
So, in case you haven't heard, today, Nov. 18th, Mickey Mouse turns a whopping 81 years old. (So, Pedersen family, I guess that qualifies him as an "old hoagie," right?) He has changed a little as he's aged throughout the years, but I'd love to look as good as he does on my 81st birthday. Here's to another 81 years!
On another note, Soren and I went to the park today and played for almost an hour. He LOVES it, especially now that he can run around and climb on things by himself. Probably about 6 weeks ago we went to the park and he was kind of scared to go down the slides with me. He didn't cry, but kept trying to turn around and was clinging to my shirt. When we went back 2 weeks ago I wasn't expecting much, but he absolutely loved the slide and now he'll walk right up and practically throw himself off all by himself. (I have to remind him to sit down first.) It is so much fun to see him so excited about it.
Today also marks his first "real" bloody battle wound, as Soren tripped on the sidewalk and hit his mouth forward on the ground. Ouch! It wasn't really that bad (in fact, when he first fell I was thinking, "why the heck is he crying so hard? He must just be tired" because I thought he just fell on his tummy and hands) but it did bleed a little and it left him with a really cute little fat upper lip. :-) I'm sure this is the first of many to come...
It is so much fun to be able to really play with Soren these days. I mean, it's a pain chasing him around now that he is at the "human tornado" stage as he tears from room to room, but it's cool that he is starting to get it when we play.
Today he actually threw up a little. (I'm hoping it's nothing, so we'll see how tomorrow goes.) And when I say "a little" I mean that he emptied the entire contents of his stomach twice tonight. Once all over the carpet and the bathroom floor and once all over himself, me, his blanket, and Eeyore. Lovely. The good thing is that he's still been really happy and he loved having two baths. The point of the throw-up story is that after his second bath, he was laying on his changing table and I was putting on a diaper and I was joking with him about being "throw-up boy." Then I gave him a little replay action and said, "This is what Soren did:" after which I made a lovely puking sound and pretended to throw up on him. (Lovely, I know.) Let me tell you, he started busting up laughing. I mean, he thought this was the funniest thing ever. So, of course, I did it again. And again. And again. I seriously thought he was going to make himself sick just by laughing so hard. I have never heard him go that crazy laughing, so it was cracking me up too. He is just such a happy, silly kid and I love it that he can interact with Hunter and me like a real little person. Because obviously if he thinks I'm that funny, he must have a very keen sense of humor. After a ridiculous evening cleaning up a bunch of barf by myself (since Hunter was gone at class), it was one of those golden moments that I will remember and cherish.
Mom life -- it sure isn't super glamorous, but it's fun. :-)
(Mickey picture was taken from disneyclipart.com.)

