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Mar and Me (and Monkeyblanket)

Today was supposed to be the day that we all went to Disneyland. However, Marcus and I are recovering from a cold, so we revised the plan: Erin and Owen would go to Disneyland, Marcus and I would recover at home.

Mar and I had a great time today, despite feeling a little under the weather. I was a bit apprehensive at the beginning of the day because I haven't spent a day alone with Marcus since he's been mobile. Man, I just realized how sad that is right as I typed it, but it's been a busy busy year for me at work.

Well, I shouldn't have worried because Mar is a great kid. It dawned on me that as a parent you of course love your child. But there's nothing to say that your kid actually has to be a cool person. Let me tell you, Marcus is a really cool little guy! Ever since he started walking earlier this month, his personality has really bloomed. He just goes about his business with a smile on his face all day long, looking for ways to make people around him laugh.

One thing I really had hammered home today is that Mar loves his Monkeyblanket. Aunties Liz and Lindsay give him the blanket a while ago and he has really built a relationship with that thing. Picture a miniature bear-skin rug with extremely soft fur and a monkey head. Wherever Marmar goes, Monkeyblanket comes along.

After his nap, I forgot to take it out of the crib, and after getting his diaper changed, he ran around the house for a while without his blanket. After about 10 minutes, he walked into the kitchen where I was fixing lunch. With a concerned look on his face and he said, "Uh?!" He then ran back into his room where I found him trying to pull the blanked through the crib bars, but the monkey's head was stuck on the other side. He looked at me like, "Now do you see my problem? Care to give me a hand?" So I pulled Monkey out and handed it to him. Mar threw it on the floor, flopped down belly first on top of it, hugged it, and, if I'm not mistaken, started murmuring sweet nothings in Monkeyblanket's ear. (He's gonna hate stories like this when he's 15.)

The rest of the day we kicked a soccer ball around the back yard, ate Trader Joe's chicken-fried rice, played hide-n-seek in the sliding-door closets, and played with Owen's train set (a rare treat for Marcus since big brother would have been none too pleased to see him mess up the order of the cars in his train).

All in all, it was a great day!


Amy Pousson said…
"bearskin rug with a monkey head instead of a bear's head" is exactly how I've been describing that thing to my friends. Oh, and I am working on perfecting my imitation of Erin's imitation of Marcus walking. :)

Tell Erin to give us a Disneyland report!!
mama mia said…
I miss my morning kisses from mar-mar and the monkey blanket....can't wait till december!

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