A sleepy Daphne is sitting next to me on the couch, watching “Sesame Street” with as much interest her little body can muster. I credit Jason Schwartzman in his cameo as a magic chef.
Next up: “Rushmore.”
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I’m late getting to the cool TV shows, so by the time I’m watching them on Netflix and totally enthused you guys are already finished and don’t want to read my thoughts on them. I get that. Recent examples where I’ve had a lot to say and practically nobody in blogland to say it to: Battlestar Galactica, Friday Night Lights and now Felicity.
BUT I am watching Downton Abbey as it’s being aired on PBS so now we can all discuss! It will be fun.
- I’m not really digging the second season as much as the first. I barely care about Lady Mary and Matthew; I still haven’t forgiven Lady Edith for kissing a married man; Matthew’s mother is desperate where last season she was strong-willed and funny. There’s just not a whole lot of people on there I care about.
- They’ve been lazy when writing Thomas’ character. Everyone else has some dimension but Thomas is just unlikable. I want the villain to have a bit more humanity.
- Maggie Smith is awesome. Let’s see some of her best lines. My favorite: “Don’t be defeatist, dear. It’s very middle-class”:
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I watch an adorable little boy–I’ll call him Baby W. to protect his sweet identity, even though most of you know him–1-1/2 days each week. It’s a nice arrangement: just enough time to break up our week and give Daphne someone other than me to interact with, but not too much time that I can’t run my errands or clean my house or see friends.
The best part of watching Baby W. is seeing my daughter love on him. When he gets here in the morning she hurries over and rubs his back and kisses his head. Then she follows him around with an empty bottle and shoves it in his mouth, because if the bottle is available then it should be used.
Might I tempt you with a bottle, the contents of which have already been consumed?
Sometimes I find them having these baby conversations without words. This morning she was tilting her head and nodding at him while making sounds that she thinks are actual words but aren’t, and he responded by flapping his arms.
Babies can hurt you with their cuteness.
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Gideon was still playing with age-appropriate trains and toddler toys when we took a walk around the neighborhood and he pointed his “boom stick”–a tiny curved tree limb, barely in the shape of a gun–at objects and made the sound of them exploding as his arm jolted upward from the imaginary recoil. I’m still not sure where he got the idea for that. The most violence he’d seen up to that point on TV was when Thomas the Tank Engine ran through the buffers and oil splattered everywhere as his eyes spun in circles from the surprise. Obviously this was well before his love for Spider-Man and Transformers..
Friday afternoon Neighbor Boy called and said he had a surprise for Gideon. We stopped at Neighbor Boy’s grandparents’ house on our walk and Gideon was gifted with a very nice, homemade pretend gun carved from wood, made by Neighbor’s Boy’s grandpa. It even came with a holster. Then Neighbor Boy and Gideon fought off the bad guys in the neighborhood with their matching guns to protect Mia’s heart. Very cute.
Saturday morning Neighbor Boy ran to our house and brought another very nice homemade pretend gun carved from wood, this time for Mia. So Sunday afternoon I asked them to make thank you cards for Neighbor Boy’s Grandpa. They made the sweetest cards, told him he’s “awesome,” with people at the bottom of the page, smiling as they point guns at each other.
I don’t think they understand guns yet.
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“She is a great phone talker. She could call me every day. And I would answer.”
-Hubby, after his grandma very sweetly wished me a happy birthday then got off the phone without any small talk.
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