Outside Be By Baby.
.jpg "breastfed-babies-2")
Waking up on Valentine’s Day to this on the balcony. Snow is the perfect romance maker.
.jpg "L-L")
Visiting Grammy, there is a whole mish-mash of toys scattered around. Some retro oldies that belonged to me, mostly garage sale stuff and clean items from the recycle bin. Lots of stuffed animals and dolls, everything dragged around and dropped anywhere. Too many toys to even focus on or play with, really.
One of Grammy’s church lady friends came over. She asked a few times, which of these toys was Lucy’s favorite? I didn’t really answer, because like I said: sea of endless crap everywhere. She kept picking up random toys: “Is this her favorite?” Until she picked up a stuffed animal and smiled at it, kind of cocking her head to figure out what it was supposed to be, and then she threw it in horror with an “Oh!” I looked at my sister. Um… who gave that to the baby?
.jpg "the-clap")
Who let the baby play with the Venereals?
Luckily, Herpes was lying dormant under the couch. And Chlamydia and Syphilis were inactive (offsite at the siblings’). And the less-bawdy Epstein-Barr’s (Kissing Disease) gets cuddles at my niece’s house. I had purchased the whole line of venereals one Christmas, and with careful consideration had assigned each disease to a particular family member who shared some trait with the malady. With this sort of rationale: Herpes–> Sounds like Hair Piece–> Bald father could use a hair piece. And so on.
They’ve been kind of collecting dust on shelf, until, no doubt, the baby spotted them and began pointing and “ooo-ooo”-ing for it. And that’s how you end up with a baby clapping for the Clap, and a church lady picking up Gonorrhea.
.jpg)
Another glorious January day, supposedly hitting 58 degrees, but honestly it felt a lot warmer than that where we live. In the 60s, more like it. From the bottom of my heart, PTL, because it is days like this that truly make the winter here bearable. I have been silently begging in my mind for years…please. Just a little break. Like two days a month, all winter long, please just break the deep freeze. A little respite, a recharge, a mental jolt from the frozen tundra. It allows us to see the light at the end of the winter tunnel and remember there really is a thing called Spring. It is such a psychological lifesaver to have these weather breaks, I could easily tolerate another blizzard and being trapped inside for a week. Otherwise most winters, it’s just total confinement for weeks or months on end, with a bleak dead world outside. I’m so grateful this is happening while I am at home with an antsy toddler who really thrives on the outdoors. The tradeoff is, of course, climate change. *Sigh*.
Pete Junior Junior? Got Genes much? Sheeesh.
FTR… this playground is falling apart, and at the top of this slide, the whole structure sways back and forth and I’m afraid it’s going to collapse. I see a lot of screws loose and a few of the things are structurally unsound. Luckily there are rarely children playing here, just crackheads leaving burn marks on the plastic equipment and little dime baggies and cigarette butts floating around everywhere! I could make a comment about the quality of city playgrounds in rich neighborhoods vs. poor but I won’t bother.
Is that a single tooth on the bottom there?? Well, at 14 months, she finally grew her second tooth and is now the proud owner of TEETH, not TOOTH.This is a water park in the summer. Or at least, it’s supposed to be, but come to think of it, I am not sure I have ever seen water come out of it?
This is what it looks like when someone takes a hot pipe and taps out the cashed drugs. It melts into the plastic and kind of creates a little heap of molten cashed crack! Well, crack, or whatever folks are smoking these days. These burn marks are all over the playground.
Luckily, this kid isn’t aware of any of this, she just says, “wheeeee!”