3 women and a baby....

after a night of painfully cute domesticity, the baby has left our abode. the ruskie spent the night in the dining room hiding from the cuteness. i'm not sure if she couldn't handle the child or the jew and i co-parenting one. it's probably a mixture of the both. although, the ruskie does like miniature things, apparently a mini-person does not qualify.

i must say, we done real good with it.

first we played with the thing. we built block houses and put all our toys in the house. the jew fixed his broken train and he fell in love with her. (side note: the jew just snorted. i'm not sure what she was laughing about. whatever it was, was apparently snort worthy.)

dinner time was totally not note worthy. peanut butter sandwiches all around. and, yes, this probably would've been our dinner even if the child hadn't been here.

after not very much effort we were able to get the child bathed. apparently he bathes himself. whodda thunk it? he kept stealing the plastic cups we were trying to use. i ended up in the bathtub with him (fully clothed) praying that the jew didn't get a mean streak and push me in fully (she didn't--though she did contemplate it).


after the bath came reading and snuggle time. reading does not consist of actual words being read off of pages as so much as it consists of the child pointing at pictures and giving the animals on the pages kisses. too cute. also, it consists of the munchkin taking his oh-so-adorable-and-soft fingers and "picking" the grass off the pictures to pass around to us. at one point he was "feeding" my boob imaginary grass. turns out he was actually "feeding" the shark logo on my sweatshirt imaginary grass. still too cute.

while the child is obviously old enough to give himself baths, he is still young enough to curl up on my chest/stomach and fall asleep. which he did after playing with my fingers for about a half hour.

at 0745 i was promptly woken up with a poke in my cheek and a "WAKE UP" screamed into my face by the little monster (not so cute this early in the morning). he was awake with a vengeance.

downstairs he bid adieu to the jew when she announced that she was leaving for work. it was a very leave it to beaver type of moment, i must say. sickeningly domestic. the ruskie left for work and all the child could ask when she left was "where's katz?" (that's his name for the jew...i couldn't teach him to be offensive this early in life).

3 minutes later he looks at me and says "where's katz?" and then went a'huntin' for her. when he realized she was not under the table, in the bathroom, or somehow hiding under his t-shirt he asked where she was again. at this point we had no other choice but to go to her work and, again, be obnoxiously domestic.

we did a lot of other things during the day, the monster and i. oh, and his mother and other aunt were around and what not. but the best was at the end when he knew he was leaving:

he goes to the jew's bedroom door, stares at it, goes up to it, kisses it, and whispers "bye, katz." it was the one place he didn't look all day and he thought she was hiding from him.

the cuteness and adorableness and domesticity of it all makes my ovaries hurt. after only 24 hours with the thing, i want one. the jew says i can't get one though. not fair, jew, not fair. (the ruskie, however, is very thankful the jew is standing firm on this, i'm sure.)