Gone but not forgotten

After a week of driving a loaner minivan, I finally got mine back yesterday. It's running perfectly, but I think I'll take the loaner back because the inside of my car is a mess.

Cookie crumbs, toys, a scarf, Sophia's pocketbooks and who knows what else litter the aisle between the second row of seats. There is a plastic bag of trash in the front seat, an old Dunkin Donuts coffee cup and a bottle of water sitting in the center console in the front. Jonathan is the only who sits in the back row, so I'm not about to go back there and see what he may have left behind.

That new car smell is completely gone and its been replaced by a mystery scent that probably has to do with the old coffee cup, trash bag and cookies. One day I'll get around to cleaning out the inside, and possibly the outside, of my van, until then I'll just mourn the loss of that new car smell.

One hot mama

OK, I'll admit it, the best part about Sophia learning how to talk is making her say silly things. There are days when she will say almost anything I ask her to say. Other days, she won't say a single word. Last night she was a motor mouth.

A couple of weeks ago, we taught her to say "cool, baby." It's very cute, especially when she points and tries to wink when she says it. Over the weekend, Sophia learned "hot mama."

The day I tried to teach her she wouldn't say it at all. She just laughed like I was nuts. Well, it must have stuck because when I picked her up from daycare yesterday, she was all about "hot mama."

In the car, it was hot mama, hot mama, hot mama, until I turned to hand her a cookie and dropped it. "Oh, man," is what I said.

"Oh, man, hot mama, hot mama," I heard the rest of the way home.

Presented in front of me was an opportunity I couldn't resist.

"Who's a hot mama?" I asked. "Mommy!"

Yes! I've made it. I am now one hot mama.