Baba does not mean grandfather.

P and I were discussing how people seem more willing to approach me and SS versus approaching him and SS. People usually feel more comfortable approaching a woman alone with a child than a man alone with a child. It's just one of society's unwritten but well known quirks. In our case, it also helps that SS cannot complete a sentence without saying Mama several times. It is hilarious, like she is going for an all time record on how many times she can say Mama in a day. Even though someone may initially think that I am her grandmother, nanny or random family friend, SS unknowingly sets them straight.

P and SS had a sans Mama outing to Co$tco recently. SS was in the shopping cart (still the rule around here), and when she was separated from P at the register, she pointed to P and told the clerk that he was her Baba. The clerk turned to P and asked "You are her grandfather?" Poor P, this is the second time that he has been asked that question. How could anyone think that the youthful hotness that is my husband could be SS's grandfather? Then again, if JJ were to have a child, that would make P one hot, young grandfather. But we are not there yet...

I never thought P would have a hard time with the passage of time. Isn't that pretty much female territory? But every so often he drops comments about aging, or how he is not as young as he used to be. I find him more attractive now, than when most people thought I was committing a felony. The only reason those two persons thought he was SS's grandfather, well, truly, it's because they are morons. There really is no other explanation. Coupled with their intellectual limitations, not many are used to the term Baba. Most young children use it to refer to their bottles. Mama is universal, Baba not so much. So don't fret my pet (how's that for payback P?), you are still as hot as you were the day we met.


I am back to doing the morning routine because to force P and SS to coexist early in the morning is an insurmountable task. We are likely to see an Israel - Palestine agreement before getting those two to work together first thing in the day. I hate how the sun messed up the pic, but at least she is smiling. We need to get window shades for SS again.

Now that SS is (in her mind) a full fledged staff member of Baba's lab, she enjoys taking advantage of the perks. First stop, the lunch room, where SS does not have to worry about someone having a Toy Story snack container or identical straw cup.



Next stop is her desk, SS is now a pro at getting on the adult chair. How rude of them not to order an SS size chair.

SS obviously likes looking at herself while at work.

Post #21 of Spring Fling, hoping this nasty cold does not mess up my streak.