Karin’s quiet birthday; a mermaid; return to Puffin Rock
Happy birthday to Karin: treasured wife, adored mother, possessor of immeasurable intrinsic value. Witty, dreamy, pretty, kind.
Somehow, Etsy knows that it’s Karin’s birthday and that I’m married to her.
Here, have some ads in your email.
Thanks, Etsy.
Curiously, a lot of the ads have to do with the Zodiac. But the ads don’t seem to know what Karin’s sign is. I don’t think she’s one for embroideries and wall hangings of Scorpio the scorpion.
It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate kitsch. She bought me this skeleton of a mermaid, for the Halloween season.
Tonight, we watched the final episode of Cat Hospital, and then Karin put on Puffin Rock for Samuel (and for the rest of us; we needed a change from Samuel’s YouTube videos). It’s been many months since Samuel watched this show, which used to be his favorite. He seems to have forgotten a lot of it. He resisted it at first, but now he’s deeply invested in the story. He supplies a running commentary.
Oona is so bad!
No, Sammy, Oona is good.
Oona is good. Mossy is so bad!
No, he’s just silly. And hungry.
Mossy is so silly!
Yes.
So, this bodes well. Lately, he’s been downright distressed when we’ve played his old shows or read his old books. He seems to have intense, nostalgic, none-too-happy reactions to things from his past.
But we need him to come to terms with the past, because soon it’ll be time for Daniel to be exposed to these shows and books.
Last night, I went out to buy milk; when I returned, Daniel had learned to raise himself into a sitting position. Since then, he has been practicing sitting up, and tipping himself over onto the floor. Thunk! His poor little head!
Somehow, Etsy knows that it’s Karin’s birthday and that I’m married to her.
Here, have some ads in your email.
Thanks, Etsy.
Curiously, a lot of the ads have to do with the Zodiac. But the ads don’t seem to know what Karin’s sign is. I don’t think she’s one for embroideries and wall hangings of Scorpio the scorpion.
It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate kitsch. She bought me this skeleton of a mermaid, for the Halloween season.
Tonight, we watched the final episode of Cat Hospital, and then Karin put on Puffin Rock for Samuel (and for the rest of us; we needed a change from Samuel’s YouTube videos). It’s been many months since Samuel watched this show, which used to be his favorite. He seems to have forgotten a lot of it. He resisted it at first, but now he’s deeply invested in the story. He supplies a running commentary.
Oona is so bad!
No, Sammy, Oona is good.
Oona is good. Mossy is so bad!
No, he’s just silly. And hungry.
Mossy is so silly!
Yes.
So, this bodes well. Lately, he’s been downright distressed when we’ve played his old shows or read his old books. He seems to have intense, nostalgic, none-too-happy reactions to things from his past.
But we need him to come to terms with the past, because soon it’ll be time for Daniel to be exposed to these shows and books.
Last night, I went out to buy milk; when I returned, Daniel had learned to raise himself into a sitting position. Since then, he has been practicing sitting up, and tipping himself over onto the floor. Thunk! His poor little head!