay! Big day tomorrow! Tony is taking 1/2 vacay day and he and I are going to lunch (where?) and going Christmas shopping (where?) while Mom babysits Camerona! (I sometimes call him Camerona, thanks to KT, who probably doesn't even remember why) And tomorrow night is...........................the big concert! It's sold out! It's all very exciting! And Cam gets to spend the day with two of his favorite people, Grandma Jackie during the day, and Aunt Amy at night! How lucky are we all? Now we just have to figure out where we are eating and shopping tomorrow.
Holy crap, I can hardly think of anything else to say since I'm so excited about tomorrow. I guess I can talk about C-note a bit. Let's see...well, today he told me twice when he was ready for a nap. He still is taking two naps a day (most days, anyway) and believe me, I'm not complaining. Today, both times, he handed me his puppy, walked over to the Christmas tree and started waving "bye bye" to it. You see, that's now part of our nap/bedtime routine. We tell the tree night-night and then listen to one of the snowmen on the entertainment center play "Frosty the Snowman" and get kisses (on both cheeks) from two to three other snowmen. The routine is rather cute, but I wonder what the hell we are going to do when Christmas is over and all the decorations are packed away! Anyway, I thought it was sweet and very smart that he told me when he was ready to nap.
Yesterday, we were hanging out in the living room and I asked Cameron if he was ready for lunch. He started walking toward the dining room and I said, taking his hand, "tell me where to go." So he led me to the dining room closet, where we keep his bibs. Then he took me to his highchair and tried to pull the tray off of it! Total smartie, he is. He did the same thing today!
I guess he does that kind of thing a lot. I'll say to him "let's go change your diaper" and he'll walk into his room and stand by his changing table. It's all amazing to me. Been-there-done-that parents are probably yawning, going, "big freaking deal!" I don't care...he's a brain surgeon to me!
OK, enough shameless bragging. My contacts are so dry they feel like saran wrap on my eyeballs, so I must go remove them and restore the natural balance of moisture to my dehydrated peepers. Don't even ask me what I was thinking when I conjured up that sentence! Adios! Catch you TOMORROW!!! :)
Holy crap, I can hardly think of anything else to say since I'm so excited about tomorrow. I guess I can talk about C-note a bit. Let's see...well, today he told me twice when he was ready for a nap. He still is taking two naps a day (most days, anyway) and believe me, I'm not complaining. Today, both times, he handed me his puppy, walked over to the Christmas tree and started waving "bye bye" to it. You see, that's now part of our nap/bedtime routine. We tell the tree night-night and then listen to one of the snowmen on the entertainment center play "Frosty the Snowman" and get kisses (on both cheeks) from two to three other snowmen. The routine is rather cute, but I wonder what the hell we are going to do when Christmas is over and all the decorations are packed away! Anyway, I thought it was sweet and very smart that he told me when he was ready to nap.
Yesterday, we were hanging out in the living room and I asked Cameron if he was ready for lunch. He started walking toward the dining room and I said, taking his hand, "tell me where to go." So he led me to the dining room closet, where we keep his bibs. Then he took me to his highchair and tried to pull the tray off of it! Total smartie, he is. He did the same thing today!
I guess he does that kind of thing a lot. I'll say to him "let's go change your diaper" and he'll walk into his room and stand by his changing table. It's all amazing to me. Been-there-done-that parents are probably yawning, going, "big freaking deal!" I don't care...he's a brain surgeon to me!
OK, enough shameless bragging. My contacts are so dry they feel like saran wrap on my eyeballs, so I must go remove them and restore the natural balance of moisture to my dehydrated peepers. Don't even ask me what I was thinking when I conjured up that sentence! Adios! Catch you TOMORROW!!! :)
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