An Overheard Conversation

Last week I was witness to some parents giving the old birds and the bees talk to their ten-year-old son (give or take a year). I have to admit it kind of struck me as weird. Why? Because they were at a fine dining restaurant surrounded by other guests. They even had a book which they were reading questions from. I believe it was titled "How I was Created". I didn't pay much attention until I heard the mom ask, "Where did you come from? A) the stork, B) the grocery store or C) mommy's vagina. Okay, she might not have said that third one exactly, but I promise you that it was mentioned before they left - along with some other sexual terms.

Now, I have to give the parents credit for caring enough to teach their child about sex. These days it's important to talk about it before others do. Yet, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. He definitely squirmed in his seat. Could you imagine your parents explaining sex to you in a public place? Here he probably thought he was just going out to eat with his parents and then BAM they surprise him with this. His dad asked him at one point if he had any questions. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, if I did have any questions I'm certainly not going to ask any. Not here anyways!"

Just so you know I couldn't help but overhear what they were saying. Since I was at work and they were in my section I had to pass by them often. At one point I had to clear and set the table right next to them just as they were explaining the ways our bodies change. I just about died. I seriously had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. The whole time I told myself, "Don't make eye contact. Act like you can't hear them." I could tell you more of what I overheard but I'll keep it to myself. It does make me wonder how we'll explain things to Sofía. Thank goodness we have some years before we have to decide.

Enjoy the pictures.

Sofía went through this stage of sticking out her tongue for about two weeks. Too cute.

Here's Sofía sporting the swimming diaper Steve Urkel style.


Future Olympic Ping Pong Champion.

Remember Me?

This last week we went out to eat and Jeff recognized our server. He had been her manager about five years ago and had fired her. What do you do under this circumstance? He acted like he didn't know her. It's not like he could say, "Hi, remember me? I fired you a few years back. How's it going?"

Jeff was certain that the girl did not recognize him. I, however, thought otherwise. If anybody fired me, not that it's happened, but IF it did I would ALWAYS remember the person who did it. Well, the girl answered the question.

Near the end of the meal she looked at Jeff and asked, "Didn't you used to work at Litza's?"

Jeff's expression was priceless! Picture a thief caught in the act. It's one of the few times I've seen him speechless. The only thing he could utter was, "Yeah." You could see the shock he felt that she called him out. He was just waiting to see what she'd say next. The only thing she said was, "Yeah. I thought so," and then she turned back into the kitchen.

We couldn't get out of the restaurant fast enough for Jeff. Since we've both worked in eating establishments we knew that the whole restaurant full of employees knew who he was and what he had done to her. He wanted to leave before she came back out. As we were walking to our car we could see inside and sure enough, the girl was getting a good laugh at our expense.

I have to hand it to her. She was pretty brave to call Jeff out. I don't think I could have done that. I would just play the "I don't know who you are" game.
By the way, Sofía had one of her regular check-ups today. Her head is finally growing. For a while there it was on the small side. Now it's her weight that needs to catch up. She's rather light especially since her height is in the 50th percentile. All in all, Dr. Omura tells us she's doing well. It's always a relief to know we haven't done too bad of a job with our little girl.

These four pictures are to show everyone that Sofía really does smile. I noticed that a lot of the pictures we post don't show her smiling. We'll try to fix that.

The Race of All Races

This last weekend we participated in our first baby crawling contest. For some funny reason I always imagined what it would be like to have my child compete in one of those things. I think it's just the competitive side of me. While it didn't turn out the way I thought it would, it was definitely a lot of fun. This is Sofía before the race. As you can see she has her game face on.

Now from the background of this picture you might be wondering where we are...at our friendly Walmart. I'm not a big fan of Walmart but you have to go where the race is. Anyways, Sofía was up against three other babies in her heat. Here she is checking out her competition.

Here is the racing venue. After seeing how small the race track was I figured we had this in the bag. This is embarassing to admit but I made Jeff go to another aisle and we had a practice run with Sofía. It was a piece of cake. She crawled straight to me. (I told you I'm competitive.)

As soon as the babies were set down the competition began. You would have thought there were at least ten babies competing in this race by the noise of the crowd. If only we had brought our digital recorder. I admit I yelled with the rest of the crazy parents and fans. I think we frightened the babies because for a good five minutes they all just sat there in a daze. None of them moved no matter how many times we yelled their names or jiggled food and toys in front of them. Sofía wouldn't even look my way. This is from the same girl who looks for me every ten seconds when we're at home. This time she avoided all eye contact.

Alas, when the babies did find their legs Sofía was left in the dust. This picture here is a bit deceiving. She didn't even leave that starting line. Jeff thought that if we did half of the work for her she would finish, but no...she just sat there. We finally had to move her off the track for the next race. Our consolation prize? At least she didn't cry. We also had a good laugh.

Now considering how competitive I was over such a small thing I can't imagine what it is going to be like when other things come up. I mention this because just last week my eleven-year-old nephew, Braxton, sang in the Murray Idol Competition. He not only sang in front of four judges (all voice teachers) but also to a crowd of about 200. I know he has a good voice but he's never sang in front of anybody other than in an occasional Primary program. Needless to say I was a bit nervous for him. Fortunately, he had a good experience. The kid sang well. Best of all he didn't avoid the judges but stood right in front of them and made good eye contact. Yesterday, they had a results night where he sang again for placing third. Way to go Braxton.