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blather blather...

Yesterday, Trae wanted coffee. Of course, he'd already had his coffee in the morning, so I told him no. I gave him a fresh piece of angel food cake (a bite sized piece) and he threw it to the floor, trying to indicate just how mad he was. I asked him to pick it up and he said "NO!" I told him he needed to pick the cake up, or he was going to his crib for a time-out. He reached back, opened the drawer where we put the kitchen towels, and stuck his fingers in. "Fingers stuck...." Nice try. I said okay, let's go for a time-out, so he quickly scooped the cake up off the floor and came to give me a hug.

Trae also got a hold of me cell yesterday afternoon, and pressed buttons until he finally got through to someone. I was sitting across the room, and from there it sounded like my mom, so I said "Trae, it's grandma..." He immediately asked "grandpa ohm?" I heard him say "Anya ohm...?" so I figured out it was my sister, Misty. This is the conversation from my end.

Trae: "Anya ohm...?"

Trae: "Ercaa, ohm...?"

Trae: "Eyyitt, ohm...?"

Trae: "Casey, ohm...?"

After he gave me the phone back, he was standing up next to the coffee table leaning on it with his arms, his feet crossed saying:

"Anya, ohm...?.....yesss"
"Casey, ohm.....?noooo"
"Erica, ohm...?....noooo"

Repeating the conversation he had with Misty to himself.

Brookelyn spent the night at my mom's house on Tuesday night. She had brought me a sticker earlier and asked me to place it on her nose like a little nose stud. After bible study last night, she explained to me that she had to stay over night at grandma's again because she "forgot her nose ring" and had to go get it. She also had a nasty bruise on her arm with a raised white bump in the center. My mom was showing me, and saying she thought it was a spider bite, but she was touching it and I hate when people touch bruises so I was all grossed out. We moved on to the next subject, and Brookelyn came up and says "mom, look..." and when I do, she's pressing the bruise as hard as she can just to freak me out. Nice little girl I have...

Somehow this morning, as I was wiping massive amounts of baby puke off my shoulder while still holding said puker who had his nuk in his mouth and standing roughly 4 feet from the basement stairs, he managed to spit it out and I watched in horror as it slid across the floor, down the stairs and over the edge behind the piano. Oh, it's one of those days, huh...? I'm not having it, I make my own happiness. Today will be great.

One last thing...theres this awesome giveaway over at Le Musings of Moi, and I want 3 bonus entries for posting about it because the prizes are that good. Mosy over and check it out for yourself.....oh, and the readings good too, she went up on my sidebar after reading 3 posts!

Writer's Workshop

Another writer's workshop from MamaKat.

I chose to write about a stray animal I took in. And when I say stray, I mean baby animal fallen from his nest. I thought about writing about someone who irritated me, but I think I went far enough with that when I sent him virtual daggers....

One day, when I was about 9 or 10, my dad came home and told me and my 3 sisters he had a surprise for us as he cupped his pocket. I assumed it was candy or pens. He told us to gather round and come closer, and then gently pulled out a baby squirrel that had fallen from the nest. The nest was way up in the rafters on the building where our family window business was run. Thinking back now, from my best judgement I'd guess it was really only 7-8 feet high, but to me it seemed so high, and I suppose for a baby squirrel, that was a long drop. I have to admit that I thought he was ugly and actually couldn't tell what it even was! We all sat in the living room around the squirrel, who my mom had put on a heating pad to warm him up, trying to think of names. I don't remember name suggestions, but I do remember his name: Earl the Squirrel....how's that for original? I don't remember how long we had him for, but I do remember watching everyone else hold and feed him because I have this obsessive/compulsive thing where I have to wash my hands the second after I touch an animal or I can't perform basic body functions like breathing or talking because thoughts of animal residue gasp! fog my brain. I also remember waking up (I think, I can verify this story with my animal loving sister, and then add edit notes to the end because she'll remember all the details) to find that he had died. I was sad, she was devastated. I don't remember how my other sisters took it, but I remember my mom gently telling us that Earl needed his mom's milk and that's why he died. Poor Earl, and can you imagine how his mother felt....?

***Turns out I was right on all counts, and my really little sister was devastated right along with my bigger little sister....make sense?
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