Which is more foreboding: Friday the 13th, or Saint Valentine's Day?
(And why are Christian martyrs always getting pagan holidays renamed in their honor?)
You may have thought that I've been slacking on my blog. Actually I was just playing hard to get. Now where the hell are my chocolates? Seriously.
Nah. I have wondered if perhaps my blog mojo has been stolen, but most likely I have just been too busy with repeat viewings of Dr. Suess cartoons from the 1970s (hence the blog title) and the endless game of capturing Chiru five times a day because Violet won't leave him alone. It is as fun as it sounds.
Ooooh yeah. Also, Violet no longer takes naps. Why didn't anyone warn me of this? That was my hour of the day to finish a whole cup of coffee and blog about nothing in particular. I want it back! Please?
I assumed she'd continue taking naps well into her teens. I'm pretty sure she plans on breastfeeding 'til then. (Man. That is going to be embarrassing, isn't it?
"Hey, I gotta go. My daughter just texted me. It's time to breastfeed. Later!")
I mean, her Dad still naps. Why can't she?
Well, I'm going to end this snore-fest here. Happy Friday the13th/ Valentine's Day. In that order. ("Slash," haha.)
Here's the child that sleep forgot, self-styled in her crazy pink boots and knitted hat. And water.
(Why yes, that is a hand-carved wooden chair with original hand-woven seat from the late 1800s sitting carelessly by the front door. I found it in my basement.)