Metal Meredith

I have read this book no less than 23 times in the past three days. And amazingly, I am not complaining about it.

From very early, we read to Vivienne. She would sit in our lap in our big red rocking chair and absorb every word. She wasn’t interested in turning the pages herself or eating the book. She liked to have us read to her.

When we tried this with Henry, we found ourselves wrestling the book from his grip. We removed it several times from his mouth. We rescued it from being torn, folded and turned inside-out. It wasn’t enjoyable to read to him and he didn’t enjoy the act of being read to. Until now.

This week, he started picking up tiny board books and paging through them. I sat amazed at the lack of destruction while he did this. Then, to my surprise, he handed me a book. I turned the pages and read the words, “Hand Hand Fingers Thumb One thumb One thumb Drumming on a drum” and he sat still. At one point, he turned to me and gave me a small head butt, which is his way of kissing me (or more to the point, getting me to kiss him.)

Since then, he has brought this book to me many, many times a day. He will grunt and put it in my hands. I have read the book so much that I am thinking millions of monkeys drumming on drums will show up in my dreams this weekend. It is a small price to pay for a boy who might just end up liking books as much as his sister and I do. 

It surely isn’t me. Soon you will find me sitting very still in a very air conditioned house trying not to exert any energy. I am not a good summer person. In fact, dare I say that I hate heat? My body doesn’t react well to the 72 then 100, then 75 then 90degree temperature changes that occur when one goes from Target to the car to the house in the summertime.

Today is the starting point. Most people are skipping out on school early or coming home from work with a spring in their step. Not me, BAH HUMBUG! Here I sit, waiting for Henry to get up from a nap, looking at the temperature widget at the top of my computer screen slowly rise. 82 degrees. “Brilliant Sunshine”.

Sure.

Yep. It is a whole post about my boobs. I would call them breasts, but that makes me uncomfortable. Not sure why, it just makes them seem so fancy.

Last week I shared these 11 sentences about my boobs to my good friends on the SNDM message board:

1. I love my boobs.

2. Even though they become flat and oblong when I don’t have a bra on.

3. When I do have a bra on, WATCH OUT.

4. They are high and proud, round and luscious.

5. I keep looking down at them.

6. It isn’t hard to figure out why boys like them.

7. Even gay men like them.

8. I used to get hugs from everyone because of them and I was ok with that.

9. Most people that meet me have met them.

10. I am not shy about the low cut shirts.

11. I have now completed 11 sentences about my boobs.

Wasn’t that special? Now, later that night I was in the bathroom with Vivienne while she was brushing her teeth. She was, as is the norm, trying to poke, punch or smack my chest even though I often tell her that they are a ‘private part’ that isn’t for anyone to touch but me. So she grabbed her own chest and said “Fine, I will grab my own boobies.” Then, after laying a flat hand on her tiny 4 year old chest, she proclaimed “But Mom, my boobies aren’t long like yours.”

Long. Yep, long is the word she used to describe them. Not big or huge or squishy, but long. Luckily, I am a realist and know that to be true. Thanks genetics!

*Kym and Teresa*

She really is one cool chick. With the exception that she can’t seem to upload a photo onto her computer to send out or the fact that she can’t seem to write an email to her friend of 20-some-odd-years and let her know how her new son is. But it’s all good. You know why?

She does awesome stuff like sign up for the bone marrow registry and walk for multiple sclerosis.

I just got an email from her that states the following:

I’ll be taking part in 2008 Walk MS on Saturday April 26th. One of my best friends was diagnosed with MS just over a year ago so this is a cause close to my heart.  Please consider donating to this charity by clicking on the below link or bringing me a check made out to National MS Society. It is a tax deductible donation.

If you would like more information about the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, how proceeds from the MS Walk are used, or the other ways you can get involved in the fight against MS, please visit www.nationalmssociety.org.

Please consider popping on over and making even a small donation. I gave $50 but that is mostly because she is my bestest friend and Teresa is bitchen and has a great butt. See? How can you NOT?

PS. I also need to add two more events that I am donating to. Dana is participating in the Relay for Life. She is a cancer survivor (GO HER!) and an inspiration to me.

Carrie is going the March of Dimes walk in memory of her daughter, Samantha, that died at 10 weeks old.

Please consider donating to these as well!