Shoot. I almost forgot. I can’t let the day get away without
mentioning Is.’s .333ieth
birthday today. That’s right: four months.
The past two days have been especially, er, babyful in that she and I have
spent full days together while D. fills in at the school. I made
the mistake yesterday of being lured out into the unseasonable tropical winds of late
November (balmy 67-degrees; no kidding) with Is.-in-stroller and Y. on the leash
for a half hour walk. At the precise moment when we were farthest from the
house, Is. let go with a series of raging shrieks so alarming even Y. didn’t
know whether to cover his head with his paws or run for help (no, I’ve watched
Lassie; Lassie he. is. not.). Pausing for attempts to console her only
made matters worse. Sheepishly and at a quickened pace, we pressed on until home
And today. To-day! I will spare you the vivid and surprising details.
Seriously, you wouldn’t believe me. Come to think of it, maybe this one is best
presented in a list:
- A leaking event.
- HazMat suit?
- Every day of four months old!
- The diapers, they are each printed with one prominent Sesame Street character on the front.
- Cookie Monster will never be the same.
- Replaced by Elmo or Zoe (does it matter?).