Another long blogging hiatus. [Insert apology and promise to do better in the future here. You've seen it before.]
Truth is, we’ve been busy. I don’t know how the real bloggers do it. What with the laundry and the dishes and the playing with the adorable munchkin, not to mention going to work and having a few minutes here and there to hang out with Will, I just haven’t managed to find the time.
But in the meantime so much has happened. There’s no way to sum it up. So I’ll just give you a glimpse into life around here these days:
Scene: our livingroom.
Props: a laundry basket
Thomas [sitting in the laundry basket]: I am racing on my motorcycle [making sound that is supposed to sound like an engine revving but doesn't really. he's still learning].
Me: Wow, you’re going fast.
Thomas: Yeah! I am winning the race! [he suddenly throws himself out of the basket and flips it over.] Uh oh! I crashed! I need to take my motorcycle to the mechanic. Mommy, will you be my mechanic?
Me: sure.
Thomas: [addressing me as if I'm a new person who isn't familiar with his recent unfortunate racing accident] Mechanic Mommy, my motorcycle is broken. See? It needs new batteries.
Me: [pretending to open up the battery compartment and install new batteries]: There, now it’s fixed.
Thomas: No, Mechanic Mommy, you have to use a hammer.
Me: [using my hand as a makeshift hammer]: Okay, it’s fixed now, Thomas.
Thomas: I am not Thomas, I am Motorcycle Racer Thomas.
Me: Oh, Sorry Motorcycle Racer Thomas. Your motorcycle is ready.
Thomas: Thank you Mechanic Mommy!
I am not making any of this up. It went on like this for at least six repetitions of the race and the accident. Hilarious. Just call me Awesome Pretender Mommy.
