I fell asleep tonight trying to put Scarlet to bed. I don’t believe I’ve ever done that. I found a nice, squishy, squooshy stuffed moose on her floor and I used it as pillow. I also wrapped Cassidy’s flannel bathrobe around me like a blanket. It was a warm and soft oblivion. At first, she ran around her bedroom like a maniac, careful not to step or topple onto me. Then she sat on my neck until I couldn’t breathe. Then she settled into the bathrobe with me and we fell asleep on the floor like Mama and Baby animals asleep on the forest ground. It was very sweet. I didn’t even think I’d blog tonight but that story was so cute I had to share.
I am knackered, though. I read a lot of British authors and they do have a lot of words that we don’t that I find very appropriate. I love knackered much more than exhausted. And I like to say bugger. As in, “I even smiled at the miserable old bugger in the weird sweater on the bus.” And saying, “All right?” instead of “Hello, How are you?” is fantastic. Bloody. Blimey. Blooming. Bogey instead of booger. Cheeky. Cheesed off. Chuffed. Crikey. I am gobsmacked at how many British slang words I love. Ok, I’ll stop now.
Now for photos! Scarlet does appreciative belly laughs when I make any kind of sound effect. It doesn’t matter so much what I do, as long as it’s enthusiastic. When I grunt in traffic because someone in front of me is too slow, she cracks up. I know she loves bubbles but she particularly loves the “Pop! Pop!” noises I make when I blow bubbles and pop them. This is a kid who loves bubbles:
Then there’s the new camera obsession. She loves when I say, “Click! Click!” in a high-pitched voice when I take pictures. She has a toy camera that she loves but she was delighted to find something even better the other day:
I got my first camera when I was seven and I still have it somewhere. I think Scarlet may be heading in that direction.