So Is She Channelling Celine or Elvis?

In the car this morning:

Peanut: Twinkle, twinkle, yittle saaaaaaaaar, how I wonner what you ........ aaaarrrre!

Me: That was lovely, Peanut. Thank you for singing for me.

Peanut: Thank you, thank you very much.

Ouch Times Two

I've been meaning to write a post about where I've been (overuse injury in shoulder, aggravated by computer use, causing dramatic amounts of pain), but when the doctor describes what happened to you child's femur by saying, "It's like you took a can of pop* and crushed it from the ends, so it bulges out a little on the sides", one really doesn't have the mental energy.

The rule apparently is that you don't slide down a slide *with* your child. My mother is beside herself, even though it could have been any of us. Several people, including me, now have some vague memory of hearing this at some point in the past, but no one can remember where. Where the hell is the handbook for these things?

Peanut will be ok. She's feeling much better now that we figured out what happened and immobilized her leg with something that, thank GOD, is not a cast and is in fact removable for baths. Standard pain relievers of the kind you buy at the supermarket instead of the backstreets seem to suffice, and we go back next week to be sure that no other damage was done (i.e., the kind that would require surgical intervention).

I will be back soon. I am on my fourth job position in as many months as of tomorrow (though it is temporary, and I'll be back at the third place soon), and I haven't had time to really read email, much less blog. It's been a long few months, but I got asked to do something kind of cool with my blog next month, so I'm trying to get back to writing. I have also decided to attempt to do some writing that other people might want to say, "Hey, I'll vouch for this by putting it in my magazine, online or otherwise", so I have to pace myself, lest my right arm finally wrench itself off my body in disgust.

Two final happy thoughts about Peanut: When she watches the river otters at the zoo, she giggles continuously, as if being tickled. And she demanded peanut-butter waffles tonight, which she has never had but apparently sounded good to her.

*Yes, pop. Not soda, pop. I stopped saying pop when I lived in NYC, but I refuse to be dictated to by a bunch of NYU freshman anymore.

One More Thing

She can pull herself into a standing position now. She sits in her little chair and holds on to her push walker and stands up. Then she sits down, pushes herself back in the chair, takes a rest, and starts again. It's a lot of work, you know.

When Big Daddy gets around to getting me some software I can transfer the video to the computer with, I'll show you. Hint, hint.

Pretty

What You've All Been Waiting For

They need to call him TLM for "The Ladies Man"



Big Daddy is prepared to have a talk with him soon.