160 words so far today; I have broken 65000 words which means… nothing if it doesn’t get published. Well it means that I’ve written 5000 new words since mOm last looked at the mss. If I was a proper writer (which I will never be) I’d not show it to anyone until it was ready.
I SAW ALEX YESTERDAY. He got filthy. We called it Alex in the Park, the Enfilthening. Watching him eat a piece of nectarine made me laugh. Bite, shudder, smile, gum, swallow. I played Otto for him, and sang. He was much more interested in eating and playing in the sand pile (which I obligingly turned a portion of into mud, which he also enjoyed, thus the filth.)
Watching Katie with her son I am so glad my mOm was not particularly censorious about my child rearing. We have a family history of shutting the hell up unless it really is demonstrably a safety issue. Ensuring his immune system grows up hella strong is good; dirt is a social convention, to an extent.
The hormones of parental love make one so swift and so fierce, and in after times it is hard to remember how hard they pulled.
He napped, and then he scared himself with the exercise ball. Katie and I worked on her resumé while he napped, so it was all quite convenient.
His crawling is, erm, vigorous, and he wanted to kill the fan and eat the cat food.
He has six teeth and enjoys showing them in an extremely googoo making grin. He shared this grin with his greatuncle a few times, including the “Why are you making that remarkably enjoyable noise!?” smile.
ah English… where a sharp guy can be a dull dog who’s too blunt in making his point.
Later…. 877 words, phew, I can go watch the Sunday Night Haul. RICK AND MORTY HERE I COME.