Ok. ok. okokokokok. Sometimes there is this sound that is just like... you know. And you have to go out and be outside for a while and then you go back in and it starts again because you suck. If you didn't suck you would still be just like "Woooo!" "Hooray! I don't suck!" but that's not where you are really. Where you are is just here. Walt is with the Others and a dude named Taylor Hicks (no lie) is American Idol.
And what you do is pick up the sound machine and go outside and walk up and down and talk about trees and flowers. The willow trees make the machine louder so you go back away from the Loud-Making-Trees and go back into the house and find something cool like a new song or a new voice or a new puppet...
Because you have to. Because if you don't, there is this noise that just... Oh god.
Kids love babies. They are utterly tranfixed by babies. So there are a lot of cute things that happen when you carry a baby around and encounter children. Often there is cute squealing and waving at the baby.
Here's the cutest thing so far:
I was walking around U Village with Betty in a belly pack and she was fussing and crying a bit. A little red headed boy comes up to her and offers her a quarter because she is sad.
Oh. My. God.
It's like kryptonite. Must - Sit - Down. Too - Cute.
I felt really bad too because, you know, she can't have a quarter. She'll try and eat it. You know that whole "Safety" thing.
I promised myself I would stop having a little nip of whiskey at night. That's what I did. Uh. So today was great and Betty and I played and then she started this new screaming thing she does again. For. An. Hour. A whole hour nonstop.
At the same time, she works so hard at babying. She plays and has started sticking her tongue out at me in anticipation of me doing the same back. She looks and waits. She blows bubbles. She babbles and waits for me to babble back. She is intruiging company. She is magical company. She is clearly becoming more and more of a person and then there is the screaming.
The screaming ALMOST goes back in time and makes me think "It's always like this. All we do is deal with the screaming" It's so intense and crazymaking and angrymaking. I get so angry. Not at her but at me for still not knowing what to do.
Also, there is wiggling. Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. And, of course, a made up song. Called the Wiggle-Puss song.