Oh my God! I have turned into my mother! See the towel on the shoulder? The raised eyebrow? The rubber gloves? Granted, she isn't as fashionable (or pregnant!) as I am, but the resemblance is remarkable. The second belly shot is to prove that I am indeed pregnant. A Target cashier asked me if I threw out my back when I slowly stood up from a squatting position. I said, "No, but I am 8 months pregnant! I bet you were thinking, 'Boy that lady needs to work out!'" She swore she wasn't thinking that and added, "Ohhhh... I see it now." I gave her my mom's "look" from the first photo.
It is hard to tell from this picture, but this book doesn't have any words. It is just pictures of boats. We made the mistake of making up words and now The Boy likes it to be read to him the exact same way every time. If we skip one part (like counting the portholes) he won't let the reader turn the page, and he signs "more" until we hit all the key points. There are sound effects, too. This picture was taken during the 14th reading of the night... or something like that. I lost count when we hit double digits. Don't try hiding the book, either. We did that and he has some sort of GPS locator on it, I swear.
Free posters are great. We laminated this one from The Building Museum. The Boy loves it and can pick out certain diggies from the 22 shown. When we say "scraper" he points at the scraper. What a genius! Look how seriously he is studying the poster. I can just picture Papa doing that 30+ years ago.
The Boy's Godmother is supposed to provide guidance, but all the house rules were broken while she was here. Eating in the family room. Boots on... general mayhem and insubordination.
