the last time we were in michigan penn rolled over for the first time. it was just my sister and i there for the stupendous moment. i was still caught up in the miracles of baby and my sister was 17 and i think i saw a hint of "my sister's gone crazy" in her eyes and maybe just a tinge of, "you can stop telling every last person that the kid just rolled over today."
kidding. we love you aunt lise.
so, who knows what will happen this time. alls i know is that mom's got great big construction equipment contraption things. big yellow metal things that haul and lift and blow away snow and these are precisely the things that my son is obsessed with. most kids? they go to the zoo. my kid? we take trips to see the cranes. or john deere. and we just love us some catapillar stuff. if you have a baby boy, this will all make sense.
i didn't get everything done that i should have. i'm going to try to get as much as i can from there. it might be hard 'cause right now i'm dreaming of ben folds playing in kalamazoo, an hour away from where i'm staying. . . . .the dream is that tickets will be cheap and i can give away my baby for a night and load up my sister and brother for a night of drooling. and not that baby kind that makes giggles and penn speak: "ewwwww, slobby!"
pms brings out the sarcastic in me. i swear to god, i started my period for the first time ever, back when there were periods to be starting, and every time i see my mother i am carrying five pounds of bloat with me. these are the sorts of traditions that should be broken.