Here is an excerpt from an alphabet book that has always irked me. We see here a lion snuggling with a sleepy lamb. Fair enough. But wait...the lion is winking at us, the audience. It's a sly, knowing wink. When you think about it, what possible reason could there be for that wink, except to convey the message that the lion is absolutely going to devour that lamb in the near future? Sick.
News from the front:
While Lily is still cultivating a crazy-fanatical possessive streak, she has at least begun to be more civil about it. Today Abby took her shirt, and instead of the tried-and-true screaming of, "Mine!", she instead said, "Abby, Lily shirt" in a tone almost approaching calm and collected. How about that?!? Reason to celebrate.
Jen took the morons to the community center for freeplay time, the existence of which I think is pretty rad. Kudos to the government giving our kids a chance to run around. For the second time in a week, some little kid decided Abby was her new best friend and tried to make off with her. Something about the blonde one makes her an irresistable target for friend-making. Maybe she's approachable because she's only a foot tall. Give or take.
Tonight, while Jen was out socializin' with some school people, Abby decided to not-sleep. This was odd, since it was Lily who I heard consistently for an hour over the monitor counting quietly to ten over and over again. They'd been upstairs for an hour and a half before Abby let out some rather abrupt cries. Seemed like the kind that don't go away, and they were loud - making them possible Lily-wakers - so I bounded up and snatched her away. She was adorable, laying on my chest, giving me smiles and flirts, until Jen came home and she shared it with her, too. It was one of those wakeful times that kinda makes you not want to take her back up.
Day three hundred and thirty nine.
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