Enter December

How did we pass a whole month without a picture? Look alive, Mommy, please. If you miss the opportunity to document even a moment of my childhood I'll forever have an empty place in my heart.

So--new picture for December?

Excellent.

Long Time No See

My mother, bless her aging heart, forgot my login and password. Thankfully a glass of wine recalled everything. Anyway, here's a recent picture she took of me. Mom believes I look good in warm colors like yellow and orange, and I have to say, I think she's right--hence the smile.

Cotlam*

I started school again this past Monday. I graduated from the infant classroom to the toddler classroom. You might think our maturity would make for a smooth transition, but you would be wrong. There are 12 of us, and let me tell you, it's like One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in there. Max, Shaheen, Ava, and Gaia are having an especially hard time adjusting. They spend hours on end wailing for their mommies. Crying babies pass out and sleep, but toddlers have all this energy so they can go on forever. At least I get to hear "MAMA" screeched out in multiple languages. That's got to be good for my linguistic development, right?


*That's my mom's idea of a joke. "Cot" is supposed to replace "bed," because we sleep on cots at school. I don't get it, but you might.

Mama thinks I look like Damien from The Omen here. I don't know what that means, but when she said it I got a strange little thrill, like I could use this intense facial expression to my advantage, you know, like, "What do you think I'm going to do with this cloth? Nothing? Are you sure? Want me to place it over your face? No? Then bring me some graham crackers."

Upstaged

...by a stupid lizard puppet.

I need to be more of a camera hog.

Swim Diapers

They're not just for containing toxic waste anymore.

Behind Bars

Do you have any idea how thrilling it is to crawl into a tiny dog kennel (we're talking dinky, terrier-sized), close the gate behind you, and just sit there while your parents take pictures? And--and--to not even mind the smell, because it's comforting and familiar, like the smell of the Goodnight Moon bunny whose ears you suck while falling asleep, the one your mom calls Manky Bunny, the same one your grandma had to replace because you ruined the first one beyond the redemptive power of the washing machine by attempting to feed it oatmeal?

That's the one, yeah. Go on, hug it. Life has many comforts: enjoy them wherever you find them.