Right This Minute

I don't know how it's been so long since I've written, but that seems to happen lots - I make a plan to do something and then lie down in bed at night only to realize it never got done. I do this several days, apparently several weeks in a row. Time does, in fact, get away from me. So, instead of tomorrow or yesterday, I'm thinking of right this minute.

You are making the most of all your time. Right now, you are sitting up in your playpen taking note of what happens when you bang various things with your pacifier. You just capsized. Capsizing is probably inaccurate, as it implies a gradual act, while you went over all at once. More "falling off a log" than "capsizing," I think. Now you're attempting to roll over but you keep getting distracted by what you can pick up with your toes and by the tag on the underside of the changing station. Perhaps it is best to express your frustrations to your scarf and wave your left foot emphatically in the air. Or grab Puff Dogg's tail and wave him triumphantly over your head. Or root around like you're sleepy, which you probably are. Or somehow in the last three seconds have managed to rotate yourself 90 degrees. Time to pick up another object and hold it up between your feet for further examination. And now it's time to get you up and let you nurse and put you down for your nap - whenever you start drawing your scarf over your face in shades of, "I want to be alone," it's time for bed. But wait, now it's time to body-slam Winnie-the-Pooh. Grab him by the ears and smash his fat face! And then laugh. You are a strange and funny little person....