|02:58 pm - Back home|
I'm not sure what to talk about. There's a quote from a Muppet retrospective that sums it up perfectly.
Kermit: And then there are those times when we're not funny.
Robin: Yeah, but I always figure that's the writers' fault.
Kermit: No, they're the times when we're not trying to be funny.
---it then segways into a clip of the Muppets doing "For What It's Worth" as a conservation song ---
That's where I am. I'm not trying to be amusing.
The song that's on the mp3 player now is one I sang to Asher. Asher loves being sung to or watched or spoken to. He's about a half step from crawling, talking, and getting teeth. He's just on the cusp of moving from baby to toddler. Well, maybe not just, but very close. I see a lot of potential for mischief in him for all that he's so good now. He's a happy baby, loves to smile, and talk, and be with people.
I do have some goofy stories to tell from the week.
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I know I owe some major thank yous. I've just sort of run out of day to make them. Off the top of my head:
Janice and Helen for helping with plane flights.
Elaine, Robin, Lori, and April for helping with transportation not involving a plane flight.
Matt for possibly the sweetest and most comforting thing that's ever been said.
And everyone else (insert YOUR name here) for all your comfort and support.
And now I really must go. More thank you laters.
(I wrote the bulk of this post at like 9:30 while doing some setup on the machine. The last paragraph at 2:55.)
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Billy Jonas - Some Houses