Act I: In Which Our Heroine is an Idiot.
At the breakfast table. RM eats the red Flintstones vitamins because little she-who-is doesn’t like them.
RM: The thing is, these red ones really do taste awful.
R: Yeah. You know, you could just swallow them.
Act II: Sometimes Rosey Grier Can’t Make It All Better.
RM (reading the daily report from little she’s caregiver): Aww C, it says here you felt a little sensitive this morning.
C: Yes, I tried not to cry but I did anyway.
RM: Oh, but it’s all right to cry! Crying takes the sad out of you!
C: I know, but the sad just kept coming, like a MACHINE!
Act III: With Grim Foreboding.
RM: What’s this weird soreness I’m feeling in my throat?
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Asides
» I have been remiss in posting SBJ’s latest stats: 23 pounds and 27 inches at six months. Yes, I’ve got the big mama biceps.
» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!
» SBJ is four months old, 19 pounds 5 ounces, and 26 inches tall. GIGANTOR!

C. is so smart. She’s already learned that, yes — sometimes it comes like a machine! And sometimes like a drippy faucet.
raindrops from your eyes….
Sigh. Free to Be…..
>the sad just kept coming, like a MACHINE!
That’s hilarious.
Free To BE!
Remember the singing babies? They were the best part.
sometimes I feel just like C…
AHHHH! I love Free To BE! I just bought it for a friend with a new baby. My mom & I give it as a joint baby-shower gift a lot too. Yay.
Feelings come and feelings go…