The Cat in the Hat

So, as a child, my best recollection of reading and my favorite books and stories were always by Dr. Seuss.

I decided to take it upon myself to decide how my baby's nursery will be without the input of Mr. W.

He said he liked The Cat in the Hat but doesn't remember the rest of the books all that well. He informed me that when he was little, he would pick out war books to read.

That is the dork that I married.

The idea of my little baby reading a war book is mortifying to me, and I have gone full speed ahead at infiltrating the house with Dr. Seuss books. I have burned the edges of the earth in search of all things Seuss, and have found some darling additions to my collection of odds and ends for Little Mr. W.

While scouring the internet I also came across this photo. I nearly peed on myself(another topic). Yes, you can read it all by yourself, but you can't spell it. Seuss is missing an S.

The sad thing is that Mommy is trying to relive her childhood right now, while reading all the tongue-twisting Dr. Seuss goodness to herself.

From Horton to Yertle the Turtle, and the Sneetches and Thing 1 and Thing 2, all the favorites will be gracing my baby boy's room.

Mr. W said "what if I wanted to do his room in monkeys or footballs?".

"What if?", I replied.

As we browsed the store yesterday, looking at all the things we will need, as I pointed out to Mr. W everything "my baby wants", he started to realize this is not his battle to win.

He picked up a black and yellow blanket about being a rockstar as I reached for a soft white blankie with a little brown teddy and he said "how about this one?".

"Not while my baby is my baby."

C'mon, Shrek, give Mommy a year or so. Then when he wants to play in dirt and eat bugs, I will have to accept the hand I have been dealt.

Right now he is my precious little baby boy and no Daddy, or war book or ugly blanket is going to take that from me.

I'll let my baby know when he is entitled to an opinion.

The first 6 months, at least, belong to Mommy.