Career day

If I had to guess the baby's eventual profession based only on what I know of her now, I would be fairly confident in saying podiatrist. She walks around all day with a broken stethoscope hanging from her neck, and the kid is COMPLETELY obsessed with shoes. Doctor + shoe fetish = easy call. Podiatrist.

The toddler, on the other hand.... She's a little tougher, but after her performance at DH's work party tonight, I think I might guess politician. She sure can work a room! She finished her meal earlier than everyone else (easy to do when you have a 5 bites per meal limit), so she turned around in her chair and struck up a conversation with the man sitting at the table behind her.

"Excuse me, everypeople," she began. (I think she would have said, "Excuse me, ma'am," her standard line, except that she knows boys aren't ma'ams. She must not know about sirs yet.)

"Excuse me, everypeople, my name is Toddler." She put her hand out for him to shake it. "I'm going to be flea." DH, a very amused look on his face, reminded her that she already turned three. "Yes, I'm flea," she said, awkwardly holding up three fingers.

The man was a good sport about her intrusion, and kept up the conversation with her for quite a while until she decided she needed to check the place out and mingle some more.

It'll be fun to see how the girls' interests grow and evolve and expand over the years. I have to say, I really enjoy this career of mine, this motherhood business.


~RCH~