i made the lil miss a mobile. it consisted of five styrofoam eggs i covered in paint, ribbon, flowers, and tulle. i glued figures on the bottoms too so that she’d have something legitimate to look at versus the underside of some animal.
a couple of days ago, i saw only three eggs hanging. apparently, babyzilla is tall enough to wrench the eggs free.
the crib ranks fairly high on the things she likes to teethe on. she’s a little woodchuck. she eats paint.
baby thinks red is a great color for me. she gave me yet another red mark on my cheek. and my eyes are constantly bloodshot. sleeping through the night is a myth.
oddly, i don’t mind.
we went out to dinner with some friends and their daughter yesterday. they had a number of appetizing entrees, and b was debating between two.
g: i’m going to have pasta. although, the specials sounds terrific.
b: ok, g, which of the two would you like to eat? mussels or tuna?
few minutes later…
waiter: what would you like to order tonight?