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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:26 pm
heart 'Allo there... heart
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:40 pm
heart A Mother's Diary: heart +May 10th, 2004 Tawn came on Mothers Day. If you smacked on any more fate to that, you'd have a Greek tragedian chorus. ...It seems to add more meaning to it all. I mean, I've known Tawn was coming for a while- and I'd even prepared for it, thought about it, moved around everything out of an old workshop on the first floor and put it in the basement so the new arrival would have a room of its own. But the gravity doesn't really HIT you until there's a little pebble right there in front of you. And having it all framed around the day of motherhood... well, like I said, it seems a little fated, and a little "thickly laid on", if you know what I mean, by whatever grander scheme that wanted all this to happen. If anything, I should be a little insulted that this "grand schemer" doesn't seem to think that I can take a hint. (I mean, come on, it's not even remotely subtle!) But I can't care. Not now, not when there's Tawn. This subtle-as-a-sledgehammer destiny will have to find out the hard way that I DO take every single hint. And the "you shall be mother" fate has found a happy neck for its noose in this girl.
+ ...I was late. What a way to begin. I could hardly help it- but still, I figure it has to say SOMETHING about me, that the first glimpse I get of my baby is a belated one. But Quietsnooze was so sweet about it- she knew I was going to be on the road from the convention (and with Sk, no less!), and she made sure that my little arrival was safely stewarded into a quiet corner where it could wait out the frenzy of people coming to claim their pebbles, and wait for me to finally make an appearance.
(By the way, the convention was fine- at least, in comparison to what it COULD have happened- true, Sk almost got us thrown out by attacking Wonderland's penguin exhibit, but all he really managed to do was upend a few tables and ruin some display cases. I swear; that cat is going to be the end of me. He seems to think so, too. But the prospect is somewhat more appealing to him.)
Anyway, after all the hoopla, and we finally did get on the road, we had some car trouble. It would have gone a lot faster if Sk'd helped get the spare out from under the car, but nooooo. For being a black cat, he seems awfully sissy about getting ink stains on his precious fur. The little beast...
I was rounding the block, two streets away from the house, when Quietsnooze called me. Sk was asleep on the passenger seat, so I didn't bother dropping him off at the house- I just turned around in the nearest driveway and drove across Gambino to Market Street. Quiet lives a few houses down the street from her Skullmonkey nursery (the original shop is over on the Boulevard- which isn't TOO far away from 17th street, where my shop's located- although I wouldn't want to walk the distance between the two.)- so she hadn't gone too far out of her way to be waiting for me, but gods, is she still a saint and a half for sitting there with Tawn, and for offering to come down after nursery hours in the first place!
I had to carry Sk in- I wasn't going to leave him in the car alone and asleep... I'm such a sucker, and seem to think he's this helpless little kitty whenever I see him asleep. But, so sue me, I didn't want to leave him there, so I woke him up just enough so he'd let me pick him up and carry him inside. He growled a little as we went up the stairs, but it was just a complaining growl, and so sleepy it sounded more like a meow than anything else. ...He's so cute when he's sleepy.
Anyway, the main nursery is on the first floor- I don't know if there were any pebbles left in their basinets, though, because everything from the weighing area to the playroom was closed off and the doors closed- lights off for the night. I might have looked through the windows if I hadn't had Sk, but I just wanted to get Tawn and go back to the car before I ruined his sleep entirely- so I just went straight upstairs after I went through the doors. (Quiet's office is on the second floor- she said in the phone call to just come right up, the door'd be unlocked. ...I have no idea what's on the third floor, by the way. I've never been past the second.)
The door was indeed unlocked, and Quiet was the first thing I saw- sitting behind her desk putting something into her computer. Madeline was in front of the desk, listening to her CD player through a pair of headphones… she took them off long enough to say hello, and to hear me include her in the greeting to Quiet.
I didn't see Tawn at first- Quiet had been keeping the pebble behind the desk with her- apparently, she'd carried one of the basinets up from the nursery, and that's what Tawn'd been sleeping in since the morning.
Oh, it was so wonderful, rounding that corner and seeing that pebble sitting there, in all that white lace- just a little, brown and tan heart-spotted pebble that would be overcome even by the size of my palm ...around which was curled a little white tail, so fluffy and soft that the urge to brush it along my cheek was overwhelming. I'd almost been treating it like a simple errand- "Go get Tawn, bring Tawn home". It could be the fault of the traveling weekend, and the "to-do list" mentality... but more than that, I don't think I let it sink in who this was... and what it would mean to me.
Quiet just had a few things to set up before we could go home- Madeline took Sk so that I could sign the birth certificate, authorize the name, double-check to make sure Quiet's contact information for me was all correct, and write down the date and time of Tawn's next nursery appointment. After that, it was just a juggling act of having Sk asleep in one arm, and the basket Quiet provided with Tawn nestled inside under a swaddled blanket hanging off the other. Sk went back onto the passengers seat, and the basket... well, I kept it on my lap. I know, I know, but I just couldn't bear putting such a tiny thing out of sight. Something inside me said that the only way I could keep Tawn safe would be to have that pebble in my line of vision at all times. (At this point, I think I could sympathize with Thumbelina's mother…) It wasn't so hard to drive with the basket on my lap, as it was to THINK with it there. All the way home, "Tawn Tawn Tawn", ran through my head, punctuated by Sk's purring snores. ...I haven't even seen this little infant yet- I don't even know the gender. But one thing I know, and I know it VERY surely- is that I would do anything to protect it. Because it's mine, and I feel it through and through. heart Getting set up for Tawn: heart +May 11th, 2004 = Uggggh... nothing short of donating organs should be this difficult! stare I knew when I cleared out that storage room that Tawn wouldn't be needing it until at LEAST the child stage- until then, like I said, there will be no leaving my sight- there's a basinet in my room for all Tawn's "living needs", right next to my bed. But for now and until then, I have an empty room, and a heap of crap piled up in the basement- and still no supplies or preparations to last me past the pebble stage, really. I've only "stocked up" so far ahead- and, I'll tell you, give it one or two more days, and that'll be the breaking point.
When Sk woke up, by the way, and we were home, he sat on the overhang of the baby's basinet and rolled it around into the pillow puckers' made by the buttons with his paw until its little white tail was all fluffed up like an albino cotton candy. I lit into that cat when I thought he'd scared it to death... but it turns out the 'fluffing' was because of all the static from being rolled around between a cat paw and cotton, and not shock-inducing fear. stressed Always a good thing. It smells of good news, really... it means the two will probably get along- even in the pebble, Tawn's not afraid of Sk. ...And maybe even appreciates his sick sense of humor. Gods, but I have a strange brood. sweatdrop
+ Hope! Laur is coming over to the house tonight, and she is BRINGING REINFORCEMENTS! ...Ah. Well, to be more exact, she's coming with her own new little pebble- (Zounds... how cute is that? Zounds ^_^), a plan, and suppliiieeees! She was originally only coming over so I could meet Zounds and we could plan the two's birthday party (another thing I'm going to pretend I'm not worrying about)... but I wheedled her into helping me paint the border around Tawn's room, and then that led to her offering to bring over any extra linens or baby food she had. So basically.... SCORE!
In exchange, I'm making the food for the party, beading a coverlet for her, and I have to help paint Zounds room, when she decides on what color she wants. ...I think she's going to wait until she sees if Zounds is male or female before she decorates at all. Me? I think the white room, with a red baseboard trim, and a mid-border of red stars will be great either/or. (That, and I know that if I don't get it painted now, before there's anything in the room- I'll never get the drive to drag everything out of the room and do it.) Laur's the artist, anyway- I would've begged for her help regardless. ^_^
heart I am going to KILL that cat...: heart +May 11th, 2004 -Tawn's had a listless day today- last night that pebble was bouncing and rolling about, little white tail swishing everywhere- but today, its just... sat there in the basinet, or on the couch, or the carpet- wherever I put it. Sk even batted it around under my bed for a while- and he didn''t get a reaction... at least, not until I yanked him out from underneath by his tail and told him to cut it out. (Of course, for my trouble I now have two shiny new scratches rounding my elbow and a rude saying written on my bathroom mirror in black marker. -_-) I hope the lack of hyperactivity is a sign of being ready to hatch, and not that the heat is keeping little Tawn from enjoying the day. (It is murderously hot, isn't it? I just know that if I go lay out in my hammock I'll have a little criss-cross pattern purple sunburn across my back. In fact, I daren't go outside at all. I fry like a Buddhist monk in protest...) Which reminds me- I need to get the rolled up sugar bag out of the pantry. I'm making lemonade for Laur, and the last time I checked, I think the sugar tin was empty.
=I swear, I'm going to find that damnable cat and wring his little sarcastic neck. He's still not speaking to me, apparently, and I've also been getting the 'invisible' treatment- I haven't seen him all day- and the only thing that proves he's not off and moved to Mexico is the trail of destruction and mayhem he's left in his wake- an ever growing pile of revenge tactics that ever so 'subtlety' say's that he's either still angry with me, or he's bored and having fun with me. I suspect the latter.
First- he wound up the grandfather clock. That sounds like nothing at all- but I HATE that thing with a passion- there's nothing that can drive me insane like the constant tick tick tick tick BONG BONG BONG, incessant noise of that clock. It was my Aunts, and se left it to me- which is such a supreme twist of irony, since I was the only person in the family who not only did not have the overwhelming desire to own it- but also, the only person in the family who didn't want the thing... at ALL. But, she did leave it to me, and when I tried to give it away, no one would take it that way. It just figures I'd get the 'guilt clock'. Anyway, I tried the thing out- but I could not get used to that constant noise, so I just stopped winding it up. Now it sits in the corner of the dining room, nice and big, silent as a cemetery and the prettiest hunk of wood you ever did see. But Sk must have wound it up this morning- because it's been tick-tocking and tolling bells all day. It'll be like this for a few more days. God help us. ...Or, better yet, help that beast, because he'll be cat paste when I find him.
He also glued my phone receiver down- I've been using the mobile all day because of it- re-hung half of the pictures in my bedroom upside-down, wrote sarcastic comments in the margins of my sales book from the shop, and, worst of all, put Tawn in the bathtub to 'see if it'd float', I'm assuming. I found Tawn floating along on the top of the water, scooting its tail around so that it'd go in little circles and patterns. Gods, that scared me so badly, to see Tawn missing from the basinet, and then, there- in the bathtub... ugh, that cat. ...I can't find my car keys, and I still have to make that lemonade.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:43 pm
heart He hatched!!: heart +May 12th, 2004 +Tawn began to hatch this morning! And I wasn't even there! Well, not in the room, anyways. I think that's the most frustrating part about it- I wasn't two rooms away, and I missed it.
Laur was sick last night, and I told her to stay in bed and not come over- so I was in the kitchen making her some butterscotch soup (I know how it sounds, but it's actually sinfully delicious). All morning I'd had Tawn in my lap as I sewed (the hem on the curtains for the nursery), and then we went and sat out on the porch and I just... talked to Tawn. We kept each other company- me, going over my sales receipts out loud, and Tawn, making slight 'pouf' noises that I hoped were contended noises. So it's not like I've been neglecting the little thing, and leaving it in any room I'm not... it just seems to be that every time I blink, something's happened.
To add to that, Sk was with Tawn- I'd just put the latter down for a nap, and then I just picked Sk up and put him in the playpen next to the pebble. I didn't tell him outright to watch the baby, because then I know he would've done something like...balance the pebble on the end of his nose and say in reply when I freaked out that it helped him 'watch it' better. -_- So I just lowered him into the playpen and brushed his cheek with my hand (...he's a pain in the a**, but I still love him, y'know.), and then I was in the kitchen for the next... twenty, maybe... thirty minutes? I wouldn't have any idea. I swear, I'm SO bad at keeping time in my head- my 'inner chronometer' is permanently fixed on snooze... Anyway, I finished the soup and had it in the fridge to cool, and I came back out into the living room- and there was Sk- sitting next to... a white pillow, and I thought, oh my god, did he put that thing on top of Tawn? I ran up to the playpen, both hands on the edge and saw.... that it wasn't a pillow at all. Instead, a tiny little face turned to look at me- and in a second that was a million seconds (see? I told you I'm bad with time. ^_^), those little eyes looked directly at me. Gods, how can you explain those little brown eyes, set in that soft little white face...and how it feels when you see them for the very first time? In that second, you know that you never, ever want to let go.
And finally- I can use pronouns. ...Hallelujah! Tawn is a beautiful little baby boy. ....A gorgeous, happy, perfect little furry monklet that I picked up that second he looked at me. I just reached down and lifted him up into my arms- and he just.... put a paw up and rested it on my cheek. Oh, I could just squeeze him and eat him up and.... wait... what is it with these scary-sounding things that mothers say about their children?? ..But it's true. I could just chew on his tiny little toes, and eat him right up....
Of course, the conversation with Sk went something like "When did THIS happen?"
"Two years ago. ...When do you THINK."
"Yeah yeah. Why didn't you call me?"�
"What am I, his mother?"
-_- Ah, my lovely family. ^_^ But oh, it's mine. All mine. heart The PERFECT little temperament...: heart +May 13th, 2004 + Tawn is the sweetest little monklet ever born. I know, I know, coming from his mother, that doesn't sound like a very impartial statement- but I swear to everything that is holy and good that I'm very honest about my family. ^_^ I mean, when have you every heard me call Sk the 'sweetest little kitty'? He's a menace, and he's sarcastic and even a little bit sadistic- and I think I like those things about him as much as I love the fact that he's intelligent, and funny...because I love everything about him (...well, maybe NOT the part of him that makes him want to shave off my eyebrows as I sleep -_-). So believe me when I tell you, Tawn is a little peacemaker. He's been an infant all day- MUCH more vulnerable than he was as a pebble- and Sk has not only NOT...rolled him down the stairs or tied bells to his tail... but, if anything, he's become.. well, attached to him. Tawn fell asleep on his tail, and trust me, that's a killable offense, w/ Sk. If I even move enough when he's sitting on my lap so that my shirt overlaps his tail, all hell breaks loose. But there they were- Sk in the chair up in my office, and Tawn stretched out all over his tail. And Sk just...sat there, and watched him snore. Of course, when he saw I was watching, he yanked his tail away and left the room in an exaggerated huff. But he's been doing it all day. Like, when I started to head over to the Skullmonkey nursery, and I was putting together the travel bag for Tawn, Sk bawled me out, saying I'd been pushing the baby, and that Mommy Dearest could be trusted with a child's care more than I could. Fun stuff like that. ^_~ So he helped me put the baby down for a nap, and, when I came back from the nursery (Tawn didn't have to be there with me- I was just checking in with Quietsnooze to see if she had any keys in stock.), Tawn didn't seem to have a scratch on him. I, on the other hand, have a brand new one on my back. As punishment for 'sneaking up on the baby'.
-_- (By the way, I can't yet tell if Sk is really attached to Tawn, or if this is just a great game he's decided to start playing. ...Or maybe he's training Tawn to be his little evil protege. Oh dear. Two of them may be a bit much.)
But really- Tawn doesn't cry. He doesn't fuss. He's in bed now, but before I put him down for the night, we sat out on the front porch and watched the sun go down- and I just... started talking to him. I don't remember all of what I said- it was basically just one thing following the other- about the sunset, about the sun itself- telling Tawn that he'd love the world. I think I went over the specifics for that upcoming conference a little more, and I went over my grocery list. ...Oh, and that I've got to repot the flowers in the dining room window. Just things like that. Everyday things. And through it all, Tawn sat in my lap and just... looked up at me, his attention never faltering through a single thing I said. I don't think I've ever felt more at peace, then when those eyes are listening so honestly. And when I put him in his basinet and kissed him goodnight, he kissed me right back. Oh, I melted. I can just imagine what will happen to me when he calls me 'mom'.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 12:53 pm
heart The 5th Stage: heart +May 15th, 2004 +Today was, very easily, the busiest day in Tawn's life, thus far. I'll give you the breakdown...
I woke up around 6 in the morning, because Tawn has a tendency to yawn out of his baby-like sleep around 7, and I was depending on that extra hour to get some office work in. It wasn't as productive an hour as I'd figured- but what a nice one- just me, alone up in my attic office, with the fan going, and a nice mug of Mt. Dew... I only got through a half a file of receipts, and started on the layout for the next newsletter, but it was nice to get something done, and to have a little alone time before the house woke up and started its crazy merry-go-round. ...I love the merry-go-round, but sometimes it's just nice to... sit still.
Like clockwork, Tawn was up at 7- I could hear him talking to himself downstairs. Ever since he's started to talk, he hasn't been able to get enough of the sound of his own voice, and the house has become some sort of personal marathon for him, to fill up every inch of space with the echoing babble he's so fond of. I went downstairs, picked him up out of his crib (the basinet's in the basement, now).
"Hey, Baby. What's cookin?"
"Hey. I'm still sleepy."
"Well, why don't you get back to bed, bunny?"
"No, I want breakfast. Is Sk awake, yet?"
I shifted him on my hip so I could carry him down the stairs. "I don't know. He wasn't on the bed when I woke up. Maybe he fell asleep on the couch again. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Can I have pancakes?"
"Sure. I think I have time to make pancakes."
So he sat on the kitchen floor playing with my cookie cutters, asking me any question that popped into his head "What sort of birds are there"... "Can you do any birdcalls"�, "Will you teach me how to use the phone"... "What's your favorite color", things like that, while I made pancakes. I let him eat his on the floor (with a plate, of course), since he asked, head turned up to me with a whale cookie cutter hanging off his nose, and I couldn't find any reason to say no. I had a few pancakes myself, and then went into the living room (Sk had indeed fallen asleep on the sofa- a lot of his favorite shows are on late at night, and sometimes he doesn't come up to bed with us), and woke up Sk and asked him if he wanted any breakfast. (Of course, I had to stand across the room and toss a pillow at him to wake him up... I've learned not to use any of the gentler methods for waking him up- mainly because they all require my being at a close proximity to him. And, regardless of HOW you wake him up, he's going to leap up like a mad fiend and lash out. So it's best that I be across the room. ^_^ Hey, he brought it upon himself.
He didn't want a pancake- just made fun of my cooking and sat on the counter dropping toothpicks on Tawn until I poured him his milk. While I was at it, I poured Tawn a plastic mug (he moves up to his own mug collection when he hits his 'child' stage- he's still a little uncoordinated, and broken ceramic shards around a house with an infant is NOT a good idea) filled with chocolate milk and three mini-marshmallows floating on the top. ^_^ His favorite.
After breakfast, I read the next chapter in his book to him- we're still on Skullmonkey Fables and Legends- and then he read a few sentences to me, and we looked up any of the words he didn't understand in the dictionary. Of course, that led to his asking what other words on the page meant, and we were at it for a good hour and a half. I would have been content to sit there with him all day, curled up together in the big armchair in the living room- but unfortunately, Saturdays are a busy day down at the shop, and, on top of that, we both had to be down at the Skullmonkey Headquarters (SMhq) for the unveiling of the big event. Before we left, I had some time to make some phone calls and put together some new planning packets for the shop, and Sk taught Tawn how to play checkers.
So, it's back to the merry-go-round- get the kids packed up in the car- make sure I have all the shop papers and my receipt book that I'd brought home... get Tawn's bag for the day (he was going to be spending most of the time down in the nursery, so I had Sk pack him a bag), and off we go. I dropped Sk off at the shop, so he could open it up and look after the shop while I was shuttling back and forth from the SMhq. Tawn and I sang'My Bonny'� on the rest of the car trip. (Which wasn't too far, but I want Tawn to get used to, and even like being in the car- he's going to be in one a LOT, as I travel back and forth quite a few times in an ordinary day.)
If you've never seen it, the SMhq building is a beautiful light blue building with a French Mansard roof and white trimming on all the windows. There's a large, open lawn out front, and an enclosed yard in the back, which is the tip of a hill that rolls down to a modest little lake. It's very... serene and idyllic, put together like it should be the illustration to a 'Fabulous Living' magazine. Inside is another story- bustling and chaotic and perfectly... imperfect.
I dropped Tawn off at the playroom on the main floor, and went up to the second floor where all the other parents were. Not many were there early in the morning- just Quiet, stressing a bit- making calls to Liz-Liz, calling her house to see when Maddie was coming over, dropping hints to all of us about the fifth stage and going through her files like a woman with her head misplaced. ^_^ I could hardly blame her, as we were all pulling a double-act of egging her on to unveil the new stage and the winners of the marathon, and calming her down and saying we didn't need to know right away. ...Bipolar parents. Everything an enterprising Skullmonkey creator wants as her entourage, no?
I went downstairs a few times to check on Tawn- the first time, he was playing Checkers with Chu (and it looked like he was losing), then, the second time I went downstairs, he was being licked by Citrine... so I stayed downstairs to make sure the two weren't playing too rough. But no, she just licked him dizzy, and then carried him around the outer yard for a while. Then she put him down on the checker board, and left in a bit of a huff and Tawn, in an effort to follow her, tripped over his tail and bonked his nose... so I picked him up and took him upstairs with me.
I'd not been upstairs again two minutes, with Tawn sitting on my lap, sipping chocolate milk from his sippy cup and looking at everyone (when he gets that look in his eyes, you can just tell he'll be asking a million questions about it later), when Quiet announced Maddie, who ...walked... into the room. That's right. Walked. As in, on two feet, with shoes... and legs... she was an anthro. And she was so beautiful (albeit nervous). She turned around for us a few times, then went to go stand over by her mother, as she was, obviously, feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. I went over to congratulate her, and compliment her and her mother on how wonderful she looked. At one point, she took Tawn out of my arms and hugged him- and something about the way she smoothed down his fur, and held him, made me wonder how hard it would be for her to be the only anthro Skullmonkey... (at least for now), and how she feels about what she was. I don't think she regrets it, and I really do think she looks wonderful- but I can't ignore that small despondency in her eyes, and I think I might know a small part of what it is. ...I don't thinks she misses being a Skullmonkey... but I think she might want one. I've seen her and Bob together (and it can't be easy for the two of them to be apart right now), and I think she's getting to a point in her life where she could take care of a little pebble of her own. I don't know, though. I can't deny there was something she was saying with her eyes, but I'm not one to presume I can speak that language.
Tawn and I went to the shop, then, and filled orders all afternoon, mostly bored out of all our minds. Sk wanted to know about the new anthro stage, so I told him all about Maddie.
He sat on the counter, swinging his tail over the side for Tawn to play with (at his own peril, mostly), and said, "So you mean, if you win one of the events in the Marathon, you'll get an item that will turn fuzzy into ...human?"�
"Not a human, exactly. An anthro. An anthropomorphized Tawn- but yeah, basically, he'll be a Skullmonkey…human version."
"Tawn...with opposable thumbs? ....Isn.t that one of the signs of the Apocalypse?"�
"Put a sock in it. He's excited about it."
Tawn pulled at Sk's tail to get his attention. "I could be tall!"
"Don't get too excited about it, fuzzy. Emelyn has to WIN one of the events, first."
"Yes,"� I said, "and even if I do win, you won't be getting the item until you're an adult, bunny boy. You've got a lot of growing to do."
Sk rolled over. "Scratch my belly. ...Now."
And that was the end of that conversation. After shop hours ended (and, since Tawn joined the family, shop hours have been getting out earlier and earlier.), I took Tawn and Sk home, giving the latter explicit instructions not to terrorize the former, and went right back to the SMhq to see if Quiet had announced the winners, yet.
On the way over, something seemed so eerie- quiet, and surreal. I don't know what the problem is- before Tawn, I never had music playing in the car, or anything- so I don't know why the silence strikes me so much now. I should get a tape recorder for the car, to capture my thoughts when I'm in the car alone. I don't like not being able to write anything down when I'm thinking. A tape recorder would solve both problems- the silence, and the loss of a good thought, every now and again.
I pulled into the HQ parking lot- and even through the perfect exterior; I could tell there was some huge stir inside. I figured I could slip in and out, though, if I was careful- just get the info I needed, and go.
...I never had a chance.
The moment I stepped on the second floor, the door to Quiet's office burst open and a flood of Skullmonkey parents rushed out, chattering and moving their arms about like a gaggle of geese escaping the slaughterhouse. Quiet was behind the pack, with Liz, and as soon as they saw me over the head of the crowd, Quiet motioned frantically, pushing her hands away from her and mouthing something I couldn't make out. By the time I figured it was "Run!" It was too late. The mob was upon me, and I found myself receiving a few hugs, a few pats on the back, and a LOT of talk.
Turns out, the 'mob' was divided into three parts- the parents directly around me, the ones that'd been hugging- they were the winners of the Marathon, and apparently I was 'one of them'... the second group was the ones who hadn't entered, or didn't care for it (the patter-on-the-backers), and the last group was made up of those on the edge of the haphazard circle, that were disappointed. They were mostly around Quiet and Liz, asking if there'd be another event, or Marathon, because they really hoped for the fifth stage to become available.
I pretended to understand what people directly around me were saying, nodding and smiling, while really, it all melded together and became the 'adult speak' of Charlie Brown. Quiet made her way through the throng and handed me a large black camera by the strap, and said "It's on the tag!" (She had to scream it a few times, but finally I got it.) I made my way back down the stairs, into the car, and I was on the road before I read the tag, which just gave instructions for usage. The whole way back, I rehearsed ways to tell Tawn, ranging from the nonchalant to psycho-mom, but I still hadn't solidified a response when I opened the front door.
Luckily, Tawn is sleeping, and Sk is somewhere off in the yard terrorizing small mammals, so I haven't had to worry about it, yet. I'm up in my office, on the computer- no Mt. Dew this time, although really, I should be sucking it down to stay awake. I'm taking a break from the shop tomorrow, to help a friend run her booth at the Street Show. I still have to wash my hair and find out what to do with the next... two hours, before I have to get to work again. O_o I should really stop cutting it so thin. Oh, and what to do with this camera... I'll leave it out for Tawn to see tomorrow when he wakes up. Then I'll put it in the cabinet in the dining room.
Well, until then, goodnight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:00 pm
heart Big Boy Now: heart +May 31st, 2004 +Oh, it was such a big day for Tawn!! I should go back, though, especially since I've been derelict in my duty as a Mom O_o (BAD me!), in keeping my little baby's log filled out. I keep telling myself that it's better this way- the more time I spend writing in this log, the less time I have to actually spend with him. ....Heh heh- but it's not true... ^_^ It sounds grand, but it's not true. I usually write when he's asleep. I've just been a putz, and instead of writing when I have spare time, I've been sleeping, or reading- or, worse, watching TV with a tall glass of Mt. Dew. (Yumm... now I'm getting thirsty again. This doth not bode well..) But today was such a huge day in Tawn's life, that I would be more than just derelict, if I didn't sit down at the computer, but downright 'Mommy Dearest'�. But I’ll not jump right into it (I practically have to take a connecting flight to get to the point...)- Tawn's hardly done anything these last few days, so I'll give you a bit of 'back history'.
Alright- what are some things that have happened in the past... what, week or so? Well, the biggest things would probably be the following:
+ Tawn was spending an afternoon at the SMhq- a late afternoon, because I was cleaning out the shop- some of the wallpaper had peeled, and I was repapering, getting an estimate on cleaning the floors, etc. Quiet is great, she really is- she loves each little Skullmonkey like her own, and there's nothing that frightens her more than the idea of ANY of them being mistreated. ...Not that any of us would, but she has a standing invitation that any time the Headquarters is open, the nursery is also open. I feel guilty leaving Tawn there alone- so I haven't done it before- but the shop really did need a little revamping, and it would have been dangerous to have a baby around all that renovation. Anyway, I don't know the whole of the situation, because I wasn't there- but apparently all the SM's in the nursery went outside to look at the stars, and a fox attacked Tobias. Tawn was safe- one of the older SM's put him up in a tree. (I have to remember to ask him who it was, so I can call their mother and bombard her with gifts for raising such a wonderful child....) Everyone was okay, actually... er, well, except for the fox. O_o
+ A few days later, Tawn was outside in the yard playing hide-and-seek with Sk, and he found a way to squeeze under the porch, and was found something he wasn't looking for. A beehive, attached to the underbelly of the porch, from which streamed a line of striped and armed residents. ...He spent the next few days in the house- his doctor shaved the area on his left side where he was stung, so I could rub his salve on it three times a day, and he was to embarrassed to go to the SMhq. (Or anywhere, really. He wouldn't even come to the shop and sit behind the counter with me- I had to leave him home with Sk.) Sk had a field day, by the way. I don't know where he got it from, but at one point he'd covered himself in yellow chalk- in stripes, so he was black and yellow. Then he followed Tawn around buzzing and jumping on his back. -_- I would've strung him up by the herb rack for that, but I know for a fact that when I was gone, he’d rub on Tawn's salve and get his bath ready. He wouldn't let anything happen to the baby. We're family, as strange as we be.
+ Tawn's friend Sarabi got a drum set for her birthday, and Tawn's spent quite a bit of time over at Doomi's house, making a ruckus in their basement. ...o_O Which reminds me. I should send some cookies over to Doomi's. ...In fact, for all that noise, I should invite her over for dinner.
Alright, are we caught up yet? Eh, there's a bunch of going to the shops, walking up the minishop boulevard, fending off Sk, baths, books, giggles and no sleep... but basically, yeah, we're caught up. Alright- to this morning, then.
The morning was a rush- get Tawn out of bed, get his bag ready, and get everyone in the car- I set up the shop for the morning, then handed Sk the reigns. Tawn came with me, and we went walking down the boulevard. My sister Keppit only just opened up her own shop- and it's only about ten minutes away, on foot. Tawn and I spent the morning helping her take inventory and put up her signs. It was a bit of a long day, but all in all, a fun one. Around lunchtime, Sk closed up the shop and came to join us- he and Tawn sat in the back of the shop while I went over the stock w/ her and helped her start her books.
I hate the cliche 'out of the blue'... but, really, what happened next was just that. Nothing around to signal its coming, or even to give special weight of remembrance to the moment- just POW. I looked up- saw Sk clawing at the baseboards- and was about to yell at him to cut it out, but saw a flicker of a tail at the other corner... a LARGE tail. Flicked my eyes over- only to see... Tawn. Huge.
Well, not HUGE, but in comparison to the little dumpling he'd been minutes before, he was. I grabbed Keppit by the arm, and said "Look!"� She looked over... blinked... and looked over again.
"Is that Tawn?"
"Who else would it be? Tawn! Baby, oh my god! You're so adorable!"
"Mo-oom..."
And I scooped him up and just...oh, I can't get enough of the baby. Oh, I shouldn't call him a baby anymore. He's a child now. A cute, wonderful, amazing child... My Baby!!! ^_^ Hmm. I couldn't help it. And don't want to.
He's got those little brown toes, and defined little heart- shapes (well, the patches are almost hearts ^_~) on his tail and legs. And that creamy white fur, and gleaming little skull. I spent the rest of the day hugging him. ...Heh heh. He was embarrassed out of his sweet little skull aaaaaall day. And you know what? I'm his mother, and I hold the right to embarrass the hell out of him any time I want. Mwa ha ha!
Well, I'd go on, but I have to get some sleep- I stayed up much longer than I thought I would. Now that he's a child, Tawn will have his own section for his own log. ^_^ I promised him I wouldn't read it, too. It's just for him, to get out his thoughts and what he did during his days. ...I offered Sk a space for his own log… but he told me, in no kindly terms, to buzz off and get a life. ^_^
So off to bed, I suppose. Till next time!
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:03 pm
exclaim Tawn's Turn exclaim =+ June 3rd, 2004 ~Now that I'm big enough, I can keep a log of my own. And Mom promised me she wouldn't read it. I hope she doesn't. Not that I have anything I wouldn't want her to see- but I don't read her diary, because she said that you're not supposed to read other people's diary. I wonder how much she talks about me? I didn't go to the headquarters today- I spent the day over at Mrs. Giffen's house. She taught me how to bake chocolate chip cookies. (But she wouldn't let me pull them out of the oven.) They were yummy- but the best part was the milk. She had chocolate milk, and let me dip the cookies in it. I love milk. Later, I'm going to ask Mom if she'll invite Sarabi and her Mom over for a barbecue. I want to show Sarabi my new room- I have a brand new bed and everything, and Mom gave me 50g to go walking up and down the minishop boulevard with, to get new toys!!!! 50g! isn't that cool? Of course, I have to go with Sk. I can't go alone. Well, I guess that's it. Bye!
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:16 pm
exclaim Tawn's Turn exclaim =+June 7th, 2004+ I spent the day today at the flatsale, over at the SMhq. Mom said I could pick out the one I wanted... she said.. 'Don't get your hopes up". But, you know, there really wasn't one there that popped out at me. Sarabi was there, though- and so was... well, EVERYONE, really. And everyone was so excited. I felt so bad, but I asked Mom if she'd mind taking me back the next time the nursery opens up. She said no. I hope she'd not disappointed with me. She didn't say she was, or anything- but, I don't know. Maybe she shouldn't have let me pick out my little brother or sister.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:17 pm
exclaim Tawn's Turn exclaim =+June 8th, 2004+Today was the best day ever! Mom took me to the SMhq today, to talk to Quiet and everyone... and it turned out there was a flatsale that was going to happen!! A new baby! So Mom had Sk watch the shop, and she said we were going to spend the whole day there. So I was waiting for Quiet to bring out the new pebbles, when Sarabi got there with her Mom... and her Mom asked mine if I could go to Richardsons with them. I thought I'd have to beg and beg, but she said yes right away- and she even gave me money for ice cream! ( Sarabi's Mom paid for the MiniGolf.) I've never played MiniGolf before- Sarabi's much better at it than I am- I kept getting stuck on the one where you have to get it into the clown's mouth before he raises his tongue. Sarabi was three holes ahead of me-- but she kept coming back to wait with me when I got stuck in the sandbox trap. O_o I was there for a while. Sarabi and I played car bingo on the way over, too- and her Mom even sang with us when we started 'Row row your boat'- I went first, then Sarabi, then her Mom... we got mixed up at the end, and I think Sarabi was singing MY part, but it was soooo fun! And the best part of all... the COWS!!!!!! Richardsons had this great, absolutely wonderful pasture filled with cows! Brown cows, white ones, big spotted black and white ones... and one even came up to the fence and Sarabi and I pet it! It's nose was so soft... like it was a stuffed animal, or something. And then a farmer came out and took us into the milking shed, and showed us how to milk a cow- we each took turns (YAY! I milked a cow!!!), and then he showed us a little about how they process and pasteurize milk... and after all that, we went and ate ice cream! It was SO fun. Her Mom drove us back to the SMhq, and it turns out I can't get a brother or sister until the next Generation, but that's okay- this way, I'll have a little brother or sister I can REALLY boss around!!! blaugh Mom seems a bit tired- she went to bed early- well... at least, she went up to her office. I'm writing this, and then I'm going to go to bed- Sk's going to stay here in the room with me. Goodnight!
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:18 pm
heart All of the hoopla! heart +June 13th, 2004
+ God, I have NO time in which to write this. O_o I shouldn't have put it off so much! sweatdrop I'll have to SEVERELY abbreviate the events of the past few days... Sk has been running the shop the entire time, practically, because Tawn, Doomi, Keppit, Lenta... well, ALL of us, have been camped out at the SMhq for the flatsale. We weren't there for Tawn- I'd forgotten about the Generational Rule- but that's alright- Quiet called me after the hoopla of the flatsale to tell me that there'd be some more pebbles available- probably next Friday. It was nice of her to call me- I know how busy she's been, what with all the newcomers down in the nursery, and that she'll be even more swamped next week! (She has long, tedious business meetings and presentations over in Exem City until...Thursday, I believe.)
The SMhq has been so bustling the past few days! You absolutely wouldn't believe it. People I've never seen before waiting outside the doors for Quiet to pull up in her car in the morning- just WAITING to be let in! I've only met a few of them- mostly, those that ended walking away with pebbles. Korea, and Claia and Camet- all so sweet, and now that their pebbles have hatched, it's been such a joy to see new little infants toddling around the nursery. Especially for Tawn. He's taken quite a liking to the pebbles, and asked me this morning at the table if he could start to babysit. ...Well, I think he'd be wonderful at it, but that's a ways off, yet. I told him he has to spend some time (supervised) in the nursery with the pebbles, and be a little bit older before I'd let him babysit. Claia was so sweet, and she let Tawn hold Aspyn, who started to sing! ^_~ Oh, it just makes me want to have another one. ...Damn those nesting instincts! ^_^
Anyway, the biggest events this week (besides all the new pebbles) were when Tawn went to Richardsons with Sarabi (It was such a good idea of Doomi's...) He's been talking about it ever since- about the minigolf, and about the cows (dear god, about the cows- you'd think the house'd turned into a farm!), and how he got to milk one, and on and on... The other big event was the barbecue on Thursday afternoon- Sk and Tawn went to the grocery store and picked out all the food (I had a minimal hand- mostly just telling Tawn that you can't grill gummy bears...), and Doomi and Sarabi came over around six. (I'd had instructions to the house all written out before, but turns out we were both at SMhq at five-thirty, so she just followed behind the car.) I really thought I would've had the house a little better put-together before I started to entertain (the kitchen tile needs to be replaced, I haven't put the new back porch in yet...), but Tawn was insistent that Sarabi come over and see his room.
The barbecue was a lot of fun- we made some 'kiddilink shish-ka-bobs'... which, basically, was just a lot of fun stuff like cinnamon apples and cookie dough, skewered and grilled, for the kids to eat, and then some 'real' grilled food... chips, and pop, and just a lot of candy (the kids were bouncing off the walls by nine, easy... I'm surprised we didn't have to scrape them off the ceiling.) We grilled over the spot in the yard that's still singed from Sk's adventure w/ gerbils and rockets (don't ask... all I'll say is that thank GOD I'm a homeowner now, and not having these sort of shenanigans happen in an apartment anymore... I've lost FORTUNES on security deposits...), so the grass wasn't harmed any.
After we ate, and sat out in the backyard for a while, the kids went to play in Tawn's room (Sk disappeared for the night), and then Doomi and I went into the living room and talked until it was time to go.
All in all, a really great week. And Tawn's excited about getting a sibling soon, and a cousin even sooner!
Alright, well, I have to fix up some receipts, and then it's off to bed (LONG overdue.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:20 pm
heart Newcomer... heart +June 13th, 2004
(Technically yesterday's entry shoulda been the 12th... but I wrote it after midnight, so for correctness, it also carries a date of the 13th.)
+Tawn spent most of the day at the SMhq... and I just loitered about, whether it be in the shop, or the hq. I didn't get any work done today (filled a few orders, but they weren't large ones, and I didn't even have to go to the stock room to complete them.) So today's just been a...lounging and leisurely Sunday. I feel guilty... but not enough to actually get up off my butt and DO anything. I can't believe its 7:30 already- and I haven't even made anything for supper yet. Tawn must be starving. I'll call downstairs and tell him it's a 'free for all' night. (Although he's probably been taking things out of the fridge since we got home.)
The kids- and I mean Sarabi and Tawn- she's been over here so many times, I'm beginning to think of her as 'one of the kids...'- exchanged gifts today. We went shopping day before yesterday, and spent some four hours going in and out of shops, and when he couldn't find the EXACT plushie he wanted to put with the rest of the gifts, he gave me those big sad eyes until I made it for him. (I think I sewed the head on a teensy bit crooked, but he didn't seem to care.)
Doomi and I just stood in the doorway of the SMlounge while they pulled gift after gift out of a pack- a charm bracelet for Sarabi, a cow plushie for Tawn... and then, when I thought it was all over, Sarabi rushed over to where she'd put her things, in her cubbyhole- reached in, and pulled out... a brown and green Zoolie with black markings on it! O_o She'd gotten him a Zoolie!
Tawn went nuts over it, of course, and as soon as I saw Tawn grab him up and hug him like he'd lose it if he didn't crush it to his chest, I knew that I'd let him keep it. ...Not that me 'letting' him have it is the issue at all- I love animals, and it'll help Tawn to have something to take care of. (Especially if he wants to be a babysitter.) The only issue is... Sk. I don't know how he'd react to a Zoolie, or what he'd do to the poor thing. But I guess we'll find out, won't we? Because I don't have the heart to tell Tawn that he can't keep his new little pet. (He even named it already- Peabody.) He's downstairs with Tawn, now. I don't know where Sk is- but I'll make him something extra special for dinner tonight, just to soften him up.
It's been an exciting day for Tawn (even if it's been an uneventful for me.) He's got a new cousin- Jen. We haven't met it yet, but my sister called and left a message on the machine, that she'd just gotten word. We'll go over to her apartment tomorrow and help her move furniture (that was also part of the message... -_-), and meet the new member of the family.
And tomorrow we'll go to the pet store and get some supplies for Peabody, and get some more legal pads for the shop (I ran out today, doodling spider webs in all the corners...)
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:22 pm
exclaim Tawn's Turn exclaim =+June 15th, 2004+ This has been the coolest week EVER!! It's like what Christmas must be like! (Which I can't wait for, either!) Sarabi gave me the best presents I've ever seen, like a cow plushie, and a wind-up toy!! I named the plushie Herman (she made it herself), and he sits on my bed on my pillow. Oh, which reminds me, Mom said that once I get through this growth spurt, she'll buy me that sailboat bed I've wanted, with the sail and the anchor and the 'below deck'. I have the perfect thing to go in there! Peabody! Which is the last thing that Sarabi gave me. He's a Zoolie- and he's squishy, like he doesn't have any bones at all- you can just pick him up and squeeze with a big bear hug, and all he does is wiggle and giggle. Mom laughs so hard- sometimes I can hear her in the other room, and she'll go... " Tawn! Wiggle N' Giggle!" And Peabody will run over and I'll grab him up and squeeeeze... and she can hear him giggling all the way into the living room. Mom and I went to the pet store with Sk- he kept putting cat treats in the cart... and we bought Peabody a bed (it's a little basket with a green bow on the handle- I put it under the window so he'd get the sunlight when he falls asleep there in the day), and some squeaky toys, and lots of Zoolie food. But he likes our food better- the only time Mom's gotten mad at him is when he jumped up on the counter and made off with her bagel. I TRIED to catch him, but he's faster than Sk! By the time I caught him, he was in the backyard, licking crumbs off his tail and giggling. Mom was afraid that Sk was going to do something to him- but all he's done is sit on his head when he was sleeping in his basket. (I think it's because Mom's been trying to be reeaaaally nice to him. She even put a heating pad out in the dining room for him to sleep on when it started to rain yesterday.) Sarabi has a Zoolie, too! I've not really met it, except to feed it gumdrops in the SMhq. I hope she and Peabody get along. Well, they'll get to meet when we'll all be at the SMhq on Friday. That's the other exciting thing- we're going to try for little sister for me! (Don't tell Mom I said this... but I don't care if it's a boy- I could use a little brother. But I think Mom's getting tired of being the only girl in the house- first it was just her and Sk, and then me, and now Peabody! ...So, yeah, I wouldn't mind a little sister, either.) So there might be a little pebble in the house- how FUN! I love the pebbles- Mom said just a few more times supervised at the hq with Hany and Aspyn, and she'll let me babysit. Oh yeah, and Jen, too! I didn't tell you about my new cousin yet! Jen is little... and brown... an it's got a fluffy little tail that doesn't move a lot- the pebble mumbles a lot, though. I asked Sk if I mumbled when I was a pebble, but he wouldn't tell me. I'll ask Mom, later. I met Jen over at Aunt Keppit's house- she's really nice (she made me chocolate milk with marshmallows in it- and she has the BIG marshmallows!)- and SHE has a Zoolie, too! His name's Edgar, and he's like Sk. The two of them glued the door to Aunt Keppit's cuckoo clock shut, so that every time the bird tried to come out it hit its head. Mom and Aunt Keppit's unstuck the door, but now, every time it pops out, you can see the whole front of its head is bashed in... Well, Mom's calling me for dinner. We're having chicken fingers and hush puppies. Have you ever had hush puppies? They're SO good. ( Mom doesn't make 'em, though... she buys them frozen, in a bag!) Gotta go!
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:23 pm
heart Dinner and the Last Day heart +June 18th, 2004
+ Quiet didn't have any trouble following the directions I gave her to get to the house, and she showed up at the door at 6, practically on the dot. ...I'd envisioned that the greeting would be something out of a fifties family show- the doorbell rings, and I open the door in an arc to reveal Quiet and her brood, smiling, standing tallest to naught, with a casserole or a pot pie in their grasp. And, on the other side, would be me and my merry brood, beckoning them in.
Given, that was just a fleeting thought. And it's probably better off that it was just a passing idea- that way, I wasn't too attached to it. The actual scene was a bit of a different picture-
Let me paint the scene. The front door is wide open, because Sk's 'invited' a squirrel in, and Tawn and I have opened every window and door as we run around w/ brooms and buckets, trying to shoo him back outside. Sk is sitting on top of the banister knob at the bottom of the stairs, laughing and scaring the squirrel when he nears the door, so as to prolong the "fun"...
Then, at the next pass around the house and near the stairs, Sk decides to REALLY scare it, and jumps on it... but waits a second too long- long enough for the squirrel to be halfway towards the door, and the one who was in close pursuit- which would be Tawn (I don't run...) right under the 'landing mark'.
The squirrel bounded out the front door and down the steps, just long enough to run smack into Tobias, who recoiled out of surprise, and then cringed as the squirrel launched off his head to dash off into the yard. Maddie, who was holding a bag of something, just blinked, and then laughed, picked up Tobias (who gave her a troubled look...) and put him back on the top step. Then she said something which made him blush, and Quiet nudged her to stop.
Finally, I got Sk off of Tawn's back... (although it was an accident that he landed on his back... Sk figured, once he was there, that it was pretty fun, and was riding him around the house) and called for them to come in. Turns out the bag Maddie had was filled with red licorice and butterscotch treats, for Tawn.
Luckily, the bulk of the chaos ended there. (Keywords=bulk of... sweatdrop ) Dinner went well- we sat down and talked for a while, and Maddie told us about how she's thinking of getting her own place, and working down at the SMhq full-time. I told her that'd be wonderful- and it really would- Maddie is great with children. Tawn doesn't remember, but Maddie was always so good with him, when he was an infant- I'd just have to hand him off to Maddie, and he'd be as calm as he was when he was with me. ...I wonder if she'll ever have one of her own, someday...
Quiet, Maddie and I were all sitting in the living room- Maddie sat across from her mother, next to me on the couch, and Quiet sat in the chair that Tawn and I sit in to read together. Tawn and Tobias were in his room- Tawn wanted to show him Peabody (who was slept in his basket under Tawn's window the entire night.)
Then we heard a crash in the kitchen- and we had to get Sk off the top of the refridgerator, where he was picking pieces off the turkey (serves me right for thinking it'd be safe from him up there...). So we all sat down to dinner- turkey, and stuffing and corn- and then junk food like chips and oodles of pop. (I didn't know what sort they drank, so I just loaded up. Come the Apocalypse, I'll still have a full pantry...) Sk even had his own spot, under the table, where I loaded up a plate for him.
Tobias looked happy for the first time during the evening (he seemed at odds during the whole thing, really- but I know that's basically his personality), when he saw his placemat had a red-tailed hawk on it. I found it when I was shopping for new napkins- Sk turned all of my best into parachutes for the voles he threw off the roof... *sigh*... I ended up getting one for Quiet, too- I hadn't been planning on it, but once I found that hawk one, I thought I should look through the pile to see if there were any with cows on it- Tawn has an entire STACK of placemats, but he would be delighted with a new one- and I found one with Gollum on it, smiling and crouched on a rock. So I bought that one, too, because I knew Quiet'd be tickled.
Dinner was uneventful- and afterwards, Tawn and Tobias (the latter, though reluctantly-) went outside and ate some of the candy Maddie brought. (Maddie went out to watch them.) Quiet and I stayed in and talked about this summer, and all of the things she's planning over at the hq. We talked in vagues, though, when it came to 'SM business'. Mostly, we just talked about our kids- and how Quiet may be thinking about getting another one- maybe a little girl like Maddie- but not until Tobias is older. We talked about Tobias quite a bit, and the problems he's been going through- and Quiet said that, besides feeling that her children should be 'spaced out', just to be fair to them, she also feels that Tobias needs her undivided attention for a while, and that having a newcomer now would just make him feel...delegated. She even said that she's afraid that he has some resentment towards Maddie, and that he might think she's more loyal to her, as her firstborn. It made me worry a little about Tawn, and what HIS opinion about getting a new little sibling (because, as you know, we've been trying for a new addition to the family...).
After Quiet and her brood left (I sent her home w/ the entire cherry pie, that we didn't even touch.. although we demolished the apple...^_^), I went to Tawn about it. By this time, Peabody was awake, and Tawn was laying in bed petting him. I came in, sat on the bed, and Tawn and I really talked... about what it would mean to him, that he'd be getting older soon (a teenager... yikes...), and I answered all his questions. Then I asked him if it bothered him at all, that I was trying for a new little skullmonkey, and if he felt...jealous, or left out, or like I was trying to replace him. He said that he didn't feel that way at all, and he was excited... the thing that we talked about most, though, was about his growing up. I told him how much he's meant to me in EACH stage, and that he shouldn't worry, I'd always, always love him, no matter how old he gets- but that I'd start to treat him more and more like an adult, and eventually, we'll not only be family, but friends, too. Like Quiet and Maddie.
+Today, I've been super-clingy with him. I know that today will probably be the last day he's a child... and he's been very good about letting me baby him all day. I can tell he's just humoring me, but I don't care- we've been spending all day together. I missed the last two actual transformations (some by only seconds) and this time, I want to see it for my own eyes. And if he's not changed by tonight, we're making a tent out of the dining room chairs and we're having a campout in the living room, complete w/ smores... and lots and lots of pop. Let him spoil his bedtime.
In fact, even if he HAS grown- we'll have our campout. Just the...well, the four of us. ^_~ Tawn, Peabody, Sk and me. ....Boy, there are a lot of males in this house....
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:24 pm
exclaim Tawn's Turn exclaim =+June 20th, 2004+ This won't be a long entry- because I'm writing it in a hurry. ...Although that's a shame, since it's my first entry when I'm not a child. (The stage is ADULT.... but Mom insists that it's teen/adult, and that I won't be an adult until I'm considerably older. stressed ) I don't have a lot of time, probably- Mom is upstairs, getting something from her office, and as soon as she comes back down here, we'll get in the car and go back to the hq. (It's where she just came from.) I have a new sibling! I don't know what it looks like, or even if it's a boy or a girl (of course, the only ones who knows THAT is Ms. Quiet, and Ms. Liz-Liz, and Maddie.)- but Mom said she'd waited to pick it up so that we could do it together. I wonder if it's a boy or a girl... I could have a new baby brother. ...Wow. Sarabi called- they aren't going to have a new little pebble in the house, and I feel bad for her- I knew how much she wanted a little brother. Her Mom must be really disappointed, too. ...She was so excited, the other day, when I saw her before the flatsalse. ... Sarabi even... eek kissed me. It was just a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she ran back to her Mom's car... but it really, really... surprised me, I guess. She does look really wonderful, though. I told her that. .... Alright, I hear Mom coming down the stairs. !! So exciting! I have to go find Sk- I want him to be there, too. ( Peabody is over at Aunt Keppit's, with Edgar.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:26 pm
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