And now for something completely different... I haven't talked much about the L'il Man lately. Not because there hasn't been anything to talk about, but because by the time my mind actually thinks to write something about his latest exploits, a dozen or more funny things have happened. OK, for a blog that claimed early on to be a SAHP stronghold, amalah.com I am not. Anyway... we have a pretty fun relationship together as it is, but things are getting a lot more fun lately. Maybe it's that we've finally come up with a temporary sleep solution here that satisfies all parties in the house. And when you're better rested, everything goes better.
At 18 months, L'il Man is an inquisitive lad who has decided he is well into his terrible twos (yes, ahead of schedule... which makes me wonder if he's going to be an engineer, or thermonuclear physicist). He's also my "cubemate," a few months shy of getting an actual laptop of his own, but helping his dad come up with new and exciting things to write about... and I'm taking notes, believe me. Once this first book is done, I think I'm going to assemble the material I have for a SAHD book. There are literally hundreds of hysterical things... like the fact that the Bandannie is thinking that everything that belongs to the L'il Man belongs to her, too. Talk about a jealous first child.
So anyway, the L'il Man is not much on plastic toys (prefers all of the dangerous adult stuff, it seems) or anything that remotely resembles kid's stuff. But he has finally gravitated to a "friend" amongst the rubble of Toyland that is our living room. He's Monkeyman... and everything that L'il Man does now, Monkeyman must also do. They read books together, have lunch together, go for car rides together and yes... well, only one of the kid's pants ends up wet or worse. Thick as thieves. The two of them have bonded in such a way that I actually had to locate another Monkeyman on Amazon.com... just in case this Monkeyman (or "muhn-kuh-mah" as he calls him) suffers some ill fate in the washer, on a field trip to the store or other random thing. Cracks me up.
I know that this blog has been all about me lately (T-minus 4 days and some odd hours, people...!) but in the grand scheme of things, it's always going to be about the L'il Man... and his diaper wearing Monkeyman... and that sometimes the L'il man IS a Monkeyman.