Stardate, February 2, 2006
Where ... am I ...
Both, small creatures here ... mobile...
Can't ... compete ... must. get. more. caffeine.
Christ, I didn't think my life would so abruptly change once the two of them started moseying around on the carpet, but it's like they've ganged up on me with the sole intent of finding new ways of making my heart leap in to my throat.
You understand, I mean that in both the aw-shucks,-that's-just-so-damned-cute-I-may-just-lose-it-altogether way, and also in the if-you-don't-put-that-utensil-down-now,-I-may-just-lose-it kind of way. It varies, really. One minute, Kane will be calling "hello, Carly!" and plopping himself down in front of her - to her uncontrollable delight, and by that, I mean, she will start grinning her beautiful toothless grin and clap and bounce across the floor in sheer bliss at his having acknowledged her - and he may even go so far as to share one of his trains with her or give her a kiss. Then, just when my heart feels like it just may explode in a bloody pile of sentimental goo, the boy will start conducting science experiments on the nature of gravity with regard to all inanimate objects resting at very great heights, preferably those in close proximity to the girl, who will somehow, in an unrelated series of events, find herself stranded at the edge of a chair or a table - some elevated plateau upon which she has hoisted her torso and from which she cannot find a way down. She will then discover a new pitch to convey her displeasure, one that is only heard by dogs and mothers. The boy will then seize an opportunity to proudly smoosh Play-Doh into the carpet with the heel of his foot, just to show me how he has grasped the concept of making an imprint in clay.
That was just two minutes out of the day. Please understand if I take a break, now, and return to you, dear readers, on the morrow.
Later. Me sleepy now.
Both, small creatures here ... mobile...
Can't ... compete ... must. get. more. caffeine.
Christ, I didn't think my life would so abruptly change once the two of them started moseying around on the carpet, but it's like they've ganged up on me with the sole intent of finding new ways of making my heart leap in to my throat.
You understand, I mean that in both the aw-shucks,-that's-just-so-damned-cute-I-may-just-lose-it-altogether way, and also in the if-you-don't-put-that-utensil-down-now,-I-may-just-lose-it kind of way. It varies, really. One minute, Kane will be calling "hello, Carly!" and plopping himself down in front of her - to her uncontrollable delight, and by that, I mean, she will start grinning her beautiful toothless grin and clap and bounce across the floor in sheer bliss at his having acknowledged her - and he may even go so far as to share one of his trains with her or give her a kiss. Then, just when my heart feels like it just may explode in a bloody pile of sentimental goo, the boy will start conducting science experiments on the nature of gravity with regard to all inanimate objects resting at very great heights, preferably those in close proximity to the girl, who will somehow, in an unrelated series of events, find herself stranded at the edge of a chair or a table - some elevated plateau upon which she has hoisted her torso and from which she cannot find a way down. She will then discover a new pitch to convey her displeasure, one that is only heard by dogs and mothers. The boy will then seize an opportunity to proudly smoosh Play-Doh into the carpet with the heel of his foot, just to show me how he has grasped the concept of making an imprint in clay.
That was just two minutes out of the day. Please understand if I take a break, now, and return to you, dear readers, on the morrow.
Later. Me sleepy now.
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