I have been out of the habit of writing because of the recent death of my laptop's power cord. Due to poor design of the iMac of four years ago, the power cord is especially susceptible to, how shall I say, childish tampering. We have lost three power cords to Stella's wily ways. I know it's not all her fault. My dad would tell me something like, "Well, you know what you should do? You should always unplug it and wrap it up and put it somewhere high."
Yes. I should. Should have!
On to recent events. This winter time has been dramatic. Many fits and tears. Many Stellonian beseeches to, "GO!" Where, you ask? Anywhere. The girl wants to go all the time. And while we don't always indulge that desire it is necessary to get her out of the house. She frequently wants to go when Gianna is sleeping. And I am loathe to wake the baby.
As I type this Stella is happily coloring and talking in her special language. It's fun to listen to--when she's calm. She often loses her wits when she wants something and we can't understand that language.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Getchu getchu go. Beebee shay wowa. At ta bebees. A baby, a baby, a baby."
"Up, up, up."
This is what she is saying to me right now. And that is why I don't get to write much anymore. She always wants to get in my lap--which leads to other things she wants to do. Most of which she's not allowed: free reign of the digital camera, pounding on the keyboard, touching the beautiful monitor.
And now she's left me chanting another familiar refrain:
"Shoes, shoes, shoo-es!"
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she's a girl after my own heart.
shoes was my very first word and i swear it will somehow be in my dying breath:)
i miss you girls.
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