It’s been that hot in Delaware the past few days, and to be quite honest, I’m not sure how I’ve survived [answer: central air and lots and lots and lots of water].
Look, I don’t know how pregnant women did it in the summer before central air. Butter was born in July [OMG, he’ll be 2 in a little over 2 weeks], and that was a miserable summer for me. This one is worse, and I don’t have the benefit of having an outside baby before it’s over. I made a reference to feeling like the Wicked Witch of the West sans bucket of water the other day. Took Husband a good 20-30 seconds to “get” what I meant.
Butter had another episode of Attach-Himself-to-Mommyitis at school today. My theory is that there’s something going on in his class that he doesn’t like, because we never had this problem with his first class. Half the time he’d take off running the second I opened the door. His Grandma says he’s fine when she picks him up – not in a hurry to go, but doesn’t necessarily want to leave right away – so I know he’s eventually warming up to the teacher/other students. I just don’t know what’s causing the attachment issues he’s got when we first get there. I plan to call and speak with someone about it to find out if any of the other kids are having this problem, or if it’s maybe because he’s only there one day a week. [Again, wasn’t a problem with his other class.] I’ve also got a theory that his recent outbursts of “GO AWAY!” have something to do with that class, but I can’t confirm that. I just know that it started about the time he transitioned and we’ve been having problems with it ever since.
In other news – tomorrow is BabyPhan’s anatomy scan. I’m excited. Hopefully the baby will cooperate and we’ll find out if it’s BabyBoyPhan or BabyGirlPhan, because we haven’t even begun to have a good discussion on what we’re naming this child who will be here in a little over 20 weeks. With Butter, we knew before we knew that he was a he.
We had a great Fourth of July. We were invited by one of my twitter buddies to a pool party. I have pictures on my camera to share, but I haven’t uploaded them yet. Butter had a blast. He took off for the slide in the deep end and for the next twenty minutes all I heard was “Again Mommy!” because he enjoyed it that much. We did the fireworks thing, but left early because he started to have a minitantrum and we just didn’t want that to happen in front of our friends. Of course he was completely well behaved and wide awake for the 45 minute drive home [at 10 pm].