Thursday, January 22, 2009

Twinkle Twinkly Little...

Rosie's getting to the age now where what she says is actually funny. She says I'm silly when I laugh at her, especially when I'm so incapacitated with laughter that I actually fall on the floor.

She's very good at answering questions.
Rosie, what did you do today? She tilts her head to the side: "Um...Dogdog."
Oh really? "Um... yeah. Yeah." nodding seriously. "Dogdogs."

One of her games is to fill in the blanks of songs. The other day it was:
Twinkle twinkle little... "HIPPO!"
How I wonder what you... "TIGER!"
Up above the world so... "COW!"
Like a diamond in the ..."WAINBOW!"
Twinkle twinkle little... "SPIDER!"
How I wonder what you... "DOUBLE-U NOSE BUTT!".... "Mommy, silly."


This is what I've been having daymares about lately. Ever since two weeks ago I moved a box in the garage and the biggest, shiniest, creepiest beasty ever skittled away from me, I keep imagining them charging me, curling in my shoe, climbing in my bedclothes, biting my baby.
Last friday, after a week of centipede-phobia, I was at a playgroup and sitting down with the kids at the snack/craft table. When I stood up, I felt as if something wet had dripped onto my leg, but when I looked down, there wasn't anything there. But then it was definitely feeling cool and wet, like maybe, somehow there was a banana string half-way up my thigh? I shook out my pant leg, and what fell out onto my slipper but AN ACTUAL BLACK SHINY CENTIPEDE! YES, the very creature I had been having daily nightmares about managed to crawl most of the way up my leg, inside my jeans. Oh, it makes me swoon. It ran across the floor and I screamed, and somebody smashed it to a crunchy many-legged pulp with my discarded slipper.
So, I've become something of an overreactive shrieker. I was hanging up laundry, and one clip was too squashy, and then writhed. I screamed and did the "GETTITOFFAME!!!" dance. Rosie was alarmed. It was one of these:
And then last night I opened the door to put out the compost and another friendly little gecko fell heavily-- splot-- onto my hand. I screamed. Sorry neighbors! Just a lizard falling on me, nothing to worry about.
And another thing... it's spider season. These huge, bulky garden spiders have taken up residence in the rafters of the garage, across the outside sink and over the washing machine. They're massive. They could take on the centipede. I'd be willing to watch that. Forget Alien vs. Predator. Give me Horrifying carnivorous evildoer centipede versus creepy lurking bloodsucking she-demon spider.

Friday, January 09, 2009

Stormy Weather

Rosie the cat lady
Matt and Rosie, musicians.
Our little Potted garden.
Rosie taking the hamper for a stroll around the house
And a mysterious panda-like creature
The child tracing her elbow.
And running in the rain
And robot-ing in the rain
And a rainbow
Rainbow watching on a Tuesday morning
Wainbow-- ooooh, Wight Deah!
We went for a walk up a little road along the waimea river that recently flooded terribly and ripped through all the homes and farms along there.

"how odd! A chinese truck!" I thought. The next night we happened to watch "Tropic Thunder" (SOOOO stupid) and voila-- a flotilla of these trucks! The show was filmed on this island, so, I guess they left their weird old Chinese trucks behind.

Some ad hoc "repairs" being done on the river. The sign on the tree says "Parking for Hawaiians Only."
Prime Hawaii real estate.