A Little Bit Of ...

So lately Peanut has been waking up screaming in the middle of the night for no discernible reason. She will not be consoled with milk, rocking, lullabies, books, snacks, even cuddling in our bed. No, there is one thing, and one thing only, that she wants in order to end the tears:

Mambo.

Yes, that's right. Grandma has been playing Latin music for her during the day, taught her to say, "mambo", and now until we turn on the Salsa y Merengue music channel on our cable TV when she wakes up, she will cry and wail and thrash and scream. This has meant listening to an inordinate amount of Marc Anthony at two in the morning.

And people wonder why I'm grumpy. I'll be ordering some Tito Puente presently.

Fuzzy

We have two stray kittens in our spare room. I hope to soon have their mother and other sibling join them. The room is a bit cluttered, and I have no idea where they are hiding. I looked under the chair, and thought I had found one, but instead it was a dustbunny made of cat hair the same size. I guess I need to get up here and clean more often.

See, I Can Be Perfectly Polite--To A Point

"What's wrong with my daughter? Well, she has a congenital condition that means that she can't move all her joints and her muscles are fairly weak. That's why she can't walk."

"Yes, we hope she'll be able to walk sometime soon."

"Yes, her mind is okay."

"No, as far as I know, I didn't do anything to cause it. No one really knows the cause."

"Yes, we are very grateful that she's alive."

"Yes, she is probably frustrated at not being able to get up and play with her friends."

"I am sure she will get teased at some time in her life, but really, doesn't everyone get teased about something in school?"

"I know it's nice to not have to chase her out of the garbage cans, but I really wouldn't call that 'lucky' in this case."

Work Sucks

 
 

So You Can See How Blue Her Eyes Are