Meekow dark!

What does the title of this post mean?  You go ahead and guess.  I'll let you know at the end.

Ev and I spent our morning at the clinic today for my lovely glucose tolerance test.  Of course, it was fine, as was my hemoglobin (=no iron pills for me!).  Ev had a rough time sitting in the waiting room for so long but we survived with only a couple tantrums.  It's amazing how many we get per day now.  It's just a normal part of life to have your child suddenly throw himself on the floor and spin in circles while crying.  And I roll my eyes, grab him by the arm, and say, "we are not throwing a tantrum right now."  He can throw all the tantrums he wants at home, but they're still not going to get him what he wants.

Anyway.  Everything is still perfectly fine with the little nugget.  BP is good, weight is good (I think I measured an official 18. lbs up now, but I hadn't had any food before the weigh-in, so....).  Heartrate was good and strong.  Belly measured 25cm, which is just right.  Little guy is still moving around like crazy and has some violent rolls and kicks so the dr. is not concerned about baby being breech at the moment.  (Neither am I, but I'm still going to do my stretch every day - what's the harm?)

So back to the post title.  Everett has recently decided that he is afraid of the dark.  Not so much that he has trouble going to sleep at night, but enough that he refuses to go into a room without a light on.  Especially the basement, which really, can you blame him?  Dark basements are kind of creepy.  This evening, we were going down to the basement to add wood to the fire and he realized the light wasn't on and cried "meekow basement!"  Luckily, I know exactly what "meekow" means from our halloween trail walk at a friend's house.  Obviously, it means "spooky."  They sound exactly alike, right?  :)  It's when he says things like this that I just stop and laugh and laugh and he looks at me and smiles.