Dirty Spoiled Rotten Scoundrel
August 06, 2007
Oh my God, can you even stand it?
A trip to Target for a picture frame and some coffee filters resulted in an inflatable Thinking Chair instead.
Luckily I have learned that a paper towel can be used instead of a coffee filter. That's one to grow on!
Not much else to report here. Still marking time until our assessment on Thursday, still alternating between worry and heartburn and feeling pretty optimistic about everything, especially since Noah said "bye-bye Dada" this morning, all by himself, the first time we've EVER heard two words put together, even if "bye-bye" still sounds suspiciously like "ball-ball."
He's saying "truck" again, but now we've lost "car." I blame the SUV market, frankly.
We also went back to that Moroccan restaurant (shut up. the bastilla is soooo freaking gooood.) with some friends, and after insisting OVER AND OVER LIKE ASSHOLES that we needed to go early, before the belly dancing, because Noah would freak out otherwise, well...you can probably guess what happened.
We were just waiting for our check when I noticed it was pretty close to dancing time, so I pulled Noah onto my lap and told him that "the pretty sparkly lady is going to come out and dance, but if you don't like it we will go outside and play, okay?"
I don't think he heard me, because he was too busy FALLING COMPLETELY IN LOVE with the dancer and at one point jumped off my lap, ran right to her and...well. He shook his little diapered booty and danced with her.
Everybody in the restaurant started clapping for him and I pulled that "OH GOD I'm so EMBARRASSED" face while I led him back to our table but then Jason and I looked at each other and just started grinning like big sappy damn fools.