Back In the Saddle

Oh, good heavens. It's been a while. We've been really busy this week, with Dad late at work and Mom managing the home front. Little Monster has been sick this week, as well, suffering through a bit of a cold. She's getting baths every night of the week, since by day she works herself up into a sweaty little streak of slobbers. Mom and Dad put her to bed like that once and by morning she was covered with flies and discarded newspapers. It was gross.

Little Monster went to work with Mom this week. She planned to ride the train and visit the office, but sneezes and storms prevented another MARTA ride. Some minor fusses ensued, and once she cried herself into a nap, but for the most part she's still the happy baby many have met.

For Halloween, Little Monster is going to be a lobster. Mom and Dad found a great costume, so we'll be buying that in hopes of the wee goblin taking home first prize at Dad's office Halloween party. Mom doesn't know what she's going to be. Dad's going to be Drew Bledsoe, walking around without bending his knees and sharing from a bag of hamburgers. He thinks that's funny but no one else does. Important Update: Mom has decided she's going to be a fisherman, proudly displaying her lobster catch. Follow-Up Important Update: CORNY.

Tummy time is making progress. We almost had a full rotation today, but Little Monster stopped when she had achieved a good vantage point from which to see the Patriots-Jets game. We'll see if we cross the threshold tomorrow when the Cowboys administer a stomping to the Eagles.

Also today, we went to Waffle House for breakfast, which seems disconcertingly to be becoming a weekly ritual. Then we went to the grocery store, where Little Monster, as always, mesmerized the shoppers. Then Dad had to go to an afternoon meeting at the bar where he works, so Little Monster and Mom hung around, read about Frog Legs, and took a nap. Mom and Little Monster also went for a walk this morning before Dad got up, which was funny because when Dad got home from the bar at four this morning, Mom and Little Monster were up because the wee goblin didn't want to sleep. Obviously, she's already calling the shots around here, even though she can't even speak.

As if that weren't enough, Little Monster learned a new skill this week. With wet, slobbery lips, she taught herself how to make a raspberry sound. She does it with her own sense of appropriate timing, so every now and then Mom and Dad will hear a sloppy, wet "BRAAAAAP" and know that their little darling is on her way to charm school.