Blogging has been a bit difficult the last few days because Jeff has been out some, and so Macy and I have had plenty of bonding time. I’m actually kind of savoring this time up, because I know that in just a few short months I’ll have to divide my attention between a newborn and a toddler – something I’m sure every mother would agree is not easy.
Lately, everything has been ex-CITE-ing. I don’t know where she picked it up (probably me asking her if she was excited to do something), but whenever it’s time to do something she wants to do – she’ll say, “Mommy, that’s ex-CITE-ing!” It’s pretty stinkin’ cute.
Today was another day I wished I had my camera with me. We walked down the street to the closest KFC (there are a million KFCs in this country) just to hang out, get a snack, and play at their playplace. Macy calls it the “little baby playplace”. I asked, “Macy, do you want to go to the little playplace?” “That’s ex-CITE-ing!” she said back and ran to put on her shoes.
When we got there, I asked her if she wanted corn on the cob for a snack. (Yes, they have corn on the cob at KFC for a side item. I don’t think they offer that in the States, but here, corn on the cob is very popular.) Her eyes lit up. She LOVES corn. I have no idea why. “Mommy, that’s ex-CITE-ing!”
We got up to the playplace and after she finished eating her corn, I asked if she wanted to go down the slide. “That’s ex-CITE-ing!”
I’m guessing you get the drift.
Even walking back home was ex-CITE-ing. Crossing the street was ex-CITE-ing. Buying a pear at the store downstairs to have with dinner was very ex-CITE-ing.
I think I’m going to be nominated for mom of the year.