11/21/2010
I felt bad for Tots today. I think he’s getting near the Terrible Twos part in his life. It’s rough on a kid to want to be big and do big stuff, but the need to still be taken care of like a baby. I think about what he’s going through as if I had to do it myself.
(It occurs to me now that I kind of am doing that, too. Mom still buys me stuff I need, drives me places I need to go, helps me with my housework. I want to be able to take care of myself by myself, but I don’t think I can right now.)
Anyway, nothing would make him happy today. He didn’t want to do anything the right way. He only wanted to go places he’s not allowed. When he has a rough day, so do I. I’m not really feeling like writing anything much more today, so I’m going to do a quick favorites list for fun.
Color: orange
Band of All Time: The Beatles
Book: Blessed are the Cheesemakers, right now
Movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail or The Imagainarium of Doctor Pernassus
Food: pizza
Drink: a big cup of orange juice in water with a ton of ice
Time of Day: early morning
Time of Year: Spring
Weird thing to have seen: a spider crawling over a leaf and a chicken eating it instantly
Place to Travel: Phoenix, Arizona
Thing to do: Cook for people
Vegetable: broccoli
Okay, now I’m bored.
I’m outta here.
Oh, wait. You know those small plastic playscapes for little folks? Our neighbors three houses down were getting rid of one that their kids don’t use anymore. They even helped me bring it up the hill to put it in the yard. I now know their names. That was probably the best part of my day.
RYN: It’s already closed for this year, but I signed up for it on a pet forum that I lurk at.
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I love this list!
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I came here to comment on your comment at EE’s page about hissing people in Macy’s. It was the funniest damn thing I’ve read all day. Now for your entry. I don’t think there is a single time in your life when a little help isn’t appreciated. Dad helps me ALL the TIME. Clanky helps her kids. That’s what parents do. You’ll do it for Tots someday. Circle of life, and whatnot. Not a reflection of who we are, other than that we are somebody’s child, even when we’re responsible growed-ups.
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