Scene: Basi home. Alex comes up the stairs, burdened down by a drum (IOW, a Tinker Toy cannister.) He looks straight at me and says, "Mommy, are you gone?"
I look up from the computer. Eye contact. "No, honey, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere tonight."
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you weren't gone."
HAHAHA!
Scene: Morning, about 8:15 a.m. We are looking at the wedding album. "Who is that?"
"That's great-grandma Papadopoli," I say.
"Great-grandma Papawy Dapawy?"
Julianna is very giggly today. Have I ever mentioned that I am completely, hopelessly, helplessly addicted to her laugh? Especially since she guards her giggles. Alex has always been a laughy-taffy kid. Giggles at the drop of a... well, a pin head, much less a hat. So today, she giggles because I look funny when I'm feeding her. She giggles when I laugh. She giggles when I tickle or chew (and she is very chewy). She is reaching out and grabbing life by the bongos/Mardi Gras beads/ drums/scrap paper/brother. (She's very into noses at the moment.)
And she's stubborn as anything. She'll stand (knees locked), but she WILL NOT go on all fours. Steadfastly refuses.
Ah well, just a little slice of Basi life. I was reading over an NFP recertification course when Alex came to ask me if I was gone, and I had to stop and share.
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