Gwennie's morning

Woke up, cried until Daddy got me out of the crib.

Woke Mommy up with a pat on her face that ended with my finger in her nose, and a call for "kiss!" (Ok, so Mommy didn't mind that part too much.) Played "Pull the pillow out from under Daddy's head. Laughed. Said, "Daddy sad? Daddy sleepy!" Threw myself down next to him and snored.


Read all my new library books and my Halloween books. Kissed the witch on the wall.


Decorated my face during breakfast. Yum, oatmeal! Yummier, raisins!


Played manymanymany (but not nearly enough) games of peekaboo. Only now I call it "haidin!" Laughed.

Played dress up with a washcloth(Mommy missed that picture) and a new hat. Laughed.


Ran around outside with one shoe on.


Yelled "DYYYPer!" really loud while Mommy changed me.

Laughed.

Colored.

Now I'm helping Daddy rewire the tv. He says I'm a good helper.

It's only 10:30 am.

This afternoon, I'm going to the NICU reunion, the pumpkin patch and a BBQ. Bye bye!

Gwennie Busts a Move

Or, The Rabago Tongue in Action

Did Something Good

I can't get the pictures to post anywhere except at the top, so here's one of our little lion, with her little lion.

So I have to admit, I always feel self-conscious at rallies or protests. Well, always, as if I go to one every other week. Let's start over: even back in college, I felt self-conscious. You're basically yelling at no one. I mean, I think it's important, but it's still a little weird.

But... at the No on 8 rally, Gwen's music teacher pulled up at the corner where we were - rallying, I guess you'd call it. And he's a hip, dreadlocked music-teaching-young-children loving guy, and I had literature to hand out, so I ran over to him. In his defense, he wasn't really looking around, and all of a sudden this large redhead is in his car window, yelling "Teacher Jonah! Vote No on 8!" and it's quite possible that I frightened the bejeebers outta him. But after he recognized me (one meeting, mind, even if was only 2 days before,) he looked me in the eye and said, "I don't vote."

I was flabbergasted, stammered apologies, and slunk back to the curb. But I was bummed. I really liked him, but I have a hard respecting someone who doesn't vote. I mean, honestly. Be an adult. I couldn't really think of a way to convince him to vote without being more obnoxious than I already had been, but it bugged me.

Well, today after class, he told me that he had been thinking about it a lot, and talking to his friends, and that he has decided it is really important for him to vote. So he's registered for the first time this century. And he's talking to other people, convincing them to vote this election, too. He says he doesn't even get why we should have to vote to allow adults to marry. You go, Teacher Jonah!

Score.

I'm proud of me - I put myself out there, and it made some impact.