toddler blues

Bathtime, and little one doesn't want a bath. Maybe I need a bath...

My little treasure drawer was accessed today. The little tikes lego table pushed next to it, drawer opened, and all the little items I thought safe, exposed.

I think I'm singing the toddler blues . . .

Daisy

Daisy has lived with me since she was six weeks old. We traveled together across the country, camped in Oregon, Montana, South Dakota, and Minnesota. My first child.

My second child adores her. "Daisy" was her first word, and all cats are "Daisy". Anything she finds particularly pleasing or happiness inspiring, is also a "daisy".

I'd like to see the bugeoning lava dome. Nearby lives a friend of Andy's whose wife raises cats. I have a vision of the visit: Alexa running gleefully from cat to cat shouting "Daisy . . . Daisy".

Arrive Alive

Today was the first day I felt normal. Visiting New York was fun, but all I did was sleep and still came home exhausted.

Andy and Alexa are downstairs doing laundry. I am excited at reclaiming our downstairs. It's been lost space.

The ultimate vanity, a blog that I host on a space with my name. That would be fun. Perhaps that should be my next adventure. I visited a blog today "Wonkette", and I thought, "she's so referenced, yet why? I could write and collate facts as well as she can".