Bits and Pieces
In other news, we are getting Holly and Kevin's cats on July 8th and will keep them until the end of August. I mentioned that all six cats (ours and theirs) are indoor cats, right? Yes, indeedy. It will be a regular cat-house. A cattery. I think it will be fine.
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Patrick's vocabulary is expanding, but much of it is comprised of his own words for things. Like strawberries are Nah-dah. There is a logic to this, actually, since "nah" is his word for red and he pronounces the letters b,d and p as "dah" and he still substitutes a lot of words with their first letter. Thus, Nah-dah is red B, or red berry: Strawberry! Raspberries are Hah-dah. I have no idea why. Lawn mower is Maku. Zebra is Mehbo. He is fascinated by punctuation, and particularly likes the Ah Heeng Gah which is an exclamation point. He looks for letters everywhere and will bite bread into their shapes. A! J! C! He finds Y's in sticks and O's in stones and M's in the most unusual places (like a piece of undulating ribbon.)
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Two pictures from last week. One is of Patrick in the vegetable garden. The other is of the three of us on the grassy lane that goes from our driveway up to the trails in the woods.
You have a grassy lane that goes from your driveway into the woods? Have I mentioned that I hate you?
Kiddin!
I have a similar thing with my best friend--she's in love with a guy overseas, but their correspondence is a delight to read, thank god!
Posted by: Cecily | June 15, 2004 at 02:43 PM
Hi Julia,
No commenting on the, er, un-affair. The person I share The Batcave that is my office with would make a very nice confidant for Dumas but, as she is actually having The Affair, maybe not such a good influence. Wondering if Patrick is having any issues with letters vs numbers. Sara is just so perplexed with the whole zero vs O, B vs 8, S vs 5 thing. Really rather funny. Perhaps if I weren't laughing so hard at her obvious frustrated confusion, I would be a better teacher. Maybe I just like feeling superior to a 19 month old. I am one sad person.
Diana
Posted by: | June 15, 2004 at 02:49 PM
I love Patrick's little sneakers!!! If I'd ever had kids I'd probably have a roomful of little shoes of every sort; they are irresistible.
As to the un-affair, does hearing all the details make you feel old, somehow? Of course I *am* old, but that is how such things have always affected me. The man probably believes he is acting completely normally, but he might be advised to ask himself why it is that his wife has only had sex with him once since February. One doesn't get the feeling he can manage subterfuge particularly well.
Do tell--What does Steve think of your newly-shaped eyebrows? All best to all of you.
Posted by: terri c | June 15, 2004 at 03:52 PM
Eyebrow shaping on Saturday. I can't wait to see what happens to my whole life after this!
As for affair man. Shit or get off the pot, if I may be so horribly blunt.
I love the picking fights with his spouse to somehow make himself feel better about his choices. It just burns me up.
I could, and probably would go on and on about this topic...but it's only 6 o'clock and I haven't begun my nightly binge drinking ritual. But once I have started, you better believe I'll have a lot to say.
A lot of incoherent things to say.
Posted by: Melissa S | June 15, 2004 at 05:01 PM
The following is not advice--it's an insight into why so many people find me annoying.
If I were you, I would have long ago said to this pal something like this: "To be candid, although I care about you and don't think you're an asshole, you are definitely acting like an asshole. Your behavior is embarrassing me. It should be embarrassing you. It's icky. Wake up!"
Now do you see why I'm so popular?
Posted by: jilbur | June 15, 2004 at 09:15 PM
Okay -
I have to say that I've intercepted many letters and seen this scenario with MIDDLE SCHOOLERS - hmph. And of course this whole pseudo-affair is not even the cause of his marital issues. I can understand your annoyance with all of this.
Cool kids in MI, huh? Well, maybe now that we're home to NBA National Champions (Yahoo!!!!), it just *might* be cool to say "leevators". :) I'll keep you posted on that one.
Spotting tonight, CD 1 will be tomorrow, baseline u/s on Friday...and away we go.
To quote Jack Nicholson, "Good times, noodle salad."
Laura
Posted by: Laura K. | June 15, 2004 at 11:54 PM
No, no, no, I get this guy. It's all about the wanting. Some people really just want to ruminate, to stew, to work themselves into a big lather. As a prelude to getting a divorce, I guess.
Your kid recognizes LETTERS? Bites bread into the shapes of LETTERS? Is this the same kid that the kooky playgroup ladies were saying was slow in his verbal skills? My kid is almost 3.5 and I think he might be doing some selective reading, but so far, he is completely not coming up with naming letters. No way. Wow. That rocks.
Okay, well, your kid, your woods, you, your husband, all very gorgeous.
Posted by: Mollie | June 16, 2004 at 01:10 AM
See, what struck me was not so much the would-be affair having friend, the gorgeous child, or the beautifully pastoral picture in the woods, but rather the cats. Did you say 6?
Posted by: Lisa | June 16, 2004 at 08:43 AM
What a beautiful child! What a beautiful woods! OY!
Sarah
Posted by: Sarah | June 16, 2004 at 09:19 AM
"Existence IS absurd! Don't you see? Aren't you nauseous?!" *swooning* oh, these are the moments that make my little blog heart swell.
Posted by: bluepoppy | June 16, 2004 at 11:35 AM
So many things to comment on--your annoying friend, your gorgeous family, drunk-as-usual Melissa...where to begin?
The words "vegetable garden" have filled me with envy. Someday I'm going to post a picture of the air shaft that two of our windows look out on--it looks like Bergen Belsen, in there. Except with Sunkist cans.
Posted by: alice | June 16, 2004 at 12:01 PM
Six cats and HOW MANY litterboxes???
Yikes.
Good luck!
Posted by: dayment | June 16, 2004 at 01:30 PM
"Dumas" -- ha ha ha I love that spot!
Posted by: Ninotchka | June 18, 2004 at 05:02 PM