Tidbits

The kiddos love to frolic with DP when she gets home from work. I'm instantly chopped liver, so to speak, and that's just fine. I like watching them play. Well, last night DD wanted a horsey ride on DP's back (I don't give horsey rides; I'm not the "fun mama"). She climbed up with her stuffed white bunny Amy (actually, my bunny, one of four, named after the characters in my favorite book Little Women). DS was desperate for his turn so we suggested he help out. He decided "horsey" needed to be fed. And that horsey was actually a camel. So, acting like the people he'd seen at the Bronx Zoo, he grasped DP by the chin and led her to the fake food, where he fed her broccoli. And when it was his turn to ride, DD did the same thing.

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The other day, changing DS's diaper on my legs, he complained that I scratched him. Now, like most good lesbians, I don't have fingernails and I didn't think I'd nicked him in any way. When he got up he went straight to my ankles--and the space above my socks but below my pant leg. My skin was exposed. "Scratchy," he said. My legs were scratchy. I shaved that very night. Is this how dads feel about stubble?

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I have new contact lenses. I used to wear them, starting in high school, and did for years. But when the babes were born, I had trouble with them--tired eyes, dirty hands, who knows--and so I switched to glasses. A few weeks ago, DS broke my glasses, knocked the nose piece off so that we could only superglue it and hope. And so, I went to the eye doctor and got contacts (in an improved prescription--whose eyes actually get better? I bet it's because I don't read anymore!).

DD doesn't like the contacts at all. When I got home from the appointment, she noticed my glasses were missing almost immediately. And she came up to me and roughly patted (well, that's a nice way to put it) my face and started wailing for my glasses. I told her I was wearing new super invisible glasses that would get smudged or break. But she doesn't care. And has complained everyday since the transition. I think I understand though, we had a ritual--she would hand me my glasses in the morning and I would say (or she would pre-empt me), "Now I can see you!" It's just not as fun with contacts.

I'd better not consider lasik.