Spills and Thrills

Well it is Saturday afternoon...and I'm attempting to write this entry on a seriously disfigured laptop. Bert and Rhea had a bit of an accident involving coffee...a cord...and our laptop...my keys get stuck now and again and the punctuation is all off but I'm hoping by some miracle this will remedy itself (because a good two hours of Bert taking everything apart didn't really seem to do the trick) I didn't realize until this happened how emotionally attached I am to the computer...I guess I feel like it is my link to the outside world and checking email and such makes me feel "normal"...like all the rest of the folks out there at work...funny.

Last night was a tough one for our little bean...she slept like a pro until about 2:00 a.m. then decided it was time to be awake. And by awake I mean arms flailing...legs kicking...high pitched squealing and talking awake. Brutal. She eventually got back to sleep but I somehow didn't and drifted fitfully in and out of sleep until it was time to get up. I had one of those mornings when I felt nauseated by the lack of sleep and by the knowledge that I was getting up to drag my sorry butt to PILATES. Not just any pilates....torturous and evil pilates.

We decided to lay low today and as I write Bert and Rhea are taking an afternoon nap together. I have to tell you...there is really nothing like seeing the two of them so sweet and comfy...It warms my heart and makes me so sure that this girl is going to get the absolute best that the two of us can give her. Her Papa loves her so very much...he makes up songs and can often quiet her fussing with a chorus or two of her personal favorite. "so many pee-pee's and not so many poo-poo's" Those are the only lyrics for the song...I think Bert is a brilliant composer. Who knew that those nonsense words would bring such satisfaction.

Rhea continues to astound and amaze on a daily basis...her new trick is standing up while holding onto the bed unassisted. She grabs onto two of the brass rails and just chills (if by just chilling I mean squealing about how cool she is to anyone who will listen...especially Stashu...she just loves that cat, he on the other hand would be happy if she just went back to where she came from) She is incredibly solid on her feet and even though I know that this is a developmental stage and that ALL babies can at some point perform a similar maneuver...it just doesn't take the shine off it. I really think some of it comes down to the look on her face when she tries something new...A look that clearly says "would you look at me...now THIS is cool".