The Peanut Chronicles

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Bad mother stories

Oh lord. I have traumatized the Nut again. When will I learn? Today’s adventure gone wrong has nothing to do with ducks (although there is an update to that story which will come later). Today’s adventure gone wrong DOES involve water though.

Nut and I went to the car wash today. I thought, for sure, and the daddy bear agreed, that Nut would probably LOVE the car wash. You know, the colors, the water, the noise… what isn’t to love?

Well, Nut didn’t love it. Not at all. In fact, I had pulled the car into the wash and climbed out of my seat to watch the Nut’s reaction. It’s a good thing I did. He began, almost immediately, to rev up with a scream. I quickly wedged myself between the drivers and passengers seat, smooshing my boobs at an unusual direction and grabbed Nut’s hand to coo to him, “it’s all right baby, I am here.”

He didn’t scream, but he did look concerned. After awhile though, he would look at the wash that would shake the car and brush the windows, get upset and then turn and look at me and smile and coo.

But, when we got home, we hopped in the bath as we always do. This time, Nut grabbed a duck off the shelf and spent the whole time in the bathtub playing with it. Which duck? The camouflage one.

Sigh, I guess my happy hippie duck will not make the Nut a pacifist. Damn it!

Mamma C called from Alabama wanting my opinion on her son. All hell broke loose over there. It’s the butterfly effect, I swear.

Nut sleeps soundly on my lap right now. He loves to sleep on my belly. I know having him sleep on his tummy is a bad idea and probably makes me a bad mother but be sure that as soon as he is fast asleep I roll him over to his back. It’s worth it. He likes hearing my heart.