Where Am I Going, And Why Am I In This Handbasket?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

NOW what am I supposed to wipe with?

You think I was kidding about my fucking cat, didn't you? We woke up to this on Saturday morning.


And THIS?

He's faking it. That's not real penance. He's not really sorry. Fucker.

Joey played on a basketball team this year and they won all but one game this season. Yay Joey! So they handed out trophies to the kids on Saturday and finally, for the first time in his trophy-receiving life, Joey's name was spelled right on his nameplate (everyone fucks up their last name) and Chris was quite thrilled.

The trophy had an old-school bronzy look to it, instead of the cheapy yellow pseudo-brassy plastic style we all got growing up. Sweeet. Then Chris turns it around. Hmm. The kid on the trophy has a ponytail.



Because it's a GIRL. Hahahaha.

The parents were the ones that laughed hardest. Notsomuch the wee ones. Joey didn't care because he plays like a bowling ball and can take anyone out without even trying.

I went to an Xmas party over the weekend and was lucky enough to catch that moment on film when a baby that doesn't quite know what to do with Santa, just decides to cry. I love that instant when the face is on the tip of transforming.


Ended the weekend by babysitting my goddaughter Sunday night, the cutest lit tot this sida the Mississip, so that mom & dad could go out to dinner.

Maya was a total love until bedtime. Then came The Drama. After half an hour of howling like all the animals in the baby book I was apparently reading only to myself, and pointing and going OOOH Nice Crib, and cuddling with her blankie to make her jealous enough to hustle over, I just picked her up and lowered her into her crib. OOPS.

(Judy Attitudy)

I just wanted her asleep before Joya & Matt came home.

She panicked and kicked out her legs and started wailing. As if I was lovering her into a lava pit. Seriously. Each time I'd try she'd cry cry cry. The crib was a torture chamber and she was horrified of it.

It broke my heart, she'd wail and cling to me and cry no no no no over and over. I'd pick her up and hold her and she'd drift off in my arms and then when I'd try to lower her again, she'd wake up and wail. Hahaha. I felt guilty and sad, even though I suspected she was playing me (Matt confirmed this later by laughing at me when I told him the story). Even though I know I could have left her there and she'd be fine. Which she was, when I finally got the balls to leave her in her crib 20 minutes later. She cried for a couple of minutes and konked out. Phew.

Then when they came home I realized I'd left my shoes in Maya's room so I snuck back in to get them, and couldn't resist the urge to peek. I noticed her blankie was tight over her face so I just took it off, you know, so she wouldn't suffocate, and then whoosh her head swung around and even though it was too dark to see her eyes, I knew she was awake. I swooshed outta there, hoping she'd think it a dream. But, no. She had woken up and started crying again. I could hear her in the hall as I scampered out.

I skipped out the front door right then and said bye to Joya realllly fast.

"Marci. You're an idiot."

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