An update to our woeful tale of delayed mail. I had lunch in the city with my friend Molly, who cleverly suggested that I hit the Virgin Megastore by Powell Street, where they were sure to have Bam Bam Diddly. So I did. And they did. And didn't I feel like Mommy Victorious, braving the BART and the big city and the uncomfortable shoes just to make my baby's day. I could just picture his sad little face miraculously breaking into a huge glow of joy when I returned from work triumphantly bearing the long-awaited disc.
Of course, if you are over the age of 8, you know where this story is going. Yes, it came in the mail about 1/2 an hour after I schlepped downtown in the middle of my workday to get it. But all's well that ends well. And yes, it was the happiest day of Nate's life, I'm pretty sure.
Then Jonah started busting out with some genuinely big kid conversation pieces. Today after I buckled his seat belt, he got very upset that he hadn't had a chance to do it himself and started bawling. So I had to come back around, unbuckle him, and let him do it all by himself. This cheered him up. "I crying," he explained, "because you hurt my feelings." I'm not saying I'm accepting blame for breaking his spirit by buckling him into his carseat without anticipating that this would be the one in 600 times that he wanted to do it himself, but I did like his story. Later, after I was cracking up at one or another of his antics, he commented, "I make people laugh because I funny!" So true.
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