Sunday, November 30, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
November 10, 2014 at 07:40PM
Monster (laying on my chest): I can hear your heart bleat. It's bleeding fast. from Facebook
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Sunday, November 9, 2014
November 09, 2014 at 10:38PM
Nov 9: Grateful for my kid who comes up with the weirdest things. Like today at breakfast (literally out of the blue, as in right before this we were talking about butter): Her: Me and Mommy are white and Daddy is brown. [Strange looks exchanged between Alex and I] Me: Hmm. Why do you say that, honey? Her: I dunno. Alex: Where did you learn that, bebé? Her: Nowhere. Me: Well, what makes me and you white, and Daddy brown? Her: [starting to get shy] I'm just kidding. Me: [smiling] It's ok to notice things, I'm just curious why you think that. Alex: Is it the color of our hair? Her: Yes. Me: [acting silly] Waaiiit a minute. When did you get white hair?! Her: [laughing] Noooo! Alex: So what color is your hair? Her: Brown! Me: So you're brown too! Her: No! Daddy is brown and you and me are white. And Grandpa is brown. Us [trying not to laugh]: So what is Grandma? Her: White! Boys are brown and girls are white. Us: Hmmm. This is especially confusing because she and I aren't that much fairer than Alex. We asked her what "color" several of our friends and family are but by then she was over it and kept saying "I dunno" and laughing. from Facebook
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Sunday, November 2, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
October 28, 2014 at 10:38AM
I forgot to mention last night that after we talked a little about how kitty cats can't talk and they talk to us with their body language like spikey hair and flat ears and flicking tail she thought a minute and said, a little forlornly, "I just don't understand him. And he doesn't understand me." from Facebook
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Monday, October 27, 2014
October 27, 2014 at 06:57PM
Monster sits next to me. Orange sits next to her and lets her play with his tail. For quite a while actually. Orange gets annoyed and bats at her arm and she bursts into soul-wracking tears. Like hard-to-breathe-heart-wrenching tears. I get her calmed down enough to talk and ask, "Are you sad because he hurt you, or because he hurt your feelings?" And through more sobs she tells me, "I'm sad because he hurt my feelings and why doesn't he like me anymore? But I love him!" from Facebook
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014
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