Don’t know why that phrase has been in my mind all morning. It’s the Dan Ackroyd/Jane Curtain SNL bit from the 70s. Funny how things creep into your head, isn’t it?

So, Miss Hadley is lying in my bed right now with a 103.5 degree fever. She promptly fell asleep. Poor baby. It’s a little spooky when she has a high fever. She gets really quiet, sheet white, shivers until her teeth chatter and wants me to lay right next to her. I’ve been pumping her full of fluid and gave her some Motrin.

I dragged the kids to Costco this morning because she SEEMED ok. While in the medicine aisle my worst fear happened. We passed a heavier woman and Hadley said “Wow, that lady sure is fat. I bet she has a baby in her belly.”

I felt my whole body blush. Luckily, we were past the woman and I didn’t have to interact with her because I was mortified.

“Hadley, that’s not polite to say that someone is fat, sweetheart.” I said quietly.

She just sort of looked at me. Because from her point of view, it wasn’t an insult. It was just an observation. I wish I could have explained it better but she had moved on and I didn’t want to belabour the point.

She’s so full of imagination and curiosity. Yesterday we were driving and the following conversation took place:

“Mom, when I was born, how did I get out of your belly?”

“You just came out of my belly!” I said cheerily.

“No, but how did I get out?” she said.

“You just came out of my belly!” I again said cheerily sort of shrinking down in the seat because I knew where this was going.

“NO, Mom. HOW did I get out? Where did I come out?” She said obviously irritated with her chauffeur.

“You came out of my vagina.” I finally said, hoping that would be the end of it.

“Oh. Hm. I thought I came out your belly button.” she said deep in thought.

“Nope. You came out my vagina.”

“Did I just slip out?” She said.

“Pretty much.”

“Well, did I have fun? Was I laughing when I was sliding out?” She said giggling to herself at the thought of a big slide I’m sure.

“Um, I don’t know, honey. I don’t remember.”

And with that the conversation ended.

Our darling baby Finn has evolved from being a “particular” baby to a demanding, ranting toddler. He’s like a mini Pavarotti, stomping around squawking for things that he wants and when that doesn’t work he squawks louder. He has always been very chatty but lately there are full on soliloquies on the joys of fruit snacks versus the mundanity of bananas. I dropped him off at the Club daycare area to go to Yoga and when I came to pick him up he rushed at me, tried to put on his coat and turned around and said “Bye bye!” to the two ladies working there. It just seemed so big kid to me.  I think he’s getting closer to saying “Mama” now. Thank God.

The house is quiet and it’s bliss.