Monthly Archives: August 2007

family, Otter

Why I won’t put my client on the stand.

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Here it is, the mating call of the Mississippi Gopher Frog!

It’s been likened to a revving motorcycle or a jackhammer. It is not the sexiest sound I have ever heard, but then again, I am not a Mississippi Gopher Frog. I am sure this particular specimen sounds quite charming to all those lady frogs out there.

Colorado is fun, we went to Hatchet’s baby shower today and got to reconnect with many old friends. There were a crush of people there, and Otter was a little unhappy about all the noise. He is so different from his sister. She always loved a crowd, but my little man prefers a quite, dim, air-conditioned room with a soft place to sit and a boob nearby. He was pretty high maintenance during the party as a result, so I am tired now, and I have that “feel the burn” sensation in my arms from carrying my big fella around and helping him sit and stand.

I am relaxing a bit now, sipping high quality wine and trying to let the muscles in my neck, shoulders, and back un-knot.

Mom’s party is tomorrow, and Aunty Mop and I spent the day shopping for much needed party supplies, and two-ply toilet paper, because for some unknown and completely irrational reason my mother bought one-ply last time she went shopping. Shudder (I can’t abide one-ply toilet paper, it always makes me feel as though I am wiping with a shopping list, or a receipt, or many of the other desperate alternatives a woman may consider when stuck in a public restroom sans t.p.)

I am looking forward to the party, though it will mean another day of Otter being surrounded by too many people. This time though, our room can be a quite resource. He and I can sneak off for a good long nurse as often as he would like.

Monkey, Otter, travel

Success, a near miss, and Walmart

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So we very nearly missed our flight. We got up at four am, showered, fed the children, loaded the car, and took off for the airport. It was lightly raining when we left, but by the time we were on the way, it was torrential downpour time. So much so that New York and the airport were both flooded by the time Lee dropped us off.
We took a route we had never taken but that turned out to be faster, luckily, because the rain slowed us and the traffic down a bit. Then of course the check your bags line was four hundred miles long. By the time we got through it I had to beg someone at security to let us cut the line so we could make the plane. Which we did, barely, as it was boarding. Whew.
Of course, we couldn’t stop to buy water, so we were very thirsty, especially as we had been running through the airport. Me carrying the baby in his sling and the backpack full of laptop, snacks, and various travel necessities and Monkey carrying her backpack with snacks, baby toys, and the all important stuffies and favorite books.
Luckily the stewardess was very kind, and gave us cup after cup without giving us the stink eye.
As for the flight itself, it was a breeze. Monkey watched a movie on my iPod and Otter alternatively napped, nursed, and flirted with the kind lady who was seated in our row. He didn’t scream, he barely fussed, and I actually got a very short nap during the flight.
Bless the PTB’s for my travel-capable children, the wonderful woman seated next to me, the kind woman in front of me who spent the whole flight with her seat in the upright position to give me more room, and the kind flight attendants who endlessly supplied us with drinks and helped Monkey to the bathroom.
I am here now, in my childhood home, having already availed myself of my mother’s help, taken a bath in her lovely claw-footed tub, and gotten tipsy on my wine-club wine.
Tomorrow, Mexican food, and hopefully tea with Hatchet.

Here is a lovely picture sent to me by Ellen: