I fucking love the song "Delta Dawn." Don't hate me too much, but whether it's Helen Reddy or Tanya Tucker, I will sing the shit out of that song all night long. In fact, that's what I've been doing. Sitting at my computer, playing ZamBeeZee, the Media Player playing Delta Dawn over and over again.
Shit--Erik just came up and he's not going to be ok with either the Delta-Dawn-o-rama or the ZamBeeZee, or the Helen Reddy for that matter. Oh well. Fuck it.
So--Images from the last few days.
Sophie, sitting on the toilet, naked, a Scooby-Doo band-aid hanging off of her chin, talking into a pair of nail clippers like they were a cell phone.
Erik, laying on the couch, exhausted with me, the world, and everything.
Mandy--across the booth from me at Sullivans eating buckwheat pancakes.
Soph again, naked from the waist down, running through the house yelling "My pants are KILLING me!"
Janzen, brows furrowed, playing foozeball as though it were the fooze finals of the universe.
Mandy at Walmart, helping Soph and I find the perfect place mat to fit into Soph's lunch box. (It's a montesorri thing)
It's been a kind of surreal week or two. The holidays always give me that weird feeling that the world only exists as a bizarre setting to see just how fucked up it can get me. Sometimes in a good way--sometimes bad.
Soph had her first day at Montesorri today. (Note to self: learn to spell montesorri.) I think (she said knocking on wood) that it is going to ROCK! Imagine, a lovely remodeled house, with kid sized tables, 3 loving teachers, and trays and trays of "work." Example--2 beakers with purple liquid, a turkey baster, and a sponge. 3 year old heaven!!! Or if you'd rather, a box of locks, and a box of keys, ready to match and open. Would you rather cut? How about little strips of colored paper all ready to snick and snick. Blocks more your speed? Why not put some together on the floor, then see if you can get a marble to roll down them? Where as in the past, Soph would run to me and grab my legs when I picked her up, today she absently said "Hi mom" and went on sweeping little pieces of foam into a square taped on the floor.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Seeing your little girl HAPPY!
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
The battle of the pants