Oktoberfest 08

Dear Son,

When I was a little girl, Grandma and B-ma took me to the Oktoberfest each year. I've continued that tradition now with you . . . your first you were but 6 months old, and your second - 18 months.
It was mostly you riding in your stroller being dazzled by the lights [and combating all the "oohs and ahhs" of everyone who looked in your direction and was awed by your adorableness.]

This year was different. This year you actually were able to get on a few of the rides. Most of them were geared for older children . . . much to my dismay - as you cried to get on this contraption that went very high into the air and then flipped upside down and then plummeted back to earth again. [seriously] Yes. You cried to ride it. [seriously] We made it through though, and you managed to quite enjoy a pirate ship and a caterpillar that went around and around on a track.

I figure I've got another good ten years of explaining/convincing you that you aren't big enough to ride "those" rides. Yep. Ten years . . . I'm going with it.

In Our Front Yard

Your First Ride

Convo o' the Day

you: [holding broken train] "Trains broke Mommy."

me: "S'ok Son, Mommy will get you another for Christmas."

you: [look puzzled, still not really sure what this Christmas talk is about]

and later . . .

you: "Wanna look outside Mommy."

me: "Ok Son." [open front door]

you: [looking out excitedly] "Wooh! It's coming! It's coming!"

me: [totally lost] "Whats coming Son?"

you: [quite matter-of -factly] "Christmas!"

me: "Of course."

Daily Dose of Cute

[I mean, seriously]

Gotta Admire Your Honesty

Dear Son,

I felt it imperative to note this mornings conversation just after you'd woke and stumbled from bed into the front room to sit on my lap:

M: Good Morning... I love you
Y: Hi Mommy
M: Did you have nice sleep...?
Y: ......
M: Are you hungry?
Y: Hungry.
M: Want Mommy to make breakfast?
Y: Breakfast
M: What would you like . . . oatmeal? Eggs? Cereal?
Y: . . . Want Moon-pie.


[Well, I asked.]

[ for anyone NOT in the know ]

A Funny Thing Happened While on the Way Out the Door....

Dear Son,

You are incredibly interested in the goings on of everyone and everything around you. I'm aware this is a natural characteristic of a healthy two year old. However, this . . . this curiosity of yours has landed you [and I for that matter] in some interesting situations as of late - but just the other day you [apparently] decided you hadn't outdone your self in far too long - so . . . you did.

I'd been applying my make up when the telephone rang. I answered it and walked away from where I'd been . . . leaving foundations and blushes and the like scattered on the table. [Nothing new, I'm interrupted while getting ready daily.]

But this day - was different. You took an extra interest in my various accoutrement.

When you entered the bedroom [where I was still on the phone with a dear friend] . . .
This is what I saw:




I love you...