I've been tagged to reveal five of my idiosyncrasies by
Stef.I have to fall asleep to the T.V.; mainly Seinfeld reruns recorded on VHS. When the tape runs out our old clunky VCR hums all night long. My husband knew this when he married me, yet lately he has been complaining. “Too late,” I say, “It’s all part of the package.”
I never empty the garbage. I keep a rather neat house, but on certain days when you walk past my garbage can it looks like a found art sculpture examining the affects of gravity.
I take BiG bites. When a plate of yummy, delicious food sits in front of me, I fill up my fork and gobble up a huge mouthful. My mother hates it.
I spend hours in Barnes & Noble and buy books I’ll never read. Or I read them about 75% of the way through then never return for the ending. I still don’t know what happens at the end of Memoirs From a Geisha
I never write in my son’s baby book. I can blog all night long, but there is something so final about writing in his baby book. It kinda makes me sad. It’s strange. I avoid it, like paying bills. Or like someday I am going to sit down and write the most amazing entry… Isn’t that awful?
So pretned this is his baby book…
Happy 18th Month Birthday Zackie!
You are a delightful cuddler. You give me kisses in the morning. A true mama’s boy. You are always in my lap. You are entranced with the tattoo on my tummy. You love to give me Zeeberts. You make a WooCHOO sound when you see a train or if we drive over the tracks. Your independence is overflowing. You are an absolute joy.
Here are some of
your idiosyncrasies.
You are obsessed with television and computers. You love SpongeBob, Baby Einstein and surfing the Internet. You are not shy about pitching a fit if the above are not readily available to you.
You don’t talk much for your age. You do say “Hot!” when near the stove or when you get inside a warm car. You scream “CAAATTTTT!” when Payton-the-Large-Orange-Tabby scurries past you. You say “daddy” when you are scared and “mama” when you are mad.
You think you are talking just fine. Most days are filled with the sounds of your mumbles and gurgles and whohoos and wumb-wubs. I am a terrible translator and at a loss for anything you are trying to convey.
You are not a fan of the getting the diaper changed. However if allowed to play with some of your father’s Matchbox collectables during the process you will withstand it. You have your own collection of “play” approved Matchbox cars and trucks and spend a lot of time driving them up and down the arms of our furniture or a friendly guest.
You like to help yourself to a snack out of the pantry and eat it in a “snack circle” in the middle of the kitchen floor with Fred-the-Chihuahua, whose belly has benefited greatly from your friendship. It’s always “one for you, one for Fred.”
You have a fantastic arm. your father and grandfather's are already contacting NFL scouts. You can whip a ball with furocious velocity. However, you throw EVERYTHING. Receiving a Brio Wodden Train engine upside the head is not fun.
Now...
Michelle. Tag! Your it!
