I feel somewhat responsible to this blog to keep writing it. I don't feel responsible to Facebook. While I took on both in a voluntary fashion, both I believe inspired by Martinis, I don't login to Facebook if I can help it, but do feel bad about not blogging. Weird, since there are a lot more people who read Facebook than even know that I have a blog. Also, because I am so strapped for time, I read my friends' blogs once I post an entry of my own and if I don't post then I don't keep up on the doings of my friends. Bad friend, sit!
A whole lot of what I have been up to is the Bumble Bean. I'm working from home 2 days a week now which means that on Tuesdays and Fridays I wake up at 4 am and work until 8 or 9, then start having fun with my little buddy and try to squeeze in a few more hours of work throughout the day as well as working through most lunches, going in early-ish, and leaving late on the other days.
He is more fun than there is any reasonable way to describe, so here are some vignettes I have been jotting down meaning to blog about.
At the moment he is using the splatter guard as a "tennis racket" to launch a variety of toys down the back stairs and commanding the Berg-kitty, "go get it!" "no, you go get it." As I write this the "tennis racket" has turned into a banjo, then a lily pad, and now abandoned for his true love - alphabet games & spelling.
We are in the kitchen. I am cooking bacon. On the table is a collection of toys representing two things for each letter of the alphabet. On the counter next to me is another collection of toys, one for each letter of the alphabet. The fridge is covered with magnetic word strips in runs like "moon cloud laughed" and "after one here cha cha is asleep." On the floor are his alphabet blocks, abandoned for now, and a collection of foam letters which he is licking so they will stick to the side of the cabinet. He is spelling rhinoceros. He is spelling it wrong and I point out that it should be "os" at the end instead of "is." He sounds it out for me, and sure enough, he is correct. That is exactly how we all say it in this house.
The Bumble Bean is sitting on the floor of the kitchen while I'm making bourbon chicken. He has his toys drum and is hitting it while flinging his head back and forth shouting, "Animal, Animal, Animal!" It is really an amazing imitation of the great Muppet drummer.
The Bumble Bean started drawing stick figures this weekend. he makes two circles for eyes, a big crescent for a mouth, then draws lines from the mouth to represent arms and legs. I wonder if that means he's an optimist?
He has started arguing a lot more. If I say no, he'll say, "the yes." If I say yes, he'll say, "the no." We will go on like this for a while, the Bean become more heated and then he will deliver, as the clincher in the argument, "the chipmunk." So far, no one has been able to figure out what the chipmunk is, where it's from or what it means, but the Bean has decided that it trumps. He is of course wrong in that but not because it is a chipmunk.
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