I’d come home from my Little Leighton (LL) Job and Baby
Watch on Saturday morn. Went back East on Monday morn. Returned home to our
country casa yesterday afternoon. In the midst of SCARY weather. (Note: I despise tornadoes. And hail. And high winds. I was a complete nervous
wreck and hot mess driving in sketchy/mean/awful conditions for over an hour. People (I might actually mean mostly men...) drive with such insanity. Too fast. What is wrong with them?
Why don’t they consider the possible consequences? I don’t get it. I digress. Sigh.
My Sweet Hubby (MSH)—Weather Junkie Extraordinaire—was on
his iPad giving me radar updates, from the comfort of our couch, by phone. At one point—when I had pulled off of I-20 in
Weatherford because I could not see ½ inch in front of my car and was being pelted with pea-sized
hail, I had to tell him this—as calmly and kindly as I could:
“I really have to hang up now. You’re mostly frightening
me—instead of helping me. I’ve got to go it alone. Thank you, though.”
He later informed me I had an "edge" to my tone. Plus, I hung up faster than he expected. Oops.
He later informed me I had an "edge" to my tone. Plus, I hung up faster than he expected. Oops.
My white knuckles went back to mostly normal within five
minutes of driving into our garage and hopping into my jammies!
Have I shared how much LL cracks me up? If I tried to put
notes in my iPhone of everything silly/funny/interesting she says, it's all I'd be doing. Non-stop. Clearly, I simply can’t. Here is an example of a story she told us Friday night during dinner
(I immediately did put it in my phone so I wouldn’t forget it…):
LL (completely
out of nowhere—no Intro whatsoever and it had no relation to any other subject
we’d been discussing...): Cat the
Owner.
(Did we miss something?)
ELC: Who is that?
What are you talking about?
LL: A movie. He’s
the Checker-Outer.
ELC: Oh. Like a
cash register person at a store?
LL: Yes.
ELC: But what
does the Cat own?
LL: Bananas.
Yes. Evidently we might have missed something. TLC and I
looked at each other in complete confusion and amusement. When we had no quick
comeback? LL changed the subject. Are we worried? Nah. We haven’t quite
figured out all of her imaginative stories/thoughts/ideas yet. That’s okay. We
believe she’s creative in a charming way. That's our story and we're sticking to it. (Don’t burst our bubble.)LL is currently free with these two words: Immediately. And literally. (Pronounced: li-ter-a-we. She can say “Ls.” She chooses not to. Not worried about this, either.) For someone who is not yet 4 years old? She’s pretty dadgum adept at using both words appropriately. Apparently, LL’s Village (Mama. Daddy. Grammy. Pa-Pa. Or Mama and Grammy. Whatever.) uses these words frequently.
I'll head East next week for a couple of nights. If I can stand waiting that long.
Tomorrow is Friday! Woo Hoo, right? And April? WWHHHAAAATTTT? Wow. That is cRaZy.
Hey, Time—SLOW DOWN. Please…Well, you can go a teensy bit fast until next week. Then show down.
ta-ta for now, Silly Friends…
(A LOL ALERT: TLC and LL Facetimed with us while I was typing this. Baby Elle was asleep. In her nursery. They were in their jammies. It's after 1:45 o'clock p.m. I am, too. Apples don't fall too far from their trees. This is what MSH and I expect to hear from TLC on an hourly basis for the next 18 years: "I'm so tired." Baby Elle likes to sleep all day and stay up all night. Just when LL is doing FABULOUS and sleeping a minimum of ten hours every night. Murphy's Law. We'll be praying Baby Elle figures out her day/nighttime-issue--soon. There's only so much one can say to a Newborn's Pooped Mama before her tone gets edgy.)
