Little kid in a big chair
I’ve always kind of thought I’m not a baby person, but the past couple of weeks has really proven to me that I am correct in believing that. I mean, babies are cute, and there is something to be said for their warm floppiness and the way you can snuggle them up on your chest and they won’t lick you and dart off giggling, but toddlers are infinitely better, at least in my estimation. (I say that recognizing completely that she’s only in the infancy of toddlerhood, and in a few months I will be coming here to moan about tantrums.) (Also: I don’t mean YOUR baby. Your baby is great. I love your baby.) Ellie is just so, so much fun right now. She’s also moody and impulsive and has learned to climb on things and whines like it’s her job every day starting at about 3:30 … but other than that, she is just a freaking delight. She just seems like a little PERSON all of a sudden, a person who crosses her ankles when she sits on the couch and who comes to find me just to give me (gross, wet) kisses, and who pointed to my friend’s werewolf t-shirt and said “doggy!” One day before we went to camp, I said to her, “Please bring me your shoes” and she … brought me her shoes! We can communicate now! In a way we both understand!
And we discovered the other night that even though she only SAYS about 10-15 words, she understands way more than that. We started naming things in the living room and asking her to bring them to us, and she did every single time, even when it was “straw” (which might speak more about my iced coffee addiction than her brilliance, but whatever). Yesterday I said to her, “Where are your toys?” and she grabbed the end of her foot. I thought, hmmm, better try that one again. After 17 more attempts to get her to recognize where her toys were kept, each of which resulted in foot-grabbing, I realized she thought I was saying “toes”, which … we never taught her that? But she learned it somewhere?
At any rate, I think she is ready to get a job and start contributing to this family. Is there a job that primarily involves identifying and pointing to dogs? Or eating a lot of bananas? Or maybe should we start her with a simple lemonade stand?
I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but I saw some crunchy-looking leaves in a big pile under a tree the other day, and then yesterday morning when I went to get in my car, there was a crunchy-looking leaf on the dashboard. I have the windows open in our house, but I am wearing a sweater and socks as I type this. Socks, people! SOCKS. This is unacceptable.
I have seen a lot of ads recently for a new washing machine that apparently does a load of clothes in less time than the usual washer. How much less time? you might be wondering. Twenty whole minutes less time, which leads to the tagline for this particular appliance, which is something like “What will YOU do with your twenty extra minutes?” Which, I mean … does the ad executive for this particular campaign … not understand how laundry works? You don’t have to STAND THERE the whole time the cycle is going. Or … have I been doing laundry wrong this whole time? Are my clothes not getting clean because I’m not supervising the process?
There is something about fall approaching that always makes me want to start a new project, even though I am not a project-y person. Learn to knit? Make some curtains? Make a different kind of soup every day for a week? I am not a crafty person, nor am I the sort of person who embarks recklessly upon some Week of Soup. And yet? As they do every year, my thoughts turn toward crafty, soupy things. The possibilities are endless, and my enthusiasm is boundless. At least until November, at which point my thoughts turn toward hibernation, because winter is a force to be reckoned with. Or suffered through. Possibly both. At any rate, I have a lot of project MOTIVATION, but not much project SKILL. This seems like a recipe for frustration. Perhaps I will just taste test all of the hot chocolates available in the greater Wellesley area in preparation for the hunkering down that is as inevitable as the crunchy leaves on my dashboard.
I am having a glum day, people. We just got back from our yearly week volunteering at Camp Hermosa (which means I left behind some of my favourite people in the whole world for another year), and it is raining and grey outside, and the house is dirty, and Ellie is teething and feverish, and my friend Andrea is going back to work next week after a year of hanging out with me and keeping me sane while we both had tiny babies, and my cousin Trish is back in Kuwait, and my hair is stupid, and I broke a glass on the tile floor in the kitchen, and we don’t even have any cookies. Even these photos of a baby wombat and a baby kangaroo who are best buddies aren’t cheering me up, but I will offer them here anyway, because perhaps they will cheer YOU up, if you are suffering from a case of the Mondays.
I’m enjoying the Olympics, but I’m kind of over the commentary. I normally quite enjoy Canadian Brian Williams (especially the outstanding sweaters he wears to cover the Winter Olympics) but the other day he was reporting (along with another man, because apparently all of the women who would have been qualified to talk about the role of women in sports were unavailable at this time, probably out shoe shopping, amirite?) on the press conference featuring the female Saudi Arabian judo competitor, and when it got to the point where she was supposed to start answering questions and her brother answered them instead, he said, “For reasons that are unclear, her brother answered that question for her.” FOR REASONS THAT ARE UNCLEAR? The reasons are perfectly clear to anyone with a brain and a little awareness of human rights issues, BRIAN WILLIAMS. Saudi Arabia may have capitulated to the IOC’s ultimatum that they allow a woman to compete or have their country banned from the Olympics altogether, but we’re still talking about a country ranked FIFTH WORST in the entire world for women’s rights. In fact, I’m pretty ticked off at the media’s collusion with all of this, their light-hearted commentary on how this is a great sign of a giant leap forward in the Olympics and in Saudi Arabia. Why can’t we call a spade a spade? Why can’t we say, “Nice try, Saudi Arabia, but we see what you’re doing here. Maybe let a woman vote without the supervision and permission of her husband, and maybe stop criminally persecuting women for their own sexual assaults, and maybe stop encouraging horrible old men to marry 10 year old girls, and maybe do something to guarantee the safety of the two female athletes when they return to a country filled with a lot of people who are really very angry about their inclusion, and then we can have a pleasant chat about your presence at the Olympics.” I mean REALLY. For reasons that are unclear? Are you kidding me with this?