Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Well Theo and I had a great day today. It started when she marched into the room with Monsa shadowing her like he has for days.
"Biggy, I need your help please."
"What help?"
"I want to write Davy a letter and I need you to write it for me. Your pens are way too big for me. Davy always brought home pencils from bowling alleys for me to write with. "
So Theo and I went into the kitchen and we wrote a letter to Davy. She wanted to tell him that Monsa, My wife, and I were being nice to her and she was enjoying herself. She did have me write that I still farted in my sleep and she kept the door shut to her nest because of it, but I was still OK in her book.
At one point of the letter she crawled up onto my shoulder and whispered one part. "Tell him that monsa and I have kissed and I like him a lot. He's cute and I got him to clean his nest regularly."
"OK."
With letter in hand we went to the post office that night. I mailed it after she checked the address more than 5 times to make sure she had it right.
While she settled in nicely here in our home, letter writing became part of her way to stay connected to Davy.
And yes if you ask. I did go bowling the next week and brought home a whole handful of those weird small yellow pencils for her. Letters are personal and it was the right thing to do.
"Biggy, I need your help please."
"What help?"
"I want to write Davy a letter and I need you to write it for me. Your pens are way too big for me. Davy always brought home pencils from bowling alleys for me to write with. "
So Theo and I went into the kitchen and we wrote a letter to Davy. She wanted to tell him that Monsa, My wife, and I were being nice to her and she was enjoying herself. She did have me write that I still farted in my sleep and she kept the door shut to her nest because of it, but I was still OK in her book.
At one point of the letter she crawled up onto my shoulder and whispered one part. "Tell him that monsa and I have kissed and I like him a lot. He's cute and I got him to clean his nest regularly."
"OK."
With letter in hand we went to the post office that night. I mailed it after she checked the address more than 5 times to make sure she had it right.
While she settled in nicely here in our home, letter writing became part of her way to stay connected to Davy.
And yes if you ask. I did go bowling the next week and brought home a whole handful of those weird small yellow pencils for her. Letters are personal and it was the right thing to do.
Friday, February 11, 2005
PART ONE
"No I am not! Quit saying that! Where are you running to?"
When yelling occurs like this I almost tingle waiting to find out what is going on. Those two have caused so much excitement in the house that everyday is a small adventure.
I did not have to wait long. Into the room scurried two wide eyed monsa with a bit of a desperate look on their faces
"Biggy. Come quick. You won't believe what Elizabeth is eating." Theo just made a fake gagging noise when Monsa said that.
"What?"
"Just go into the kitchen now. It is horrible." With that statement they turned and ran out of the room. I followed behind to find out what they were talking about. I could see them down the hall looking around the corner into the kitchen. Not knowing what was going on I slowly approached the door and looked around the corner myself.
There sat my dear wife having a mid day lunch. In front of her was a nice bowl of small steamed baby carrots.
"See! See! She's eating worms"
Now carrots are not something that we have in the house often without being sliced up into something. And yes small long steamed carrots do have a worm like look to them.
I knew instantly what I had to do.
"Guys. Those are not worms she is eating."
"Really biggy?"
"Really. That is a nice big bowl of larva." I then bit my tongue to keep from laughing.
Their little eyes got real big as they looked up at me. A look of revulsion came over them.
"I like them also. Want some? They're pretty tastey"
With a scream they broke for the basement door moving as fast as their little legs could propel them.
Now my wife had sat silently this entire time. She finally spoke.
"You're going to give them bad dreams and I am the one who will end up staying awake with them, you little snot. I'm going to beat you tonight."
I simply turned and walked away. My job here was done.
"No I am not! Quit saying that! Where are you running to?"
When yelling occurs like this I almost tingle waiting to find out what is going on. Those two have caused so much excitement in the house that everyday is a small adventure.
I did not have to wait long. Into the room scurried two wide eyed monsa with a bit of a desperate look on their faces
"Biggy. Come quick. You won't believe what Elizabeth is eating." Theo just made a fake gagging noise when Monsa said that.
"What?"
"Just go into the kitchen now. It is horrible." With that statement they turned and ran out of the room. I followed behind to find out what they were talking about. I could see them down the hall looking around the corner into the kitchen. Not knowing what was going on I slowly approached the door and looked around the corner myself.
There sat my dear wife having a mid day lunch. In front of her was a nice bowl of small steamed baby carrots.
"See! See! She's eating worms"
Now carrots are not something that we have in the house often without being sliced up into something. And yes small long steamed carrots do have a worm like look to them.
I knew instantly what I had to do.
"Guys. Those are not worms she is eating."
"Really biggy?"
"Really. That is a nice big bowl of larva." I then bit my tongue to keep from laughing.
Their little eyes got real big as they looked up at me. A look of revulsion came over them.
"I like them also. Want some? They're pretty tastey"
With a scream they broke for the basement door moving as fast as their little legs could propel them.
Now my wife had sat silently this entire time. She finally spoke.
"You're going to give them bad dreams and I am the one who will end up staying awake with them, you little snot. I'm going to beat you tonight."
I simply turned and walked away. My job here was done.
