funny

we were waiting at the dance studio for the completion of briar's tap class, when jacob approached me saying he needed to whisper in my ear. he does that. we (jacob, char & 1)headed off for the bathroom, leaving baby h with my friend connie. he wasn't convinced he could actually poop in the studio's loo, because he'd never done it before. i assured him it was safe, and friendly (the walls are a happy yellow color). a discusion about how colors make us feel ensued, with the surprisingly astute charles commenting that "red makes me mad; orange makes me feel happy." so j-dog, after a long, laborious process (apparently i had put his mind at ease and made him feel so comfy he decided to stretch this out like he does at home. he loves to "sit on the potty and relax") we were scrubbing hands in the sink.
j:"why is it filled with flamingo spit, mom?"
me: "huh?"
j: why is the soap container filled with flamingo spit?"
so i examine the bottle, and guess what's on the outside? two flamingos. gotta love that kid. he told me on saturday (we had a brief hot spell after snow and rain for a week) that he was "sweating hot - like a boiling egg" because i sweatered him before letting him go outside.
my best birthday present ever came from j-dog this morning. we had a rough night last night; emotions ran high and i came down uncharacteristically hard on him. he cried himself to sleep while i fumed in the bathtub. so i was surprised this morning, at 7 am, when he whispered to me in a sleep-fogged voice: "happy birthday, mom". i had gone in after waking up from a strange, panic-filled dream to caress his little blond head. i didn't expect it to wake him. he's like me, a late sleeper and like his dad - a heavy sleeper. the first words out of his mouth were for me, after i let him go to sleep with a tear-soaked pillow. i didn't even tell him it was my birthday. sweet boy.