I could talk about the rain, but so what. Itís raining tonight. I could talk about work, but Iíve been doing a little too much moaning and groaning on that subject lately. Besides, it was about as good as itís ever going to get today. Anyway, this was Thursday, and I had a chance to visit Tammy and David and their pack of flying monkeys. So letís talk about that.
Letís talk, in fact, about Kylie, who is not quite two months old and is still trying to come to terms with being in the world. Itís not easy when you live in a land of flying monkeys, and probably not any easier when you live in a house with three big brothers. She has a way to go before sheíll be keeping up with them, but sheís obviously adapting, because she let me talk to her for half an hour tonight.
And I swear, she smiled at me. I know, itís hard to believe, especially since thatís the opposite of her usual reaction. But she looked at me and gurgled and cooed and squeaked, so I take that as a good sign that our relationship is moving on to the next level. Whatever the next level is.
She seemed quite content to have me stare at her and talk to her for all that time, while monkey-related activity swirled around behind me. It was hard to take my eyes off her, but for once she didnít want me to. She fell asleep under my watch, which I also take as a good sign. Iíve spent many a happy hour in the company of sleeping children, just watching.