and of course, she was up bright and early saturday morning. we headed down to the tv room to play, and since we had brought along all of her clinically designed, psychologically tested "child" toys, she ignored them all and went straight for the golf balls. don't tell teed.
after a thankfully long morning nap, she was ready for some lunch:
the rest of saturday was spent running erands and not taking naps (if you were bebe). all weekend long, in fact, she skipped her second nap. she'd cry for a while, and when it became apparent that she wasn't going to sleep any time soon, mommy would go get her and bring her back to her adoring public. and to her credit, she stayed happy and bright and didn't act crabby one bit. she didn't even act overtired at all, which quite frankly unnerved me. her proclivity for social interaction is cause for concern. sure, mommy would love a well rounded child with the ability to interact with others and function properly in society, but daddy had other ideas. i was thinking "mime" school, and perhaps a basement apartment somewhere isolated. i guess we really do live the lives we wish we had through our children. *sigh*
damn, too late.
as he walked away i swear i could uncle ben saying 'you don't know. you're just a baby. you... you don't know...'
"well, i'm only a freakin' baby! somebody point me in the right direction, will ya'? sheesh!"