A few days later he started asking if he could watch the newspaper show. I had no idea what he was talking about. He kept insisting that there was a show about a newspaper, one “with a face”. I finally figured out he wanted to watch “Schoolhouse Rock” again, in particular, the “I’m Just a Bill” sketch.

It’s been a few more days since he’s watched the DVD, but he’s still talking about it. Tonight he was stalling going to bed and telling stories. He broke into a little dance back and forth and blurted out, “I’ll do this when I die” and then he fell to the floor. We’ve never really discussed death with MonkeyBoy and this comment disturbed us. We exchanged raised eyebrows and asked MonkeyBoy to tell us where he learned about that. His response, “from the newspaper!” We still didn’t understand and asked him to tell us again and he said “From the newspaper. The one with the face.” Oh, yes, in the “I’m Just a Bill” sketch the Bill (the “newspaper with a face” in our world) does do a little dance and sings about how he will die if he doesn’t get passed in committee. Our little guy sure is impressionable and has a great memory!

Monkeyboy was surprised (and a little freaked) to have Papop walk into his room on Saturday morning, but he quickly warmed up and had fun playing all weekend. On Sunday morning they were both playing quietly upstairs. All of a sudden MonkeyBoy yelled down the stairs, “Mommy! That man has his pants off!”. Perplexed and thinking I misunderstood, I asked for clarification. He again yelled, “Mommy! That man has his pants off!”. Knowing my father, I thought there must be some sort of reasonable explanation, but MonkeyMan went upstairs to investigate anyway. He returned with two Legos from the Lego bucket that lives upstairs. Sure enough “that [lego] man” did have his pants off.

I ran out of anti-nausea meds, so I spent most of the day laying down. I did get to finish a book, which was a treat since I rarely read books after grad school ruined reading for me. I’d been reading The Help, which was an entertaining but fast read. I’m a little disappointed in the ending, but I think that was more because the book was designed with acknowledgments and comments from the author directly at the end of the book and I’d thought I’d be getting six more pages of ending. So when I came to the last of the story, I thought “That’s it? I want to read more!”.

As far as Mother’s Day goes, it was a calm day. MonkeyBoy was excited with my present, a 90 piece Toy Story themed Lego set of Green Army Men and a jeep. He let me put it together but then proclaimed that I should share it with him and he entertained himself with it the rest of the day. He even took it to bed with him tonight, a sign of a really good toy.

Guess my parking under a tree the other day and the resulting mess that required a trip through the car “washdown” made more of an impression on him than I thought.

I offered MonkeyBoy an extra clown cookie and he refused it, instead whining “I want a clown on a motorcycle!” If he’d requested that before they were baked I could have pulled it off, but he was out of luck since they were already made and I had no dough left over. I’m not exactly sure why he thought the clown needed to be riding a motorcycle, but he sure was insistent that I’d done it wrong.

Rub a dub dub,
Thanks for the grub.
Yay, God!
Amen.

Tonight at dinner he mixed it up a bit.

Rub a dub dub,
Thanks for the grub.
Yay, God.
Dot Com.

I think he’s definitely a techie like his folks.

And in the car this week, MonkeyBoy and I were chatting while running errands. MonkeyMan was at home playing with his new lemon server (which has been returned and we are anxiously awaiting the replacement).

MonkeyBoy announced, “Daddy’s playing head games at home”.
“Oh?” I responded, “What do you mean?”
“He’s playing head games. On the TV.”
“Do you mean he’s playing boxing? Is he playing Mommy’s new boxing game?”
“Yes! Head games!”

I guess I got hit in the head too many times while playing Wii Punchout and it made an impression.

I let him pick out a couple pairs of jammies to get and chose a size 3T since I figured those would fit him. After he put them in the cart, he kept asking me to “Go to that other room”. I couldn’t figure out what he meant but he was insistent. Then he said “Go to that other room, Mommy! Try on!”. Ah, he wanted to go into the fitting room. The fitting rooms were all full and we had to wait about five minutes in line to get in. I asked him a couple of times if he was sure he wanted to try them on and he would just smile at me and nod his head.

Once we got in the fitting room, I only removed his shoes and slipped the jammies on over his clothes to save time and hassle. He was so very excited to try on the jammies that he danced all over the fitting room floor. I only had my phone with me, so here’s a blurry shot of my happy shopper!