So, I still have a two year old. And although he is occasionally prone to lying on the floor, overcome with emotion at the shear audacity of me saying something like "let's get in the car" or "no more juice", mostly two is an age I'm really loving.
Declan's always been, let's say...assertive, but now he's a straight up ornery little stinker. I love it. Tonight at the restaurant, Declan dropped his milk and instead of asking me or Rich to pick it up for him, he scanned the crowd and, making eye contact with anyone who would look back, began loudly announcing "everybody, I dropped my milk, everybody!" over and over again at the top of his lungs while searching the crowd for new friends. Because what's happening with him is, and should be, front page news at all times. If he can get an audience of strangers, he will let them in on every aspect of his life.
This week, on our way to the wading pool, we passed two men sitting on a bench. They were, um let's say, really enjoying their Wednesday afternoon. And they noted what a cute little kiddo I had with me. And Declan, basking in these drunk strangers' attention, let them know the most important development in his recent life. He turned to them and proudly announced, "I pooped on the couch" (he did) and while the men and I were laughing, he put the cherry on the stranger sundae and announced "and Mommy cleaned it up" (I did). Awesome. But it was not the end. After a full hour at the pool, we were traipsing back to the car, when we passed the drunkards' bench again. They, of course, remembered us. And Declan, he remembered them too. He approached the bench and pointed and started in again "I pooped on the couch!" he yelled. But I pulled him away before he could revisit the part about me cleaning it up. I could hear the men giggling all the way back to our car. I was completely sure that was the story from the day that they'd be bringing home. Buuuut, as I loaded Declan in the car, alas, they were being cuffed and stuffed into a cop car. I really hope it was for public drunkenness. But I'm still seriously contemplating getting a leash.
Because in December there will be two. Two Corcoran kids! I'll have to rename the blog. Right now it would be The Declan and Baby in My Belly Report. What do you think?
I am 14 weeks now and finally starting to feel better, although I did have to run out on Fox In Sox mid tongue twister to go throw up last week. I'm hoping that's the last time. Other than that, I've been really exhausted and poor Declan has watched way more TV than I care to admit. So feeling better is a really big deal around here. Mostly for Rich who has done the other half of the week's single parenting while I've been laid up in bed.
And when the baby comes, Rich will be home for two months, but then it will be back to normal. Which, for us, means Rich gone Monday through Thursday. Yes, I am already freaked out about how I will possibly get enough sleep or have enough energy to survive those early months. But, I'll have to do what I always do: get through it. There are a lot worse things in this world than having two children to take care of. I can do it. I may not be climbing up the corporate ladder, but I'm getting a crash course in management, let me tell you. And if all else fails, I'll get a nanny. Or maybe just a lot of take out.
I'll leave you with my favorite Declan quotes:
"I know, I know! How about...pretzels?" (at snack time)
"I'm being silly" (while laying on the floor flailing his arms and kicking his legs) Oh, and "silly" is pronounced "slilly"
"Declan gets a chocolate milk and a cookie" (right as Dec and Rich walk into Target while pointing to the Starbucks)
"Ryan, where are you, Ryan?" (after we saw his friend Ryan at Target and he walked off with his mom. This was also at the top of his lungs and repeated for five straight minutes)
Until Next Time...
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