How much do I love Thomas?

I can't even tell you.

Today I got a large, flat package in the mail, which turned out to be a large cutout of a mole from my favorite Danish children's book "Muldvarpen, der ville vide, hvem der havde lavet lort på dens hoved", or The Mole Who Wanted to Know Who Shit on His Head".

I know I'm supposed to hang it up for the Kid in her room, but leaving it in the living room makes me giggle.











This week has been really crazy with work and finding time every day to work out. School is closed for two weeks, and my parents have been watching the Kid for 6 hours a day. Don't get me wrong, I'd be lost without them, but those 6 hours leave me five hours to work, exercise, get my own stuff done, have lunch, blah, blah, blah.

I wind up working about 3 - 3 1/2 hours during the day, and another 5 at night after she goes to bed.

I can't wait until school starts again.

It has been nice, though, to have a little extra time with her, even at the cost of my beloved sleep. We're both tan, and have been getting to the beach and swimming at the pool. We do more errands together, and she helps me clean. However, since I've been trying to get at least 45 minutes of exercise in, seven days a week, the apartment has gone to the shitter. Today will be a BIG clean up day. She likes to follow me around with her little toy vacuum, which is always fun.

We came home the other day and Betty had taken a turn on the pavement - Betty being the newest addition to her toy collection. My child, who has a WEIRD aversion to dirt (ok, it's from me) immediately ran to me with Betty, yelling "Betty's DIRTY!!" I was juggling seven grocery bags and fishing through my keys with my teeth and two fingers trying to pull out the one for the front door, and I think I mumbled something like, "Ok, baby, we'll put her in the wash..."

Hours later, I was putting the Kid to bed, and couldn't find Betty anywhere. I didn't even mention her name, lest my 2 1/2 year old fixate on finding her, and put the Kid to bed with a kiss and perfunctory pat on the head.

I went into the kitchen to wash any leftover dishes, and there was Betty, in the "wash". The sink that my child can't reach without standing on her absolute tip toes, and definately can't see over. She just knows that's where mommy goes to wash stuff. And in went Betty.

God, I love little kids.

And Thomas.

:)