My elephantitis of the ankles is back in full force. One of my ankles was so swollen this evening I almost called the doctor. I think I will wait till Monday though.
Tomorrow I am going with my mom and sister to see Wicked. The first time I saw it I was pregnant with Tootsie. It is only fitting to see it pregnant again.
Yesterday morning Tootsie woke up crying at 4:30. Tayler went in his room with a cup of water and then proceeded to tell him he "wasn't being fair" and that he "needed to go back to sleep." Who would think that this kind of rationalization would work with a toddler? Fair? But he DID go back to sleep and had to be woken at 7:30. So I won't complain (just laugh about it)!
Tomorrow morning is Tootsie's last swim lesson. I know he will miss it since every single time we pass RDV he points and says "swimming! daddy!"
Tootsie brought home an art project today that is unidentifiable to me. Reilly told her mom it was a flower. When I asked him he also told me "flower, Leslie (his teacher), paint". So I guess it is a flower. But it is brown. I don't think I have ever seen a brown flower.
Lander came over on Thursday night to visit because he was in town to go to Gainesville. Tootsie kept calling him Parker. Hey - at least he knew it was an uncle!
I think Tootsie thinks one of his teachers is his aunt. He calls her "An Macu" the same way he calls Rachel "An Rachel". My question is, where did he get this? He just calls his other teacher by her first name.
Someone at work yesterday asked me if a rabbi would be delivering my baby. When I said no, it will be a doctor, he asked if a rabbi would be present at the birth. I have weird encounters like this at work all the time. I guess that is what happens when you throw ninety strangers into an office together.