Carrying On

Lately, Audrey is into different "carry" positions. This sounds odd to try to explain, but here we go anyway... Disclosure: These terms are all made-up by Audrey...

There is the "Mommy Carry" = Mommy, or the like, holds child, or the like, in arms.

Sometimes this is in the form of Audrey and our neighbor cat. Other times it is with one stuffed animal holding another. And most often, it is on our way to naptime. But always called "Mommy carry"

We can't fail to mention "Big Baby Carry" = Toy Story 3 is huge around our home lately. If you've seen the creepy (I mean cute...?) "Big Baby" character, you will know that the baby always carries the toys high above it's head. (see it is creepy because you can't tell if it's a boy or girl baby, it doesn't wear clothes...oh yes, and that very disturbing scene in the night when the baby is all alone in the park swinging facing away...blame pixar for your nightmares tonight!!)

And, of course "Fire Fighter Carry" = Big strapping hunk of a tall, dark and handsome man sweeping you off your feet in your distress, carrying you high above his chiseled face draped onto his shoulders as to keep your head above the smoke and....... What? Did I get carried away? Well, I like policemen more anyway..

And really, this means putting Audrey on her (big strapping hunk) Daddy's shoulders and being silly in the living room.

I have been asked on more than one occasion if I could please do "fire fighter carry"! I have brushed it aside, suggesting her Daddy is much better at it, etc, so I could get whatever I was doing done.

And then today, I once again said "no" then added.... "...do you smell that? ....What is that smell?? It smells like somethings burning?... OH NO!!!! It's a FIRE!!!! You better watch out!!!!" And I scooped her little confused body (she had been looking around & sniffing the air..), flung her high up onto my shoulders and we went skipping away, making silly sounds and laughing! She loved it, and frankly, it was easier than I thought!!!!

As I was carefully lowering her back onto the couch, I was half-expecting gratitude, prompt asking for more, maybe even a shoulder massage.... but never something so thought out and logical:

"Mommy, I didn't think you were strong enough....but you were strong enough!!!"

I busted up laughing at the first part of what she said. I suppose I should take the latter part as a compliment.

Uh-oh...my secret's out. I am a powerhouse. Do not cross me in a dark alley!! I might just swing you over my shoulders, make sounds resembling an ambulance and confuse the heck out of you so much you might forget why you were going to rob me!!!

You would be robbing in a dark alley, wouldn't you? If not, I suggest you find another place to meander..