why am I up?

[flea]

Well, we decided that waking every night (and nursing, yes, we slipped back into that) at 1 and 4 am was not really something we wanted to be doing. So when Casper woke (like a damned alarm clock) at 12:57, mr. flea went to her but didn't bring her to me. Damn, she's mad about this change. Tears, explanations, etc. later I'm wide awake of course. She's quiet, in her room with mr. flea, I hope sleeping. I hope she sleeps through the 4 o'clock.

Recent kid stuff:
We had a sad, self-inflicted ivory-soap-in-the-eyes incident in the bath Sunday night. Poor little bunny. As we were going to bed she said this long complex sentence about it, which was wonderful and which I can't reporduce except it was all about "bad soap."

mr flea: (following discussion of campus politics) "I hope you don't grow up to be a sorority girl some day."
Casper: "I be a woman. I be a woman, daddy!"

She has taken to wearing a pair of sponge bob slipper socks that are mine. On her, they are over-the-knee socks, and mr. flea referred to them as "sponge bob thigh highs" whch she mangles delightfully, usually something like "sponge high."

Non kid stuff:
My mother called from 25Q to report that they were there and drinking champagne on the porch, which I assume means that they closed today. I'm still rather gleep about the whole thing. Gleep.

Comments

[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

Well, woo hoo on the gleepy thing anyway.

[cindywrites.livejournal.com]

Oh, she do be a woman!