i'm typing this at Big Sister's house, sitting next to a highchair-bound baby. i should say, a highchair-bound Best Baby in the World. she's freshly diapered, full of formula, and busy talking to her rubber ducky (she can say "duck!" and "hi!" and doggy!" she's only 9 months old; i am justifiably excited by this.)

Big Sister broke her foot stepping in a hole in the backyard; i've been staying here to help out, chasing Best Baby and feeding the Munchkins. i'm kind of enjoying this mommy-by-proxy thing. tomorrow i'm taking Munchkin #1 to his middle-school orientation. i guess i should try to avoid looking like i belong in middle school myself...

yesterday Best Baby fell asleep in my arms; we took a nap together on the couch. it was the best feeling, this child trusts me completely and wants nothing more from me than to stay nearby. i am seriously rethinking that whole not wanting kids idea.

of course i did have to miss $1 margarita night at charlie brown's, but i think i can live without it. i'm doing more work on my poems than i've done in months and when i do go out, i want to have interesting conversations. it's less and less about just getting out of the house. i don't mind the house so much. i hate being around stupid people more than i hate being alone.

ok Best Baby in the World is getting ready to crawl on out of here again, and i'm going to chase her.

til the kitchen sinks, -beatpoetgrrl

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