One tooth. Two teeth. Much fussing. More biting. More eating. More drooling. We’re talking puddles. Puddles. Hates laying down. Detests naps. Loves to stand. All the time. Wants to walk whenever standing. Can’t walk. Gets frustrated. Sits. Wants to stand. Wants the cat. Waaaaannnnts the cat. Yearns for cat. Calls for cat. Cat is usual ambivalent, mistrustful, dumb self. Occasionally strays into baby’s path. Boo-boo moments. For the cat. Random moments of undiluted joy and triumph for baby. Along with eating. Loves eating. Very devoted. Eats all the time. Even things not meant for consumption. Like kitty tails. And dust bunnies. My floors are very clean. It’s not because I sweep. Eating begets growing. Baby is as good at growing as is at eating. Champion, I say. My child could eat your child and have room for your cat, too. And would smile sweetly whilst burping. Also champion smile-giver. Radiantly cute. Nuclear cute. Cute on a sub-atomic level. Is ingrained in her being. Simply does not know how to be un-cute. Fails miserably at being uncute. Even poop is cute. And I hate poop.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Stream of consciousness post to both enlighten and bewilder guests. Respectively.