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Harper Jones
vjones@whirlingdirvishes.com
‘this is a dress-up box for the future & it’s filled with stuff like courage & love & play because they’re the only things that are any use at all when you get Right down to it’ -SP
Yep. That’s what we did. We played. Until Momma had to leave. :-(
I’m sure you’re thinking, why in the world would a person weedhack through such lovingly wisps of baby hair? Well, after I got over the shock of actually changing, altering, treding upon the sacred baby puff, I thought the change looked cute. As in: I’m a baby with parents that like to live vicariously through my hairstyle, not the I’m 30 something Hot Topic worker and have a faux-hawk to display my lackluster childhood.
I had to actually disengage myself from the situation, as I could just see dangling ear drums and gashes that would require ER attention. Soon Shae presented a gleefully delighted child that just realized he was the center of all local affections.
On a side note: Our newest additions to the family have come to a very dramatic and drastic demise. Our fish, Chuck and Larry, were sadly disposed this past week. After seeing their bowl become a bit murky I decided to clean it. Chuck or maybe it was Larry decided to take matters in his own fins and leap directly down the disposal. Whoops. Said a short prayer and sent the little guy to fishy heaven. The latter was soon replaced in a clean fresh bowl to only pass away within 5 minutes. The Sherlock in me was a bit surprised when the truth was uncovered at dinner time.
MaryAnn:’ Momma, I cannot have milk with dinner tonight.’
Me: ‘ Why not?’
MaryAnn: ‘Because it didn’t give the fish strong bones, it killed them and I don’t want to be dead.’
Me: SNORTING!!!!
Milk does not do the fish body good.
Everyday we do the same. Wake, coffee, potty, shower, dirty diaper, giggles, sausage, eggs, lunchbox, kisses, be good or your dead threats, job search, email, job search, email, sunkist tuna, mom, words with friends, baby bye-bye, chubby clapping hands, skillet, zimmer, butterflies, ants, check dinner skillet, dirty diaper, bubbles, baby powder, pajamas, email, teeth, and back of eyelids.. repeat. This is ours.
But last weekend we did this…
Unfortunately, the bubbles took a little longer than normal and I grabbed these two first… Oh, we had fun.
PS I FINALLY FIXED MY COMMENTS SECTION!!! I had to dismantle due to the mass amount of spam but it’s back up!
I promised a special birthday post for my 5 year old dirvish. I feel a little ashamed because I didn’t deliver, not that she peruses the web, but that I did so for my youngest and didn’t for her… so it’s personal guilt. I’m going to avoid the ‘everything from the ocean comes to bloom’ kind of deep profound entry and opt for the fun flirty side of the new 5.
In five years:
