nmoments with Casper

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Running down the hall pulling the hospital-issue sitz bath (as yet unused) by the tubing, with toy animals riding in it like a sled.

In her bed in the dark; she is banging her foot against the wall.
Casper: Can I hit the Dillo?
me: No. I would hurt him.
Casper: He would cry.
me; That's right. We don't hit anybody, but especially not babies because they are so little.
Casper: Can I hit the wall?
me: Well, it wouldn't hurt the wall, but it might hurt you. Walls are hard.

Yesterday morning, I am nursing Dillo in the big pink chair and Casper climbs up so she is lying parallel to him and behind him, with her head on the arm. It's nice to hold both my babies - the tiny one and the HUGE one.

She's wanted a lot of attention from me that I don't always have to give. It's good to have Grandma Debbie here - this morning they polished the silver and went off the the Gardens ("before it got hot" which was 10:30, and already beastly in my view...)

I should go nap, but Dillo is awake and making faces and people keep calling on the phone.

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[mearagrrl.livejournal.com]

aww. I remember very clearly shortly after my sister was born, she was lying on a blanket in the living room, and my mom was in the other room. I was either nearly four, or four. And I really really wanted to jump OVER her. I don't know WHY I really really wanted this, but I did. Only for some reason, I knew I'd get in trouble, so I asked if I could. Of course, mom said no. And so I was like 'Well, can I just STEP over her?". Mom said no to that too, and I was so frustrated.