Current mood:	learn'ed
Current music:	matilda

beginng at the middle.

At the end of my street, across a gorgeous field there is a golf dome. An inflatable building which my wife lovingly refers to as Mothra. on a good day, the light will shine in such a way that it fools me into thinking there's mountains at the end of the street, which leads me to believe there's ocean somewhere nearby. Either would do. Both would be marvelous. But, sadly, it's just nice sunlight and Mothra, the blow-up getaway for office addicts.




I carry my bag over just one shoulder in preparation for the worst. on the off chance one or both of them should get away from me and head bounding into traffic, i want to be able to drop all i have and bolt after them. i want not to have anything that could possibly slow me down. I want to be able to throw myself in between them and the oncoming future in hopes of protection.
Analogies aside, this is unrealistic at best.




Mini-spawn is napping on her own today. First time ever as far as i know. When i first met her, napping was done with the aid of mommy's "booby snack" then when i started watching her, she took to napping in my lap or leaning against me, always with the intermittant stroller-napping being an option if necessary. Today, we came home, she pulled a book out from under the couch, and before i knew it, she was curled up to the arm of the couch and fast asleep. Neither mother nor myself had any part of this. She's growing up. such a big girl. Makes me both happy and sad at the exact same time.

Atonomy from someone not even biologically attached.