This is a hairy situation

Thursday, September 04, 2008

We saw this guy the other day and today we had to rescue it from being roadkill. OK, so I doubt this is the same caterpillar, but they were definitely of the same species. This one is fatter though, so unless it gained a lot of weight in a night it probably isn’t the same caterpillar, but whatever. It’s cute!

If it is some kind of sign of things to come then I’m totally stumped. I mean, the metaphor is right there, staring you in the eye, but it just doesn’t sit right with me. Not any of it. So right now it’s just a caterpillar, maybe even the one from yesterday.

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I realized today while stacking in the frozen pizzas (oh. my. god! I’m trying to steer away from candy, so now I’m eating frozen pizzas. Not necessarily an improvement.) that we need to make room for more stuff, so maybe it would be time to make away with the placenta.

Yes.

The placenta.

It’s been in there for two years, and yes, that is at least 1½ years too many, believe me I KNOW. Some tree is going to get the pleasure of trying to grow on top of a really old placenta and wonder what it did to deserve that.

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Carlita is just now frustratingly and painstakingly learning to put the right shapes through the right holes in her toy bucket. She never showed any interest in the toy before now, and now she can get really vocal when it doesn’t fit where she wants it to fit. If I help her too much or too little they know about it down the bend.

And defiant, oh my! She is currently eating a slice of toast as is, in favor of my spreadable cheese concoction, because the dry bread slice is from the lot of bread slices that she emptied on the floor from their bread bag, and I might have been a little stern when I told her how we don’t do that sort of thing, so now the slice that she snatched up will be her cross to bear because mommy was being mean and now I will suffer because she suffers, spreadable cheese be damned!

She and her father are alike in many, many ways.