July 30, 2005
Cute Little Booger
Dimitri and I babysat Andrew last night.* He's a lot of fun to play with, but a pain in the butt to get to bed. He's used to falling asleep in his parent's bed while watching TV. I made the HUGE mistake of moving him to his bed before the kid hit REM. He sat bolt upright out of (what I now realize was not) a deep sleep and started to cry bloody murder. It sounded like regular crying, but because I can read children's minds, he was saying:
YOU AWFUL, EVIL WOMAN! HOW DARE YOU CAGE ME IN THIS TODDLER BED WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF DISNEY'S THE DOODLEBOPS! I WILL FLAIL YOU FOR NOT ALLOWING ME A DVD OF THE WIGGLES IN MY BED! YOU SHALL SUFFER AND DESPAIR! MY TEARS ARE ACID THAT WILL EAT AWAY AT YOUR HEARTSTRINGS!
So I admit: I took him out of his bed, and plopped him back onto Craig and Luisa's. I will submit in my defense, though, that I refused to turn on the television. I turned out the lights and told him the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I waited until his pulse was the only sign of life before I moved him back to his bed.
I didn't really remember the specifics of the story, so Goldilocks ends up being devoured by the bears (hey, she did eat their porridge. What else could three hungry home-owning bears eat?) after trying on three polyester track suits, sitting in three furry Lay-Z-Boys, and messing up three sets of sheets in the linen cupboard. I've gotta read up on those things when the time is right. (WHICH IS NOT NOW, YOU NOSY GREEKS)
I'm due back at Craig and Luisa's to help get Luisa ready for a dinner party she's throwing tonight. I'm also going to Costco with Sophie later today. Wow, is my life exciting!
Pictures from my new camera:
*Andrew is Dimitri's business-partner- and-pal-since-the- third-grade Craig's first son. Craig is married to Luisa, a beautiful Peruvian.