Lookit that happy family. The dignified grandparents. The pretty young wife. The giant finger monkey. That’s my girl.
Today was going to be a quieter day. I had lots of work to do and Marjorie was going to take it easy, maybe do some baking, hang out with her daughter.
Avery decided to work on her lung capacity for most of the afternoon.
Not that I’m complaining. Healthy lungs are important. I just wish (a little wish) that this sort of thing didn’t have to go hand in hand with seeing how long she could stay awake.
Ah, but she’s my bunny. We got to spend a lot of time together today, whatever the reason.
Hey! My Aunt Janet sent Avery a hand knit pink Australian wool sweater and booties set. Gorgeously crafted. She might be wearing them in time for Christmas pics. Spring, for sure. Stay tuned. And Aunt Janet – thank you so much! They’re beautiful! The little ribbon laces on the boots! Cute overload!
And speaking of new clothes in the mail, my mate Miguel and his fam sent a bib and t-shirt that she’ll definitely be wearing this spring. “DJ’s Girl” on the shirt and “Eat. Sleep. Mix” on the bib. Perfecto adoriablo. Hugs and love to you guys.
Everyone’s generosity has been overwhelming. Avery wouldn’t have gone without, but with all the gifts from all her fans she rides in style, yo. I should be taking more pictures. I will! It’s just tricky to catch her wearing just the right outfit, awake, content, and relatively unwriggly all at the same time. Patience.
Patience. Ha. Anyone holding their breath waiting for pics from the honeymoon has long since died. Somebody should call somebody to check in on them.
Patience. Ha. I want to shoot the feature script starting tomorrow. It’s ready! We need a producer.
Patience. Ha. I did not think it would be this tricky to find an agent. Maybe we are being too picky? Send me your referrals.
You know how water piles up behind a dam? And when the dam goes, it goes kablooie? Around here, we are feeling like there’s a new high water mark every day, inching toward that bright red line at the top. Things we have been lining up for years are going to start turning over soon. We’re pretty sure we’re ready. Pretty sure. A nice… measured… release.
Meanwhile, every day is full, with Little Miss Peppermint at the center. Oh – something in Dada broke this morning. We got her back down by 7, and I figured I was up. I wasn’t. I went down too, and apparently I could not be stirred until just after noon. I guess we have established that Adrian can do a broken five hours sleep a night for exactly one month. Marjorie is much smarter. She goes to bed around 9:30, so she’s got a few hours in the bag before Avery stirs – which is when I’m usually going to bed. I will endeavour some learnings, and get my silly butt to bed earlier (starting tomorrow night?). The writing partners meet tomorrow at 10am. Can’t sleep through that. Too much water behind the dam.