A better look at George.
Adelaide meets Minnie Mouse for the first time, September 2012.
This may or may not be the highlight of Laidey’s life so far.
(P.S. – If you notice that Adelaide’s smile looks a little different, she got stung by a bee on her upper lip a few days prior and it swelled up pretty badly that day.)
I think my baby’s turning into a little boy.
Outside My Office Window
A poem. ::ahem::
There are parrots in the tree
One is red faced, one is green
In the branches of the palm
They sit and squawk all morning long
George and Martha are their names
Two lovebirds recall their days
As first lady and first man
When democracy began
George and Martha in a tree they
Perch above the 210 freeway
Oblivious to my short verse
For lack of knowledge they’re no worse
Their brains are tiny, very small
Comprehension none at all
Of office work and coffee breaks
Cocktail parties, birthday cakes
But I bet they have more mirth
Than some folks who walk the earth
And don’t consider that these two
Parrots mimic me and you
Talking squawking passing time
Reliving days that passed us by
Unaware of watchful eyes
And ears that hear our laughs and cries
George and Martha, off they fly
To other trees and so I sigh
And hope to hear their laughter croon
In my tree this afternoon
Minnie and Bones
This Halloween was Adelaide’s first time trick-or-treating.
August was dressed like a skeleton. Adelaide was supposed to be a skeleton, too, but she lost her skeleton shirt yesterday, and we haven’t been able to find it anywhere. (How we lost a glow-in-the-dark shirt in a 400-square-foot house is anyone’s guess.)
Adelaide decided she wanted to be a ghost, but I didn’t want to sacrifice a sheet. So she decided to be a bat.
“But we don’t have bat wings for you, Adelaide,” I said.
“That’s OK, Mommy! I’ll just flap my arms!” said Adelaide.
“Well, why don’t you dress up like Minnie? I’ll put a black nose on you,” I said.
“How about I’ll just be a bat!” said Adelaide.
“Why don’t you put on your butterfly wings and you can be a butterfly?” I said.
“Um, I think I’ll just be a bat!” said Adelaide.
So she put on a black turtleneck and black leggings and went out as a “bat.” This from the girl who wears a costume 364 days a year.
Of course, nobody knew what she was.
“And what are you dressed up as?” they asked.
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!” said Adelaide.
“Oh, uh…hmmm…OK! Well here’s some candy!” they said.
“She’s a bat, haha” I would say.
I looked like the laziest mom ever.
But Adelaide had a great time. And so did I. We trick-or-treated along our regular walk route, so I got to meet some of the people inside the houses that we’ve passed hundreds of times before.
And boy, did Adelaide love getting candy. There was one house with a particularly freaky lawn display. Adelaide pointed out some baby dolls in a chicken wire cage and I said, “I don’t think this is a good house for us to go to. Let’s go to the next house.” Adelaide protested, “It’s OK, Mom! I’m not scared! It’s just pretend!” We didn’t go back to that house, but I was impressed by her willingness to visit a scary house in order to get candy.
When we got home, Adelaide decided that she did want to be Minnie Mouse after all, so she dressed up in her Minnie dress and asked me to give her a black nose. Just two hours too late, but I got some pictures.
All in all, Adelaide’s first trick-or-treat was a good time. I learned that, not only do we live in a great neighborhood, but we also have some really nice people around here…people with kids, even!…if only I could figure out how to meet them…You know, on a day besides October 31st.
Augs brushing his teeth