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Monday 4am to Friday 11:59pm

This week, I have been on my own with my belly and the Bug while my husband has been in New Orleans for his school's seventh grade class trip.  

Highlights and lowlights:



One morning, a woman I work with said that she liked my hair - and especially my bangs.  I thanked her but wondered if they were really bangs?  Are bangs still bangs if they are unintentional?

I have avoided discussing the following topic on this blog in an effort to protect Future Mommas-In-Training from running far, far away from ever trying to get pregnant, but now it is time.

This morning, in an effort to avoid Day Three of piling all of my hair on top of my head and twisting it into the sorry result of what would happen if a pony tail and a bun got together, I got out the curling iron.  

Several things are worth noting at this point.  


The Art of Making Dances

I always imagined that any baby of mine would be a dancer - of some sort.  When the Bug was a newborn, my husband and I each carried and bobbed the Bug to music in the living room.  When he was a few months old, I put Bug into a baby carrier and tried to re-enact the Waltz of the Flowers.  As he grew older and developed more gross motor skills, I tried again and again to tap into his little dancing spirit.  

All of this was to no avail.  I finally resigned myself to the possibility that the Bug was not motivated to move to music.  No big deal.  He does not need to love dancing.  Momma Lesson learned.

Then, one day last week, he started dancing, and his moves are awesome.  His path is best described as meandering.  When he travels, he travels fast.  When he is in one place, his feet move quickly forward and back and a little to the side.  During one of his recent dances, those feet were in a frenzy and ended up stepping over each other in some sort of stationary grapevine, resulting in his landing on the floor, legs crossed, and looking up with a big smile.  

Doris Humphrey believed that all dances are too long, and I agreed with her until last week.  The Bug's dances will never be long enough.

what's in a name

I want to use this opportunity to change Baby's name on this blog.  I hereby pronounce that Baby is not a baby anymore.  To continue to refer to him as Baby is inaccurate and erodes the authenticity of the word.  Further, and more to the point, there is the expected arrival of Special Agent Dos in early October.  Therefore, henceforth, Baby shall be known as The Fraggle Bug, or Frags or Bug for short.