Yesterday, I was changing Sam and a ball bearing rolled out of his diaper. First this startled me. I asked, "Sam, were you trying to make Mommy a pearl...?"
It didn't seem to have "passed" through him...so where did it come from? He hasn't the skills to pick up such an object and digest it. So where did it come from? Matt and I are completely baffled.
I had to get my eyes dilated today (my final follow-up to Lasik surgery in January, under which terms I wasn't supposed to be pregnant, and I didn't know that I was pregnant, but I was pregnant), then Sam and I headed to the grocery. Don't try this at home. I couldn't see a damn thing near-sighted; I bought decaf coffee for God's sake, couldn't see the expiration date on the skim milk. I kind of felt my way around via familiarity, praying that I wouldn't be humiliated when unable to select "credit" or "debit" on the small checkout screen. We made it home unscathed.
We visited Derwood (99 bottles of wine on the wall, 99 bottles of wine...) and the folks at his firm today. D held Sam and Sam giggled at his awkwardness in holding an infant. Sam knows a novice when he feels one; D prefers kids when they're at the "dirt bike" stage.
I stopped by to return a bunch of cds I'd swiped from him 12 years ago. Just cleaning up the Karma. Sam flirted with the secretaries and D said, "Cute kid!" Yep.
I'm tired and Sam will be hungry in about an hour. Sigh. He's always hungry. I bought him a hippo for Christmas.
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