One day the Telly Tipplers, Drinky-Winky, Tipsy, Hammered, and Po',
went to the bar together. Drinky-Winky ordered Wild Turkey, Tipsy
ordered a glass of Chardonnay, Hammered ordered Tequila, and Po'
didn't order anything, because he couldn't afford it. Once the drink
order had come Po' went to each of his friends in turn, saying;
"Share? Share, Po', share?"
This not being PBS none of the Telly Tipplers would share with Po',
which turned out all right in the end, because they all died of
cirrihosis and he didn't.
The End.
Anyway, Hi all,
Yesterday we buried Mishka. We had been planning on doing it last
weekend, but then it rained all weekend, so that was a no go. We
brought her to Maine and dug her a spot out in Larry and Kay's
backyard. I was very sad. That is the end of that story.
Top on the list of excellent news is that Chimbasa is A-Okay. He got
his final blood work back and everything is normal and good. Also,
now that he's not getting to eat hot dog every day he's gone back to
his normal body weight, which is good for him. He was getting a
little portly. I, of course, am not one to talk, since I am still
holding on to about half my baby weight, but that affects Chimbasa not
at all, and I like to pretend that the extra weight is important for
my milk production. Also, amazingly enough, I am actually doing
something about it. I have gotten a Fluidity bar, and am doing it 2-4
times weekly, which is nothing short of miraculous considering my
abhorrence of exercise.
I have a new Waxor story for you. Two Sundays ago we were getting
ready for bed, and I was going to turn the light out, and he says
"hold on, I need to deal with this pile of clothes" "Do you have to
deal with it now?" Say I. There then follows a most interesting
exchange that goes something like this:
"Well, I really need to deal with it"
"Can't you do it tomorrow"
"I could, but I'm not going to want to do it tomorrow"
"Uh, why not?" (at this point, I have realized what is going on in his
head, but am choosing to follow the conversation through to it's
conclusion, just to see if Waxor ever gets there.)
"I just won't"
"Is it because you're thinking "I don't want to have to come home from
work and deal with my clothes?""
"No" (this is sort of sullen, as he is not getting the point and
thinks I'm picking a fight with him because I want to turn the light
out)
'Let me rephrase, is it because you are thinking that you would rather
deal with your clothes right now, rather than having to deal with them
after being at work all day?"
"Well, yeah."
"But Waxor..."
"What?"
"You're not going to work tomorrow."
Blank stare from him.
'It's Memorial Day, you have the day off."
"Hey, I'm not going to work tomorrow!"
"That's right"
"In that case, NO PANTS!" (And off came his pants. I do not see how
pants related to the whole work question, but they must have, in some
way.)
Speaking of Waxor, he has been getting up every morning at 7 to take
Elliot, and boy, am I in a better mood. I get anywhere from an hour
to two hours of uninterrupted sleep, and I can COUNT on it. Even when
I sleep three hours at night, it isn't as restful because part of me
is always waiting to be woken up, but my morning nap... I KNOW I get
to sleep. It's great. It's the best thing ever. It's better than ice
cream.
Speaking of Elliot - he slept five hours last night. That's right,
FIVE. From 12:30 to 5:30. Before that he had slept 3 1/2 hours and
after that he slept another two, so I am SOOOOOO proud of him. And to
think, he has accomplished this all on his own, which is good, cause
sweet jehosephat I never would have had the iron will to impose it on
him. This is not his only new accomplishment, merely the one for which
I am most grateful (of course, having said that it will now be another
month before he does it again.)
Elliot loves his feet. They're his new favorite toy. He gets really
irritated when his diaper folds in a particular way that makes it hard
for him to get them up in the air. He keeps trying to pull them all
the way to his mouth, but he hasn't quite figured that one out yet.
Aside from his new love of his feet, his newest habits include
enjoying flying in the air, and complaining whenever he goes to sleep.
He's started wanting me to walk him to sleep, and he generally face
plants into my shoulder and quietly goes
"
translates as "no, I'm NOT tired I'm not I'm not I'm zzzzzzzzzzzz..."
It's pretty adorable.
I finally broke down and bought him NEW clothes. I've been holding
out, trying to find stuff at thrift stores (cause let's face it, it's
silly to buy new clothes for a baby who's only going to wear them for
a few weeks) but I cannot find ANYTHING, because, of course, all
mothers give their old baby clothes to new mothers, not to thrift
stores. So, off to Target we went, and baby clothes we did get. We
actually went up two sizes, instead of just one, so hopefully we'll
get some extra use out of it. If not, alot of it is green and yellow,
so we can just save if for the next one, no matter what the sex is.
Side note, there was this adorable purple onesie I would have bought
for Elliot (I bet he would look great in purple) except it had ruffles
on it. RUFFLES! I wouldn't put a GIRL in ruffles. They are "ob de
debill."
So, it's almost 5 pm on Sunday and Elliot has been asleep since 3:45,
cause he was really tired, and the only problem with this is that
we're waiting for him to wake up so we can finish packing and go home.
Of course he never sleeps this long when I am at home and can do the
things I NEED to do while he snoozes, only here, where I am just
sitting around, waiting for him to wake back up. Ah well, it means I
finally get to finish this email, which I started like two weeks ago.
Summer is upon us up here, and it's pretty freaking hot. Woburn was
in the 90's this weekend (and am I glad we weren't there), and even
Maine was in the upper 80's. This summer is likely to be quite busy,
since I'm going to the NC/SC area to see Been, Daddy, Coury, Daniel,
and Joseph at the beginning of August, and Momma is coming up to see
us in September. There's also Kay and Larry's yard party at the end
of July, and we're thinking of throwing a party for our local peeps
sometime in the next month, plus Waxor's head honcho is throwing a
July 4th party on, you guessed it, July 4th. We're hoping to get back
out to Northampton soon after Maggie successfully pops out the baby.
So, if anyone who gets this email wants any of my time over the
summer, you best claim it now. It's pretty much first come, first
serve.
Elliot just woke up, so my time is at an end... perhaps I will write
again some day.
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