What’s a lamb’s favorite Christmas song? Fleece Navidad.
Why do bishops go to grief counseling? They need a sense of crosier.
Why do mice vacation in a piano? They love the keys.
Two on the bottom, one on the top. Nothing like progress, eh? Also, the child is learning how to leverage himself against piece of furniture A in order to climb onto piece of furniture B. This is interesting, and amazing, and a little scary. After all, up until now I know I can leave him in the living room (only room in the house where this applies) and know that he’ll still be on the floor, and undamaged, when I get back. No longer.
Also (ugh) learned this morning that I had failed to turn in an assignment due on Sunday. This is, I realize, my own fault. I’m a big girl, and I could have written down the date for turning in the assignment. Still, you’d think that the Big Girl who is teaching the class would have the good sense to occasionally remind her [busy, working adult, professional educator] students when things are coming due. Blah. Stupid world.
This is escapism, pure and simple. I should be sleeping, or assembling the bookshelves, or finishing the laundry, or sending out class notes, or writing, or doing one of the other dozen things that I haven’t done yet because of the total fullity (this is now a real word) of the day.
But I’m not. I’m writing a postie for the bloggie instead. When I’m done with the postie for the bloggie, I’m going to sneak into bed with my babbie and wait there until my spousie gets off the phone with his mummie, at which point we’ll all go to sleepie.
LONG freakin’ day, can’t you tell?
Several toofers around here lately. My son (at a whopping 10.5 months old) has decided to start growing a tooth. This is exciting, primarily because the coming of the tooth was not heralded by much sadness, weeping, loss of sleep, or other unpleasantries. On the contrary—he’s been a very happy child for quite a while now. The clue came a week ago, when he began displaying a new set of skills with his tongue. Why is he doing that, we wondered, and now we know. He was playing with his new tooth. How fun.
Also, you’re getting two blog posts fer one day. Good for you.
Also, I survived my first week of [almost] all my piano students coming as scheduled. It should be a fun ride, though Wednesday and Thursday afternoons might get a little hairy. It’s great when students are sibling pairs, because the other kid just can’t be stopped from playing with V. Thusly, he is occupied happily for the whole hour. It’s the onsies that come with their mums that are a little less smooth, and when there’s several onesies and mumsies in a row, we get itchy about the edges. Oh well. I did ok, no one got up at the end and said, “Never mind, we’ll find another piano teacher.” And they all paid me, so everything must be fine. One week down, 51 to go. Well, probably less than that, because people don’t take in the summertime. Tell you what, though, I’m already looking forward to Christmas break.
And also a little of this:
And rounded it all out watching Uncle Matt do this:
But now it is time to get back to work. I must buy things, sell things, make things, wash things, answer things, read things, write things, sort things, repair things, and otherwise realign my life. More on THAT progress later.
Oh, also, today I made the bagger at the commissary mad. I don’t recommend it.