| Tuesday, October 11, 2005 |
| toddler walks on grass, news at 11 |
Work it, my little funnel-head girl.
My word, has it really been that long since I've posted? It really doesn't seem like it, but as all new parents learn, kids turn you into Warp Speed Ahead! Scotty before you know it. If you try to slow down the momentum of the mother ship, all you get are some nasty skid marks in your granny panties.
Well, I can't say much has been going on lately. Lauren is toddling, a.k.a wreaking havoc on all men, women, children, pet, and small rodents within an arm's reach. I've been busy scouring through eBay looking for things to decorate our junk room. Yep, it's still full of junk, but one day it will be mine! Um, I mean Lauren's.
The bad thing about shopping on eBay is that you find a one of a kind item that you just know you will win. It's only $5 with 7 days to go, but your eBay ESP senses that it won't go up. No way, it was destined to be yours. Take this, for example. At one time (around $60), it was mine. I had already vacuumed, dusted, and primped it's new home in Lauren's playroom. Once this puppy topped $200, it was no longer mine. I gave its memory to a new good home, and I hope they have to pay out the wazoo to have it shipped there.
Anyhow, I was asked many moons/diaper changes ago by kgrams to post video of Lauren walking on the grass. I had confessed that it took almost all summer for bad mommy to let her frolic amongst the crispy fried grass blades, chiggers, and no-see-ums. Now that she's learned that grass clippings do not taste like cherry pie, I've eased up on the patio detention camp rules. In fact, Lauren has found so many fun things while exploring the yard that she's even brought me some hardened presents that Farkota left behind. Gotta love her for that.
So, you've been warned. Like I said, there's not much going on here these days, so this is all I have to offer you. In the movie, Lauren stops and points at the ceramic duck I have in my so-sparse-there-are-more-dead-plants-than-live-ones flowerbed. Yes, I'm one foot over the fence separating me from Aunt Bertha and her collection of garden gnomes, lawn jockeys, and painted wooded cutouts of fat ladies bending over. Stop laughing.
Oh, and check out the roses that grow themselves. They make me so very happy because they didn't die from my gross neglect this summer.
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Okay, so I lied. Something momentous occurred today. I was laying down on the floor, and Lauren walked over to me. She got up really close to me, smiled, outstretched her arms, grabbed me, and laid her head down on my chest. It was my first unsolicited hug from my daughter, and it was beautiful. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 10/11/2005 |
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