Brupper

Tonight we had brupper, which consisted of scrambled eggs topped with cheese, turkey bacon, and toast, at 7 pm. It was a quiet rebellion against all of the more appropriate choices swirling around in my head of what I should cook for supper. It was actually SD's idea. I remember doing this as a kid, and it was exciting. Like, you mean we're going to have fried eggs and biscuits for supper? We can't do that. Oh yes we can. Okay, so I'm treading the plank, about to go overboard here, I know. Just thought it was worthy of mentioning. Brupper. Mmmm, good.

The babe is getting along smashingly these days, if you wondering (and I know you are). These are what I have fondly termed "days of redirection." Allow me to elaborate:

Eli (briskly crawling to nearest shelf, chair, Christmas tree, electrical outlet -- insert possibly fatal object of choice): Na, na, na, na (which I have figured either means mom, I want something, or a combination of the two)

Mom (quickly arriving on scene to fetch child): Eli, what are you doing?

E (basking in the mischief that is his, all his, to create): Heh.

M (remaining upbeat while strategizing): Eli, look at this (pointing to any one of the gajillion bright and very lonely toys strewn on the rug).

E (pondering the proposition): Hah (even louder than at first).

M (now fetching child and moving to safer environment): Come on, Eli, look at this...ooh, aahhh, wow, ooh... (am losing brain cells by nanosecond and all abilities to speak intelligently).

E (briskly crawling to nearest shelf, chair, Christmas tree, electrical outlet, insert possibly fatal object of choice): Na, na, na, na...

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Oh, the times, they are a changin'. And we're lovin' every minute. On a somber note, I just read a headline that James Kim, the missing father of the family who had been stranded in Oregon, was found dead. I am deeply saddened to hear this. I guess some stories just don't have happy endings.

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