Where's the Q?

Over the weekend, we made a family trip to the grocery store. It was successful. When we arrived home, I let Emma unload several sacks. She had a very good time taking cereal, pasta, and other products in sturdy packaging out of the sack and setting in on the floor.

After we finished putting everything away, I noticed that she was walking around 'shushing' something. Whatever it was, she was having a very good time mothering it. Of course, I carefully spied on her (as any good mother would do). She had taken the bag of popcorn out, and decided that it made a darn good baby. While we were sitting in the living room, she even took a doll out of her stroller to make room for the popcorn! She named it 'corn', and has been spotted mingling with it on multiple occasions since.

Little Owen slept like a baby last night. Of course, the moment I even think about him becoming a better sleeper he proves me wrong. Nevertheless, it was a much needed night of sleep for the entire family.

This evening I got the hiccups, and Owen thought it was hilarious. He laughed. It was such a fantastic moment. It seems like we have spent so much time comforting him and trying to help him feel better that we have missed out on him just being a baby. It was so much fun to lay with him and just giggle.

After he had gone to sleep, I spent some time with Emma. We laid on the couch and read books. She thought that trying to point to the pictures with her feet instead of her hands was hilarious. It was fun to be silly and try to make her stop. I don't do a very convincing mean mom sometimes. I was in the middle of a book, and she abruptly climbed on top of me. After she had plopped a foot on either side of me, she began to point to all the letters on my shirt and name them. I was very impressed (as any good mother would be). After she finished with my shirt, she began to sing the alphabet song. She got to "q", and said, "where's the q?". She then began to look around the room, as if it would be sitting in a chair or something. It is really fun to share these moments of childhood.

Did I mention that I have given up coffee? If you know me, you understand that this is indeed a great tragedy. Ok, I'm being melodramatic. What is a word for something that is almost a great tragedy, that's what this is. I know, I know, it's terrible. But we think that Owen is doing better because I have not had it. Although I had hoped it would not come to this, here we are. But, I think I'll stay off of it for awhile, and then sneak it in once in awhile and see how he does. (Isn't that what a good mother would do?)