We just got home from a remarkably productive session of errand-running, and I've been trying to catch up on my favorite web sites while holding a progressively-more-sleepy Liza on my lap. Usually I can get about five minutes of surfing done before she loses interest in the computer screen and starts attempting to write her autobiography on the keyboard (unless I'm visiting online porn sites - she likes all those pictures, dontcha know). Today she's spent the past ten minutes looking over my shoulder at the birds outside the office, then sticking her face right in front of mine so I can't help but notice her, and then laughing when I look at her. Could she get any cuter? Only if she did a repeat of what she was doing the other night, which was sticking her face about 2" away from mine, opening her eyes and mouth wide in amazement, and then bonking noses with me. She is officially forgiven for at least one month of her hideous behaviour at the beginning of her life.
PS - The only reason I can type this is because she's sitting on the floor, happily eating index cards. Cellulose counts as fiber, right?
PPS - Dad, when Mom regains consciousness, please tell her I was kidding about the porn. You can't see enough faces for Liza to be interested in it ...
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
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