Total Recall

It's been a Mothers' Day weekend full of mom-related news and events. First, mazel tov to grandma on her engagement -- we're so happy for her and J! On Mothers' Day proper, I got the boys downstairs and tried to let Meh sleep in a bit (note that it's all relative for us, getting up at 4:30 or 5 most days). We started making mommy breakfast to bring her in bed, and O really got into the act, helping me beat the eggs, pretending to make his own pancakes on his stove, and so on. (Z assisted by overseeing us while eating cereal and drinking juice.) Anyway, O was very intent on helping me bring the breakfast upstairs to mommy, and at 7 am it got to be too much and we had to head up. I soon discovered the source of his interest: he climbed into bed with mommy and proceeded to help her eat her breakfast. I'm still finding crumbs in bed two days later.

Anyway, a few hours later we went into city with two moms (mima and Meh) for some yummy international district Chinese food. The boys had fun with their chopsticks, and in restaurant number two (yes, it was a progressive lunch), they got to sit next to the lobster and crab tank; both boys found the sea creatures fun to watch, and thankfully we were all able to enjoy a mostly civilized lunch. The boys were given lollipops on our way out of the second dim sum restaurant. On the walk to the car, O managed to drop and shatter his -- though thankfully he wasn't too upset. (He did fall apart when we detoured to the Asian grocery store, particularly when we couldn't find lollipops, but then again, we were well into naptime.) Z incidentally dropped his onto the pavement as well -- but managed to pick it back up and put it into his mouth before I could get to it. Ugh, though perhaps still not quite as gross as the time he rubbed a lollipop on the carpet of a barber shop in between licks.

Anyway, so O was asking about lollipops as we headed home, and Meh said that yes, after his nap, he could have a lollipop. We walked upstairs, read some stories, and then put him to bed with a song. Sure enough, when O woke up two and a half hours later, his first words were "Go downstairs and have a lollipop!" And he did.