The List of Words

This is really something only a mother cares about, but I'm that mother and tant pis pour toi!

Words Simon says (well, all I can remember right now):

bath, duck, dog, no, down, up, on, nose, ball, book, cat, key, man, boy, girl, baby, bye-bye, mommy, daddy, egg, pear, belt, clock, car, shoe, fan, music, milk, breast, knee, toe, towel, bra, train, mole, eye, mouse, water, bean, bread, more, pen, papa, nonna, Esthela, John, pillow, grandma, can, spoon, bowl, boat, boom, cookie, arm, comb, bunny, funny, pig, dart, goal, go, gummy, apple, juice, blanket, night-night, Rose, Kanga, Roo, Pooh, Mickey, Minnie, Thomas, Nemo, Po, Laa-Laa, Dipsy, Tinky Winky, Noo-Noo, Jackie, Ron, Simon, Elmo, bubble, Spot, Ollie, turtle, shirt, cup, broccoli, Gonzo, macaroni, monkey, yoyo, fish, vacuum, camera, grass, bluebell, booboo, light, phone, Hector, ravioli, yummy, ant, tummy, chest, pan (Spanish for "bread"), pasa (Spanish for "raisin"), yay, whee, door, Amy, banana, hello, cow

I know there are some more, but it's hard to think of them.

Another Story

I've got a better story now. Okay, not so much a story as little "snapshots" of non-horrible things...

One day last week I tried to get Simon to take his second nap, but he wasn't interested. I gave up and started to cook dinner. I held Simon most of the time, but put him down to chop veggies and stuff. I was mostly done--just had to boil the water for the pasta--when Simon tugged at me and said "nah-nah." Huh? He kept saying it and pointing toward the hallway. Finally, I realized he was saying "night-night"--he wanted to take his nap. So we took it.

Simon is saying more and more words (I've counted over 50 words he uses on a regular basis) and saying them better and better every day. Three days ago he couldn't say his name at all well--"ehmah" or something like that. Today I said to him, "Can you say Simon?" He smiled and said "Shymuhn." He's working on the "s" sound these days, which comes out as "sh." He normally calls Esthela "Dah," but today, for the first time, he said "Shtela." He's very proud of his accomplishments, too.

A few days ago Simon grabbed Michael's horchata drink from a Mexican take-out place and put the straw in his mouth. I thought he was just playing with it, but I noticed it seemed like he was drinking. After a while he dribbled some of the white horchata out of his mouth. Yep, he was drinking. I thought you had to teach toddlers how to use a straw. Simon figured it out on his own, seemingly without much effort.

Super Fun Happy Love Time

Let me tell you a story about a woman whose in-laws are being sued for a very large amount of money after defaulting on a commercial property lease. Well, it turns out that her husband, as co-signer of the lease, is also being sued for this very large amount of money. And since her husband is the only party with assets, he is the one who is going to have to pay the very large amount of money. Even though he had nothing to do with the property and only co-signed on the lease as a favor to his pleading, promising, "nothing will go wrong" guaranteeing mother. She needed the property for her business and couldn't get it without someone else's good credit. And then her business failed due to gross incompetence and irrational behavior (she may have purchased some "magic beans" for half a million dollars--that would not surprise me). Deeply in debt and without a business, she still had an expensive lease she couldn't get out of. And so now her son, for being stupid enough to lend his name to one of his mother's crazy schemes, is seriously fucked.

Actually, that story is no good. Let me tell you another. Hmm... I'll get back to you.