Monday things

[mrissa]

I ran into what may be the first honest office manager I've dealt with in years, calling an electrician this morning. "I'm sorry," she said, "we make a policy of not returning phone calls. They should all be back around 5:30; you can try again then, if you like." A policy of not returning phone calls??? timprov points out that the other electricians we've dealt with seem to have a similar policy, just not one they're willing to state to prospective customers. Still and all, it was a little startling: a policy of not returning phone calls. It makes one wonder why they'd bothered to have her answer the phone at all. (On the other hand, maybe she was expecting a call from her mother.)

If you're looking for cuteness, there are new pictures of my niece. Including some in a hat. I swear, putting a hat on your baby increases the risk that I will grab it and run away by, like, 400%. It's good to know the odds on these things. (Even though I have never actually grabbed a baby and run away. Well. Not very far away.) I should still post the old pictures of my niece. It's just a bit far down my priority list, I'm afraid -- behind getting a painter to come out and do the house early this fall, behind scheduling a preliminary appointment to look at the right side wisdom teeth the idiot dentist last year didn't remove, behind going to the pharmacy for timprov's meds, behind finishing "Flight of the Paleontologist." Which I am afraid is never going to be the best story I've ever written, not even temporarily until I finish my next story. But today it will be done, and sometimes that's what matters: getting it out of my head so I can do something better, or at least something different.

I feel like making ominous noises about the something different, actually.

Comments

[batwrangler.livejournal.com]

Niecelet with cats! Inna hat! With ruffly gingham pants! Inna a hooded ducky towel! ::falls over from the cute:: (It's a good thing I'm not in grab-n-dash proximity.)

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

In those first few pictures, I was thinking how big and alert she looks - and wasn't she born, like three days ago? (I'm sure it seems like much longer to her parents!) But then there were those pictures of her on her daddy's shoulders and all you see is a teeny head above his....

Or in other words, awwwwwww.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

She is Big. She is a Very Big Girl. She's not yet Big enough to tell us so, but I feel sure that the day is not far off.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

The boundary past which one is a Big Girl is 6.

That's what I decided when I was four or so, anyway. It infuriated me to hear my parents refer to babysitters of mature years (15 or 16) as "kids".

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My mom has a small friend who is the youngest of five children, and for the first two and a half years of her life, she was known to her family as "Baby." Finally she looked up at one of her big brothers and said, "Will, I am not a baby, I am a tiny person." He said, "What's the difference?" She said, with great dignity, "Babies cannot talk."

So I guess that's settled then. Amber is still a baby.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised she'd admit to being a tiny person rather than a Big Tough one.

[songwind.livejournal.com]

hat, schmat. The cat trying to decide to play with the baby, eat it, or run away about killed me.

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

She is clearly a Very Superior Baby.

[ellameena.livejournal.com]

You need to post a warning before you link to something that cute. It could trigger an epileptic seizure or something!!!

[callunav.livejournal.com]

Adorababy.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

I cannot open the link to the cuteness. I am bereft!

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

That kid has quite a smile.