Laura's Post:
2:09 PM: I look up from my clinic reports: both sisters are playing happily together with the Fisher-Price kitchen. Thalia takes a break to push the stroller contentedly around the living room.
2:10 PM: My next sentence is interrupted by Mark's voice from the bathroom: "Why is Thalia playing in the toilet? Sophia, why are you naked?"
Things do indeed fall apart so quickly. Now I'm laughing too hard to write about comprehension strategies.
I was taking a slow walk across a college campus this morning with Thalia toddling at my side when a lady suddenly shouted out loudly to us from a distant picnic table.
"Hey! You two are the cutest thing that I have seen all day! Your little girl in a white dress, matching her daddy in a white shirt. Thanks for that!"
"You're welcome!"
(That's right. The world is our fashion runway, and we look this good to please ; )
Grocery shopping through Meijer with an adorable one-year-old in the cart seat can be a strange experience. Apparently, adults young and old, far and near, can't help themselves but engage with Thalia as I'm walking up and down the aisles. I actually jumped a couple of times when folks leaned in suddenly to get a closer look at my baby. To be honest, it creeped me out a little. Maybe it's because I'm an introvert who prefers anonymity when I'm squeezing the produce. Well, after several close encounters in a row today, I decided that the experience is not unlike walking through Disney's The Haunted Mansion, with delirious spirits materializing out of nowhere at every turn cooing ghostly "ooohhhs" and "aaawwws" with exaggerated grins and pointy, probing fingers....Most of these Meijer hauntings are actually very sweet, but I still can't shake the feeling that I shouldn't be exposing my child to this kind of unnatural attention...
Laura: Have you seen the sealant tape we just bought?
We hear suspicious noises in the kitchen.
Me: No, but I think Thalia just threw it away.
Sophia: Yes, she did!
So now I'll need to child proof the trash cans after digging through them first for valuable items...Sigh...
As I was paying bills at my computer, I caught sight of Thalia sticking an elastic hair tie into her mouth.
"Thalia! Give that to Daddy. Here, honey, give that to Daddy!"
At first, she looked disgruntled about being caught, but she toddled over with a smile a few seconds later and handed it over.
"Thank you, Thalia, for giving it to Daddy! Good job!"
I turned in my chair and tossed the tie into the wastebasket. When I turned back around, she was tottering off with my wallet in her hand. She had swiped it right off my lap, that stinker!
