“I know,” I said, “I’m up for 45 minutes at a time in the middle of the night to feed the baby. I should watch one episode of an old TV series on Netflicks each session! Let’s see what they’re suggesting based on our viewing history… ooh, I haven’t watched this one since college! I’ll try the X-Files.” Alone. At night. In a darkened old house. Full of cats. Maybe I should rethink this plan.
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Our favorite musical baby toy appears to be haunted.
Papa Bird suggested this yesterday, when it spontaneously changed songs; now it has turned on when it was across the room from us and not near any cats.
If it isn’t haunted, perhaps the explanation is that the baby has experienced some sort of telepathic growth spurt.
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Monster Hands and I are out for a walk in the neighborhood. We just passed two little boys, aged 4 or so, playing in a yard.
Boy #1: “Baby!”
Me: “Hi!”
Boy #1: “Is that a real baby?”
Me: “Yep! She’s just wearing a big hat. See?”
At this, I tilted Monster Hands’s sun hat so it fell over her eyes and then perched back on her head.
Boy #1 laughed. Boy #2, made a face that suggested he was wresting with an existential crisis, aimed his empty squirt gun at us, and slowly pulled the trigger.
A few minutes later, we sat down under a tree. Here she is, possibly contemplating our earlier brush with gun violence.
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Today, we took Monster Hands to the park with Grandma Tuba and Grandpa Piano, for her first encounter with a stream.
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I was ignoring the cat just now (Abelard) so he jumped up and CLIMBED MY BRAID. We had all just watched the Rocky and Bullwinkle episode about Rapunzel.
How has this never happened before, I now wonder.
Just two Western Washingtonians, geared up to face the sunshine.
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