LOL! Or Not.

There was a young man who taught youth
Who was quite a stickler for truth
He said it won't do
To write a haiku
That leaves out the nature forsooth!

This is my response to Dave's comment that haikus are supposed to be about nature, not bandwagons. I'm not sure how accurate it is regarding Dave's life-stage, nor am I sure what "forsooth" means, but I challenge him to argue with so witty a comeback!

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But this entry is not about our marital poetry wars; it's about Opal and the fact that she doesn't laugh. Here's what she does when she's really tickled about something:

1. Smile. Not her normal pleasant grin, but a wide open, I'm-so-excited-I'm-going-to-eat-you, full-face smile.
2. Breathe. Even with her mouth open, she closes her throat and breaths quickly and loudly through her nose.
3. Bounce. If you're holding her, she'll pump her legs like she's trying to take off, and heaven help you if her feet find purchase on your lap or the floor. She'll bounce till you're tired of holding her, and beyond.
   

But she does all this without a giggle. Sometimes she'll squeal or sputter, which is incredibly cute, but it's not the same "laugh" that we recorded Rolland doing when he was much younger than she is now (and which he still does). I'm kind of hoping she'll be a silent laugher, who shakes her shoulders but never makes a sound. That would be both funny and interesting.

Our Funny Girl

Catch Up

Oh, the bandwagon.
So easy to jump on or
Fall off for a month.

Please accept this haiku as my apology for not writing for so long. And, yes, I'm apologizing because I've denied you many moments of cuteness by not sharing my kids' every moves. But, on we go. Here are a few to catch up.

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Me: Rolland, what would should we do for your birthday? A party? Balloons? Presents?
Rolland: How about curled up buns? (aka: cinnamon rolls)

That's my boy.

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(Overheard from the livingroom to Rolland's room. Addy is the little girl we watch once or twice a week. She's about 1 1/2.)

Addy: No! Share! Mine!
Rolland: No! I own it! I own it!

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Rolland (singing): Jesus loves the little children. All the children in the world. Red and yellow, black and blue…

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Rolland: Mommy! I'm an astronaughty!

(I know to spell it that way because later he asked why astronaughtys were in trouble.)

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Yes, I realize that all of these are about Rolland, but I'm sure that as soon as Opal starts talking she'll provide ample blogging material. Her recent milestones include crawling and sleeping through the night. No small achievements for a person who weighs less than 20 lbs. Still no teeth, though, at 8 months, but she couldn't be cuter. See...?

Of the 10 kids in Rolland's library storytime, there were 2 cowboys and 4 ballerinas. What are the odds? Good, apparently.

The doll she's holding is about 27 years old!

Opal doesn't like to keep her blankets on when she's in the stroller, so I went to extreme measures. Get out of that, Houdini!

Yep.