Ouchies

Andrew is quite the conversationalist. We now must relive everything that has happened numerous times a day. For example...

Andrew fell when walking on Saturday. Jeff and I strolled up to the coffee shop up the street and on the way back, we let Andrew get down and walk. Because, of course, the problem with stroller walks is that they wear out the parents but not the kid! Anyway, due to an uneven sidewalk and bad genetics, Andrew tripped. It was a weird slow motion fall that ended with him landing on his face. He was all scraped up (even inside his mouth). Poor baby. But after a few minutes of bleeding on Mommy, he wanted to keep walking. Which is not the best thing, considering that added another 20 minutes on our walk to get him mended at home. :)

Now I hear about this accident several times a day. Yesterday morning he woke up and pointed at the scrape on his finger (the only one he can see).

"Ouchie, Mommy. A-ew fell down rocks. A-ew cry. (insert fake crying) Mommy carry A-ew"

"Yes Andrew, you fell down. Are you all better?"

"So sad, Mommy. A-ew cry"

Then we get down to morning business like changing the 20 pound diaper he's created during the night and guzzling a cup of milk. When we're putting on his shirt (and by 'we put on' I mean me wrestling with the wiggle worm while he trying to get to the toy/book/wipes/discarded pjs) Andrew notices my big zit. Yup. 28 years old and still get them around my mouth. He points at it. And says:

"Mommy ouchie. Mommy fall down rocks. Mommy cry?"

Cute, eh? Unfortunately, this means we are entering the "Toddler notices every detail and must comment on it" phase. Soon I will encounter "Is there a baby in your tummy?" and "Prickly legs, Mommy" and so on and so on. I guess I should start working on that thicker skin if my greatest critic is coming to live with me!