What larks
4:14 p.m. on 2004-11-14
I want to talk about my beautiful daughter now. To start with, she is soooooo fucking cute. How did such a creature come out of my body? All the other things that come out of my body are somewhat gross. She is almost walking, cruising around grabbing on to things and knocking them over. I got her some little fuzzy red boots with leather soles yesterday so that she can have some traction. It is so great to watch this little person learn how to be a human being. Every time she pulls herself up, then lets go and wobbles until she plops onto her bum, it is done with joy and wonder, not to mention determination and endless repitition. In fact, this is the attitude with which she tackles most of her endevors. When I am folding laundry, she will stand holding on to the basket and hand me things, and when I say thank you she says "Da dar da," in the little singsong "you're welcome" voice. She loves the thank-you-you're-welcome game, and we'll pass toys back and forth indefinitely exchanging these pleasantries. Before nursing, she will squeeze both breasts and twiddle both nipples, to decide which one she wants. But, whichever one she chooses, she will always keep her hand on the other one, just to make sure her mother won't be replaced by some foul, one-titted monster when she isn't paying attention. Whatever she is eating, she will offer some to whatever beings are about: me, her dad, the cat; I have even witnessed her crumbling a cracker against the glass of the fish tank in her efforts to politely offer a snack to the placostamous. She is so full of manners! My parents are the owners of a particularly loud and annoying Goffin's Cockatoo, and Juniper has learned to perfectly imitate the pitch and timbre of the little whistle he does (she screeches, not whistles, but it is the same effect). She and the bird have whisting and shouting matches, which is funny if not exactly pleasant. I must tend to my little one and dinner.
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