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Flotsam / Jetsam

Kittens and scary, scary toys


I was looking at these sweet little dumplings this morning, and it reminded me that last night I dreamed about tiny baby kittens. Oodles and oodles of squirmy little kittens wandering around, so small their itty bitty eyes weren’t even open yet. I don’t remember anything else about the dream.

Speaking of dreams …

Poppy has a little singing Elmo-Ernie-Cookie toy that might just give me nightmares. It has three buttons, one in front of each character. Pushing the button makes the top of the character’s head lift off, and then the little fella sings a note. And when you hold the button down, the character repeats the note in short, bleating bursts. And Poppy is watching “Sesame Street” with her foot firmly planted on the Elmo button. And he’s saying, “RiRiRiRiRiRiRi.”

And I’m frightened.

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"Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise a kid."

1. Master Plan My Morning Jacket
2. Home Computer Kraftwerk
3. Overs Simon & Garfunkel
4. Milk and Honey Beck
5. Less Than You Think Wilco
6. Streets of Fire The New Pornographers
7. Pioneer Skies Chemical Brothers
8. Mercy Snack Pavement
9. I Will Follow James Taylor
10. Rocket Man Elton John
11. The Boston Rag Steely Dan
12. Black Magic Woman Santana
13. July Jones The New Pornographers
14. Nobody Knows Me Lyle Lovett
15. Oh, Lonesome Me Neil Young
16. C Moon Paul McCartney & Wings
17. Soma The Strokes
18. Written in the Snow The Autumn Defense
19. Wild Night Van Morrison
20. Livin’ on a Prayer Bon Jovi

. . . . . the end . . . . .

Family matters

Chaos comes in threes

Poppy sometimes feels like a little whirlwind. She’s so active and interested in everything, and it seems like we just go-go-go all day long.

A visit from Sam, Sophie and Wilson helps to put that into perspective.

Where Poppy is go-go-go, my nephews and niece are Go!Go!Go! They’re an enthusiastic, energetic little group, and Everything! They! Do! They! Do! With! Feeling! (and Exclamation Points! Naturally!). And when they’re around, Poppy rachets up her act to GoGoGo. She can’t quite match them yet — it’s her short legs, mostly — but she tries.

They wear me out. They drive me a little nuts sometimes. But they give wonderful hugs, and they say the funniest, weirdest things, and the house is always a little less bright when they leave.