Friday, October 27, 2006

Just Sleeping?

Books and Babies

Ok, so Little Pet is climbing on her rocking chair right now, standing backwards and rocking, trying to pull JB's neuro texts down. Juju is lounging in front of an old tape of Theodore the Tugboat, supposedly watching little Pet (payment 10 skittles/hour), so I can get a few things done. I did hear him do a nice reading of "Nuts to You" as I was walking down the back stairs to throw the laundry in, so he really is earning those treat for his lunch! Little Miss Petunia is addicted to books these day and grunts with excitement when she sees the busy spider, hungry caterpillar or brown bear. She also adores the lift the flap books by Karen Katz, especially the "Where is Baby's Pumpkin" book that's got shiny bats, velvet kitties and glossy candy apples. Yay- Halloween! There is another series of books that she likes called Find the Kitten (Puppy, Bird...) that we found second hand. They are old and some of the art is odd, but they are fun to look at, except the last page of the Bird book shows the pidgen on a window sill in the rain with it's head tucked under it's wing. Juju and JB think the bird looks dead, but of course the bird is just sleeping in the rain, at least I hope!

Congratulations to the newest member of the extended Monpon family: Vida Mae, the III! And to all the new babies this past year: Jack, Brodie, Noah, Sydney, Sophie, Isaiah, Audrey, Tess and Theo. Yea Babies!

Sunday, October 08, 2006

The Two Step

You think I'm going to read this but really I'm going to hurl it over my shoulder, hee, hee, hee

The Blur

The Sun and The Moon

I am missing the sunlight these days, that darned tilting planet, the cool mornings and those rainy afternoons. Not to worry though, a lightbox, African Gold music, Coffee, mini pumpkins, leaf collecting and psychopharmacology are all easing the transition. I’ve even wondered if it couldn’t be a delayed post partum depression of sorts, since I’ve weaned. But most likely it is all of it - the changing seasons, the changing body, the changing relationship with Lil Pet and the shifting focus from home to school, which has been rather demanding of my attention lately with readings, lino prints, drawings, exhibits and now some acrylic painting. It is all good, but it is all time consuming.

As for Little Pet, when I don’t find her fishing her nuk out of the toilet, squirreling dog food pellets away in her cheek, maniacally pulling books off shelves, or trying to climb out of her high chair for the 5th time during dinner, she is happily toddling from room to room with a grin on her face, proud of her two step (until she crashes head first into a wooden door frame, table leg or chair arm). Apparently, she thinks she can outrun Stella, the herding dog, but the bruises are giving her away.

The sleep thing could use some improvement it seems. For the past few nights she has woken up screaming bloody murder at least a trio of times. JB and I often have our most dramatic interactions at 2:15, 4:25 and 5:02 a.m., and they likely include profanity, throwing things and stomping around the flat frantically looking for some useless prop like a nuk or a bottle of anti-gas voodoo, all the while ranting about who needs to step up to the plate here and help out for once, while the other sits stunned with a screaming, writhing baby who just jolted them out of a deep and peaceful slumber. Then when the light goes on and the little beast actually wakes up, she is all smiles, ready to climb over to yank on the clock cord or investigate the dark hallway until eventually she comes back, climbs and squirms around us for a while until finally settling back into “sleep.”

So for now, goodnight moon and the room and the red balloon, and goodnight house and mouse and mush and brush and freaky old lady whispering hush. Goodnight sleep deprived parents with racing, rattling brains, and goodnight dear moon, in all your full, reflecting and glowing splendor.