blame it all on me 'cause god I need a cola now Returning to my kitchen after a week's absence, I discovered it infested by ants. I rushed to judgment, blaming my husband for leaving a dish in the sink, but he actually had cleaned out the cupboards when he had discovered the little insectile bastards. I cleaned and cleaned, wiping the poor guys into oblivion in my obsessive need to cook my food in a vermin-free atmosphere, but to no avail. Then, stopping to note their habits, I realized that the cleanliness of my kitchen has little to nothing to do with the presence of the ants: rather, they have built their Silk Road through my kitchen. They are merely attempting to pass through, entering from a crack above the refrigerator and exiting through a crack under the back door. This doesn't make me feel any better about the situation, though. Juniper is almost crawling, and she quite decidedly says "Dada", while reaching for her Dada, or looking at him, and when she pinches his face and twists his lips and pulls on his hair she is always excitedly whispering "Dada! Dada!" He is quite a wonderous object, that Dada. She has also started refering to anything by mouth as "nana". I thought she was trying to say banana, and perhaps she was, but apparently she doesn't make the distinction between actual bananas and rice cereal, avacados, or my own two ripe, bouncy nanas. I left the dear thing for the first time of any length when we attended my ten-year reunion last Saturday. I was really ready to trundle out and attempt to have fun in my newfound and slightly manic parentish-type way, but Juniper wasn't as hot on the idea. She actually did fine, although she wouldn't take a bottle, but she fell asleep okay. The trouble came when she woke up again about an hour later. She didn't deal with my absence very well, and yelled "MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!" until she was hoarse. My parents called me and I rushed to their house (a short trip) and heard her immediately upon screeching into the driveway. I ran in and she fell asleep as soon as my mom handed her to me. But then she did that little hiccup breath thing in her sleep all night and I felt really, really horrible. |