2002-09-09 - 1:33 p.m.
Still no sign of the yoga mat. And, this house is not that big. I just know I stored it away somewhere thinking that the storage place made sense. Where???
Lou is out like a light. She actually fell asleep in her high chair today. She never does that. She was getting droopier and droopier and having more and more trouble finding her mouth with the little avocado chunks and cheerios she was eating. i thought to myself....hmmm....I wonder if she would actually fall asleep there? And, lo and behold, she did. Usually, I have to rock her to sleep after a warm bottle.
Ahhh...I wish someone would rock me to sleep after a warm bottle...not in any fetish sort of way. Good God. Don' t get me started on that whole dressing-up-like-a-baby fantasy thing. That's one i just don't get. I say let the people have their fantasies. And, as long as they do not involve children or unwilling partners I say...more power to them. As a matter of fact, I don't care if they want to sit in a diaper and or have sex with one of those big Disney characters. By the way, I'm not even making that one up. i just read about it in Savage Love. People actually get off on dressing like big stuffed animals and there are costumes that are designed with holes and things to aid in fulfilling the fantasy. What is the matter with people? In the article, the were referred to as Furries. Nothing sexy about that, if you ask me. I digress.
Anyway, Baby Lou fell asleep in her high chair and i carried her to bed and she woke up just enough to hang on tightly around my neck. i have to say....it kills me when she hugs me. It's a new thing and it completely melts my heart.
Speaking of which...she is now awake and practicing her new raspberry sounds in her crib. Her cousin taught her those. I'm sure she won't last much longer before she wants to be released from her crib prison, and I've got a ton of things to do so I'll sign off. Tomorrow is a work day.
