Every time Doodles starts chanting “ma-ma-ma-ma-ma,” I run up to him, put my face in his face, and say, “Mama’s right here sweetheart. Mama is right here,” hoping that one of these days he’ll make the connection. So far all he does is look up at me as if I’m a crazy lady and switches his babble to a different sound. “La-la-la-la-la-la.” Lately he’s been working on his s<\/i> sounds.<\/p>\n
Tweedle Twirp came to spend the weekend with us, and she wanted to meet up with a high school friend, J., who now lives here. J.’s older brother is the one who got married in Tulsa last week. In high school, J. and I weren’t close at all–after all, he was just my best buddy’s kid brother–but now that we’re all grown-ups, we’ve become friendly and I really like his wife a lot. We see each other every six months or so and always have a good time. I called him up to confirm our Saturday plans and he said, “Well, can you do brunch on Sunday? I know a great place that only has brunch on Sunday.” I hesitated, and finally I said, “You know, Sunday is Mother’s Day.” J. said, sounding surprised, “Oh, is your mother coming to town?” “No,” I said. Again I hesitated, because the words sounded so alien coming from my mouth. “But, you know, I’m<\/i> a mother.” Dead silence from his end. Finally he says, “Yeah, I just keep having problems wrapping my head around that.”<\/p>\n