Beep, beep!

Oh, every day that I start off with a list of things to do ends up with many, many blog-worthy occurrences. It seems that I notice these things simply because they are deviations from the schedule; they must happen every day. They must. Am I trying to convince myself, or you all? It doesn't really matter. The point is, today has been a gem.

1. Aurelia is a smart cookie. I am not bragging because I'm her proud Mama (well, not entirely). Her tiny brain is perceptive and intelligent, for realz. She has been pointing to her body parts when prompted for months now. Nose, ears, eyes, teeth, mouth, hair, tummy, feet, toes. Boom, boom, boom. Good girl. She's started saying the words now too, which is awesome. It seems like every word I bid her say, she copies me, and it sounds so.frikin.cute coming from her little voice. Where's Aurelia's tummy? Pull up shirt and "tummy!" Today was a great one: Where's Aurelia's nose? Point and "nose!" Where's Mommy's nose? Point and "beep, beep!" I was taken aback by the sheer adorableness of this interchange. She loved that I loved it, so she proceeded to point to Thad's nose and punctuate with a "beep, beep!" Yeah, she's smart. And funny. And pretty. Am I gushing? Get over it.

2. Cashier at Target almost got herself slapped today. Now, I am not in the habit of slapping cashiers. One of my roles at my job is cashiering, so I have been in her place. So, imagine me: hair tousled from the wind (and not showering this morning), Thad asleep in the carrier on my front, Aurelia whining because I have taken her (Easter) toy away from her. My outfit is baggy pants, a black tank top and a slouchy cardigan. No make-up, total slag. I put my items up on the belt--a huge box of diapers, a couple tins of formula, a toy, some tomato sauce, blah blah. Not too much. She tells me my total. But, wait! I have coupons! (insert rolling eyes here) I have three coupons that have not been cut from the paper, one mobile coupon that won't scan and two "checks" for the formula. The words coming out of her mouth were not what she was thinking. "You're fine" "Here, do you want to hold the toy?" "Can you make the phone coupon any larger?" translates into, Could you and your unruly children be any less organized? Get outta my line... I hate couponers. You didn't hear it? Well, I did! Other things transpired so that I had to question whether she had run my coupons properly (she hadn't). Needless to say, my transaction only took about six minutes of her time (or 72 cents of her paycheck), but we parted ways with fake smiles and promises to cut one another if we happen to meet in a dark alley.

3. Thaddeus is ha-UGE! I love him to tiny little pieces, but a little baby he is not. He is just under six months old (which is uncanny) and he is deep into twelve-month sized clothes. It's remarkable how little I remember about Aurelia's infancy, but one thing I know to be true is that she stayed in 3-6 month size clothes through 9 months. Now, of course, she's been in 2T since 18 months. Darn kids! Anyway, he's getting bigger, and we are starting to realize that he's going to need some guidance--brainwise--pretty soon. We can tell that he wants to move and will be capable soon. Tummy time is a hit or miss; some times he just gets angry and fusses, other times he wiggles and rolls and creates general rugrat mayhem.

We (I) have also determined that it is time to get him into his own bed (and sleeping through the night). Last night was night one, and I will tell you this in two words: EPIC FAIL. I'll have to let you know how Night #2 goes.