There was an incident last night.
In the wee, small hours of the morning, when the whole wide world was fast asleep, including me and Aurora, I had a dream. I was helping a friend adjust his suit, and he was being bitchy. Ungrateful man, I thought, and bit him.
What a tiny hand he has! I thought. It fits completely into my mouth.
And then I heard the baby cry, and awoke to discover that I had fit her whole fist into my mouth and chomped. Apparently it didn't hurt too much since she only gave three little cries and fell back asleep. Thank god! Then I woke her again, shaking the bed as I laughed.
When my brother was about the same age, he and my mom and I were going somewhere. Suddenly Jimmy started crying. (See a trend here?)
"What did you do to him?" my mom demanded, unable to see us as she had to continue driving.
"I bited him!" I declared, defiant.
Old habits die hard. I guess the moral is: don't bite anyone, even in your dreams. Unless you're four, and your mom is too busy driving to punish you.
Cuddling feels so good, doesn't it? Especially when you're supposed to go to the zoo for the first time EVAR and it's overcast and cold.
Since Aurora's evening meltdowns seem to be from tiredness, I've been trying to get her to nap more during the day.
Smacky and I went to breakfast with Lorraine on Monday, and Smacky wore her new San Francisco duds, sent by her Auntie Tabitha.
Last night it stayed warm quite late (well, late to me nowadays is 8pm) so to quell Aurora's fussiness we hung out on the front porch. The chair really isn't that big, but isn't she dwarfed?
