"Sound like a good idea?"

How about some cute Andrew stories?

So his latest phrase is "sound like a good idea?". He will ramble on for a while, usually unitelligably, and end with that phrase. Yesterday I was taking a shower while he watched Clifford. He runs in the bathroom saying something urgently. Normally this urgency is to tell me what Clifford is up to. So I poke my head out of the shower and he tells me, "Mommy, phone is ringing". I told him that they would leave a message, don't worry about it. His response: "Mommy take a shower, and Andrew answer the phone, sound like a good idea?". So darn cute! When he talks to my mom on the phone, he almost always breaks her heart by saying "How about you come to my house in 2 minutes, sound like a good idea?" (My Memere has been in the hospital for about 4 weeks now, and my mom hasn't been able to do ANYTHING else...she's actually supposed to be in Italy right now and had to cancel...can you imagine?)

My sister was visiting this week...okay, who am I kidding...she was working for me ;). She was kind enough to spend several days of her spring break hanging out with her barfing big sister and schizo nephew. Woo-hoo! She changed poopy diapers, cooked dinner, and just generally was a life saver to me. Thank you! Anyway, we were eating dinner while she was here, and all of a sudden Andrew pushed his bowl away (I think he'd eaten one bite). Jeff pushed it back at him. Andrew shoved it and said "I can't eat it...I'm too nervous". We all cracked up, which just made him say it over and over. We finally asked if he was full, which he nodded emphatically at.

He has lost interest in the whole throwing up thing (thank goodness). The most interest I get is when I come out he will pat my back and say "Good job getting sick, Mom". Thanks, Andrew!

These are all the cute things he does. Shall I shatter your image of this angelic boy with all the other demonic things he does every day? Like throwing a complete crying fit when Shadow licked his hand the other day (uh, doesn't she do that 1000 times a day?) Or yesterday on the way to the Playground (that indoor heaven) he started insisting that he didn't want to go there, he wanted to go to the play place in our mall (yes, Louisville is AWESOME). So we drive all the way to the mall. As we are parking, he starts saying, "No red boat, mommy, want the playground". So I drag my screaming child into the mall to teach him that when he makes a decision, that's it. I'm sure everyone was watching me thinking, "Uh, I don't think he's in the mood today, miss". What else? Oh, he's the total bargainer now. He asks for milk, which he gets cold, then refuses to drink it, because he knows it will be room temperature soon enough. So he carries it around for a while until it reaches an acceptable temperature. It will be naptime, or time to leave, or anything he doesn't want to do and he'll immediately say, "Andrew play cars first, timer go beep beep and THEN I'll ---fill in the blank---, sound like a good idea?"

In other updates...I've kept dinner down 2 nights in a row now...could this be a turning point? Jeff has started looking at job sights...his one year anniversary at the Louisville plant is April 4th, so he feels safe applying elsewhere now. I heard a nice strong heartbeat on Tuesday...nothing sounds so good. I get an ultrasound in 2 months!!! What do I want (I get asked that every day)? I had the most vivid dream of taking care of a newborn last night. I saw the baby's face in detail, imagined breastfeeding, you name it. And it was a boy. And I was so incredibly happy about it. I just kept patting his back thinking how greatful I was Andrew had a brother, and how much I loved this little boy...a very sweet dream. So I guess I really want a boy. Except that I had an almost identical dream several weeks ago, and it was a baby girl. So maybe I just want another baby...gender not important. That's nice, since it's already been decided and I didn't get to choose anyway!