It doesn’t get much more snuggled than that.
The 1st Presidential Debate was on tonight. Obama was clearly frustrated with all the patent BS that Romney was ladling, but the Obama camp wasn’t completely innocent of taking a liberty or two with the facts, either. Wouldn’t it be great to take the politics out of politics? Demand accountability to the facts? Hold people to their promises? Insist that they do the job rather than waste our time and money posturing?
Leadership of a nation shouldn’t be a prize in a contest.
Anyway, I guess I don’t need to get all preachy while still freshly returned to the blogosphere. It was great to be distracted multiple times by a tiny little girl that needed nothing more complicated from me than the sound of my voice and someone to pop the soother back in her mouth. I chatted with her about ponies (Daisy and her foal Marigold) and picnics on the beach (with all her friends). She watched me with solemn attention until her eyes just couldn’t stay open any longer, and down she went.
There are worse goals to which I might aspire than baby whisperer.