So, I called out to the childrens, "Cheerios" and rattled the box. They came quickly from the bedroom, but there was a slight problem. Mr. Grunty was crawling, and was in Miss Squeaky's way. She tried to step past, but fell down on him, effectively tackling the boy. He was first to get out of the scrum, and crawled forward, undeterred from his goal. She was a little too upset to continue. And after I put Mr. G in his high-chair, I had to go pick Miss S up.
Later, Mr. G was having a very fussy moment, and wanted me to snuggle him while he cried. I did. And Miss S brought us some toys in an effort to cheer up Mr. G.
Mr. G was very funny doing his best Oliver-kitty impression. There is this cloth cat-bed, in the hall, that is hardly ever used. Mr. G got in it, and tried to stretch out, cramped by the confines of the bed. He would turn his head, and sing. And then move around and stretch out again, looking up to smile at me. Oliver kitty has done the same.
And can you believe it? Neither of my childrens wanted to share their banana pieces with me this morning! Hurmphff! Tonight, when I tried again, Mr. G put a piece of BoccaBurger almost in my mouth, but then pulled his arm back and ate the Bocca himself with a grin.
Later, to make it up to me, he crawled up on me, and gave me a hug while singing on my belly.
Posted by joncim at July 14, 2008 09:53 PM