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Archive for 8. February 2009
Early One Morning…
8. February 2009 by PB Rippey.
(the i heart pasta face)
Wake up. He barfed in his crib.
What???
Barfed. In crib.
How???
Diaper’s leaking diarrhea.
What???
On my arm.
I’ll change him. Oof. I’m okay! Fell from bed.
What color is it?
Is what?
The diarrhea. What color is it? I can’t tell from my arm.
Orange.
Hm. So is the barf.
Maybe it’s the baked yam from lunch?
I don’t see any of his dinner in the barf or the diarrhea.
What did he have for dinner?
Whole wheat pasta wheels in organic tomato sauce!!! Remember???
Oh yeah. No, I don’t see any of that in his poop–only yammy shi—I mean, crap. That’s weird, isn’t it? How could the barf completely bypass dinner and only expose his lunch? How—phew. Must gag…
He doesn’t have a fever.
He’s singing.
Do you think it’s a reaction to the—(gulp) MMR?
No! Absolutely not! No way! Do you?
So I guess we don’t need to call the 24/7 nurse?
Oh, hee, hee—wet go of my nose, silly bunny!
Or take him to the ER.
Unless he does it again pretty quick?
Right. I’ll change his sheet.
I’ll see if he wants some apple juice.
NO! NO! NO!
Why???
Dr. Sears says BRATY: banana, breast milk, rice cereal, APPLESAUCE, not apple juice, toast and yogurt for when baby has barfing and the squirts!
Hmmm? Ho! Hee, hee. Look how cute he is. What does the doggy say? WOOF. WOOF. WOOF.
I’m gonna put him down now.
See you in bed. Oh, hey—what’s your name again?
(Sighhhh.) Mud.
You know, Mud, you’re pretty sexy all diarrhea-splotched. My wittle walking Jackson Pollock, my wittle exploded can of organic pumpkin, my wittle—
(Growl)
Night.
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O Lot…
8. February 2009 by PB Rippey.
Now that we are house hunting, the silly sad vacant lot that sticks around next door doesn’t seem so hideous. In fact, today our usual eyesore is not even a lot, but a beautiful, shimmering lake after the rains. We are suddenly the owners of a lakefront condo. Ah, life and all its quirky turns!
The white heron/egret elegant creature that decided to visit has made the lot a mini-wetlands. Perhaps I should take T fishing over there, or clamming…
I do like being NoHo lakefront condo owners as opposed to this charming previous view with the infamous squirrel killing pole in the background:
Lakefront is a definite stress-lessening agent for the sleepless mommy as she reclines on the king sized bed forever (hah!) dominating the living room, notebook (I mean real paper) on her lap, pen poised, musing on the lake’s sparkle and profundity of the stunning wading bird—as her son—naps…
Prison? Noooooo. Paradise.
It’s all in the sparkle, baby.
UPDATE: GEESE
Man, add a little water to a vacant lot and the fowl just keep coming! This morning: a mad honking overhead and then touchdown—Canada Geese. I hope the water and its visitors stay for the winter—but I’m afraid our annual February heatwave will turn the lake back into a vacant lot, with steaming, stagnating puddles and madly darting larvae.
But it’s beautiful for now and as close to Bradford-On-Avon as we’ll get this year.
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