Each morning, I wake up and instead of lounging lazily, snuggling with my baby, we rush out of bed and into the bathroom. (And here I thought potty training would make my life easier...) Even before he's done peeing, it starts: "Go, go go! Toot, toot! Go, go, go!"
He's incessant. He pushes on my legs, leans his whole 25 pound mass against me, and urges me, "Go, go, go!" He isn't satisfied until I've set up all three of his train tracks, and put the appropriate battery-powered engine on each track. Then, he sits back and sighs in relief because all is right with the world.
For the next twelve hours, those little engines will chug around their tracks dutifully. Throughout the day, he'll go back to them and play for a bit, then he'll wander off. But if I dare to turn them off, even for a few minutes, he's right back at it, "Go, go, go! Toot, toot!"
I made the unfortunate mistake of buying a "Talking Thomas" train engine the other day. Now, the soundtrack of my day consists of, "I'm Thomas, the number one blue engine!" and "Cinders and ashes!" Then there's this one: "My Special Special is ready to go!"
Perhaps if I'd ever watched Thomas the Tank Engine, I would know why he says such a thing. But I haven't, and I don't. Instead, I can only wonder what on earth a "Special Special" is. And, it could be that I'm slowly losing my mind as a result of the never-ending train noises in my house (or as a result of the anxiety attacks I feel coming on hourly as a result of my completely unresponsive real estate agent...but that's a story for another day), but every time I hear, "My Special Special is ready to go," I can't help but hear some kind of weird, sexual innuendo. But, on the bright side, it makes me giggle every time!
P.S. Sorry for my long absence, friends. Life has gotten the best of me these past few weeks, but I'm back. Hopefully for good!
P.P.S. Thanks to aforementioned trains, we now go through four batteries a day. A day! I'll give you one guess what the only thing on my list for Santa will be this year...