I love when Violet starts banging wildly with sticks. She really goes nuts. She just wails on that chair, and squinches her eyes shut in rock ecstasy, and shakes her head back and forth. She looks like Keith Moon. Pow pow pow pow! You go, you wild untamed rebel! When Phil isn't home, I let her scream loudly while she plays as well.
"EEEEEEEYEAAAH!" she'll scream, and I'll scream back at her. "YOW! Good one, Violet, but can you do it LOUDER?"
When Daddy is home I say "people don't like loud noises in the house." I don't mind them so much, but they make a little pulse throb alarmingly in Phil's forehead.
Today we went to go see Lee and Ron's adorable new baby, Spencer. He was like a tiny screwed-up rose petal. Ron let me hold him, he was sleeping, and I sniffed him rapturously. New baby smell is even better than new car smell. Violet was 100 percent perfect. I had told her before we arrived that she couldn't touch the new baby, she had to just look with her eyes, and she was so good, she just looked. And she was nice and quiet and didn't wake him up. When we got home she wrapped her doll baby up in her skirt and told me solemnly "This my baby, you just look with eyes."
Phil's taking off work tomorrow and we're going camping. It's Games Weekend! Scarlett is going to be there for Violet to play with, and mama's going to get lots of lovely time off so I can put my feet up and play Apples to Apples and Pictionary. I am particularly excited about the Pictionary.
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