You know how you will do anything to get that 'alone time' with whomever you are hoping to have any amount, no matter how abundant or sparse, of alone time with? I am no different. I will travel three hours round trip to babysit for a couple of hours and it was no different the day before Victoria's wedding. Yes, go get that manicure...a pedicure too? Feel free to spend the whole day getting prepared for the wedding, as long as I get to be with that precious bundle of energy known as Celia...
We started out the morning by ransacking Pop Pop Buddy's cd collection, examining each one with all our senses.
We removed them from their cases
and laid them out oh so delicately
before deciding that there really was nothing that suited our mood.
So we moved on to our blocks
just temporarily, until hide and seek was apparently what we were interested in.
For a little down time, we thumbed through all of Pop Pop Buddy's periodicals
and cruised the tv channels.
After the day of the wedding, Melanie and Celia came and stayed with us for a few days, which made all of us happy, even this guy...
and this little girl...
To battle the heat, Kapuna inflated the new pool and we blew up the toys that came with it.
Lets see...
hmmm...
a job well done...
and then we played.
We slid.
We explored.
We critiqued.
Yes, it all seems to be working fine.
One more check,
Yes, it passes inspection!
I think my job here is done.
Ohhhhhhhhh!
Dry and warm and free as a bird.
Life is good!
Buttons....am I alone?
Could I possibly look any more like my mama during this sneaky button moment?
What's this? Kapuna's doo-rag...or, mine?
Or maybe George W. Bush's...
Okay. Don't scare me like that again.
Match maker, match maker, make me a match...
Find me a find, catch me a catch.
Match maker, match maker look through your book,
and make me the perfect match.
For Papa, make him a scholar.
For Mama, make him rich as a king.
For me, well, I wouldn't holler
If he were as handsome as anything!
What do ya say, Sebastian?
Me neither!
Get outta here!
Let's have a little down time with my first...what? Cannoli?
with all this good stuff inside?
I'm quite certain it doesn't get any better than this. (In the meantime, I am now bearing a slight resemblance to Zedar.)
Yes, I do believe life IS definitely good!
Is anyone familiar with getting up at the butt crack of dawn to get that 'alone time' that we discussed earlier, of course only so that the child's mom can get some well deserved extra sleep, like hopefully until about 12 noon? Yes, I will do it time and time again and it is the best time of day.
I get to be the one who prepares and delivers this little chow hound's very first meal of the day (which automatically makes me popular), followed by play time, which starts out somewhat subdued...
Am I mistaken, or is this child a chameleon? I swear, besides resembling her mom, her dad, George W. Bush, and now also Zedar, I think she sometimes looks a little like me...
and then just as fast, it's gone again.
Never mind. Back to our subdued morning. Notice how even as we move from task to task, we are calm and working with purpose.
We are angelic by nature.
We go as far as being the nurturing caretaker of the little bear with the cute hat.
...and then Mom get's up. All hell breaks loose. To hell with the little bear with the cute hat. Is that...breakfast...AGAIN???
Please. Look at the poor little bear.
Fortification for round two.
Where was I?
Had I been playing with YOU???
Sorry, but we all know what is important...
...MORE!!!
Thanks, mom.
I think I can take my milky chin and continue with life now.
As long as I can keep coming back for more.
Hey, if I'm not mistaken...
...is that my mama?
Well, then I can settle down and get back to business here.
Although, I'm thinking I may have a better idea.
Perhaps I should hide this for later...
or, wait...
Yes, this is a MUCH better idea.
If only my feet could stand the pain.
I'll have to give it some more thought after all.
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