madden happy: Soak up some Beckham.

If I didn't have this inability to stand up straight, look down, and still see my feet (meaning, the belly bump has shown UP), I would think that I woke up this morning in early October... or maybe one of those non-rainy mornings in May... The air was per-fect. Once upon a time a few years ago, I spent a summer in NYC. I would wake up and walk to work, and the air felt just like it did today. If there's anything that makes me want to do full Sound-of-Music-Maria-in-the-mountains-twirls in my driveway, it's when the morning feels crispy and fresh like that.

I took B to the park this morning to soak it up.

We had the whole place to ourselves, and I was thinking about how nice it was and how glad I was that there wasn't a big group of big kids to play too rough and make my job as nearby mom difficult. I was also thinking about how it was a couple of years ago when we were getting ready for B to come, but I was clinging on to my last few days with only JB. I find myself in that same place... wanting to soak up these last months before we add a new playmate to the mix.

Funny story of the day: We were on the way to school, and Beckham started yelling, "horsey! horsey! horsey!" Because we had just passed someone's yard with no horses in sight, I asked JB for clarification. Jane Bradley said he was saying what I thought, and I joked with her that I didn't know why he would say that because there weren't any horses... She said, "Well, mom, he probably used his best eyes to see it." She completely believed him. Then she asked him what color was it? Red? Yellow? Blue? Orange? Yes, confirmed Beckham. JB said, "He says it was an orange horsey. I'm sure he used his best eyes to see it was a horsey, and then he used his regular eyes to see what color it was."

Last night, we went out for hibachi. (Fried rice is on the list of some of my most frequently craved foods this time around.) Brad sat on the end with Beckham, so he could rescue him from the crazy man throwing knives and setting the table on fire.

I took B to male wonderland, aka Lowes. How do they all love this place so much? I'm convinced it comes on the y chromosome... He wanted to meet every tractor. He wanted to know why they wouldn't drive around the store... Imagining that makes me laugh...