There’s your Christmas spirit. Just hanging out, telling stories. I’d say reading a book, but it was more like eating a book. She’s just now able to get the object of her desire to her mouth, so long as she uses her entire body to do it. So she’s a drool monkey, but she’s getting uber abs at the same time. If it were me I could probably live with that.
She doesn’t really care for lying down if it can be helped. She wants to sit up and chat with the big folk. And sometimes she has to tell the whole story. I could not tell you what it’s actually about, but it sounds very exciting.
I’m excited just watching her. She’s ravenous for experience, drinking it all in. You can see the wheels spinning, the gears clicking. If you happen to be looking at her when she has a new experience, you can see her tiny eyebrows go up. Record record record. Now is probably not too soon to start watching the language. And the tv programming choices. And possibly wearing pants.
Odd. I just paused my typing. It seems very quiet. The Chaos team would have a chuckle at my expense here. Is it my fault I type with authority? Is it such a bad thing? Maybe if you’re a keyboard. Or trying to sleep.
Are my girls at some fancy museum on the Upper East Side? No, but I can certainly understand why you’d think so. That’s our living room. Yes, it’s true. No, we didn’t hire a decorator. I just dabble in photography and we found a nice place to do canvas mounting. If you’re very nice I might tell you where we had it done.
And yes, they really are my girls. My beloved wife for life, Marjorie, is the taller one there, and the little snuggle bear is Avery Peppermint, my daughter. She’s… 14 weeks now? I think? 15? Time to shift the count to months. This time next week she’ll be three months old, and officially through her fourth trimester. I cannot imagine how bored to tears she would be if she were still cooped up in the womb.
Today’s side project was clearing out the second bedroom. Avery’s room slash my office. Space is always at a premium in New York, so since moving in we’ve had a few boxes on the floor full of stuff that just did not have a home. Still doesn’t, but drastic measures needed to be taken so we can pack for the trip. Do not open the closet. Do. Not.
A wise man would go to bed right now. So I will imitate the wise man, and everyone will think I’m wise. Big day tomorrow. I need the brain for planning and the awesome for being… awesome. Sleep is a good idea.