Summer of Regression

I think there comes a time in every parent's life where we crave carelessness, a lack of responsibilities. And consequences? Pshhhh.

A time where we can once again work to buy clothes, take off to a weekend long concert with a bathing suit and $20 in our back pocket, and go to a pub without planning 3 weeks in advance. Ahhh, the sweet smell of regression...

Which is why I've decided that this summer is my 'Summer of Regression - 2007 (Volume I)'. With amendments of course (ie Lily, Babysitters, Work).

Picture barbecues, summer trips, girls weekends away, camping, outdoor concerts, laying on the beach, throwing back bellini's at Milestones. Ahhhh.

Am I dreaming?

No. Not really.

But I've neglected to mention little Taz, who I will likely be chasing around with beer in hand at these barbecues, summer trips, camping, beaches and Milestones.
Speaking of Milestones - commence poor segue way... Jay and I met some buddies at the Boathouse restaurant in White Rock for an early dinner tonite. I ordered Lily a Kid's sized Caesar salad and salmon. Apparently she likes Caesar salad - but not the salad bit, as she proceeded to suck the dressing off the lettuce leaves and drop them on the floor. Mmmmmmmmmm. So. appetizing. Sure makes me want to order her Caesar salad again.

Anyways, it seems as though Lily has also been feeling the same way as me. Burdened by the stress and overbearing responsibilities of 14 months, she too has gone the way of Regress.

Lily brought in her first year with some major milestones: walking, saying a number of words (Mama, Papa, nose, yes, bubba (bottle and grandpa) wow eh, hi), basic algebra - the usual. But has now decided that growing older is a bitch.

So about a month ago, she stopped saying everything. Every single one of those seven words. To be subsequently replaced with endless babble and barking. At every creature that even slightly resembles a dog including butterflies and ducks. And people's bellybuttons. Not too sure about the second one.

So we're at this play group with a bunch of kids the same age as Lily last weekend. They're all walking, asking for more food, using cutlery, and signing please and thank-you (I'm not joking) while Lily's in the corner, in downward dog position (yes, she still does that), barking at air.

I love it.

All hail your regression, baby cakes. You keep barking and sucking Caesar dressing off lettuce as long as you want. Because I know how you feel. And staying young at heart forever is what keeps 'Summer of Regression - 2007 (Volume I)' alive....

Lxo