Part of the dry through the night success with toby has been midnight visits to the toilet, escorted by shane or myself (whoever stays up latest.)
Toby is so cute as he stumbles robot-like to the bathroom with a gentle hand guiding his way through the dark and silent night. He is really still asleep. So much so that we have to help him guide his penis in the right direction otherwise he just thrusts his hips forward and lets it fly all over the bathroom. Everywhere but in the toilet. I think being the cleaner of the bathroom makes me a little bit better at making the target and penis match up. Obviously though the extra attention to the details of target practice wake him up just a bit more.
The other night when i marched him stiff legged into the bathroom he was feeling chatty. Toby, being who he is, was oblivious to the fact that it was the middle of the night and the house was asleep so he spoke in his normal voice which is deep and loud and scratchy; "did anyone get drunk tonight?"
At first i had no idea what he was talking about and just said "no, nobody got drunk."
After i put him back in bed i remembered that he had spent the entire 2 1/2 hours at the baseball game collecting beer bottles and bottle caps and someone had joked that he would be drunk from the fumes. I didn't think he had even heard it.
I am always amazed at what they hear and what they choose to retain. The things that become memories for them.
When we were at a party after our fair the other night the kids were having log rolling contests on the lawn while the adults cheered them on from the balcony. I was overcome with the smell of freshly smooshed grass and beer on the breaths of all the men. It brought back my own flood of memories of nights with my parents enjoying themselves with friends while we played kick the can out on the grass.
The repetition of these memories amazes me. That i am doing the same things that my parents once did. That i am experiencing the same joys and happiness of friends and family.
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I notice that too. The joys and happiness, the flashbacks of my childhood memories. But, then, I wake up going "oh NO! I'm as old as my parents were when I was little... boo hoo."
Posted by MommyMaki | May 30, 2006 10:20 AM