Vacation Through the Eyes of Analisse (2) - Part 3

That was a good breakfast.  Lots is happening around here now.  Mommy and Daddy are talking to everyone like they're old friends.  The other kids are all playing together.  Fights are rising and falling in the basement.  Hope they don't mess up my bed...wait...I won't be needing it anymore.  I'll sleep in my own bed tonight.

Wait.  Daddy!  Stop!  I hate it when you wash my face.  No!  Stop.  AHHHHHHH!!!!!   Stop!  Stop it now!  Crap...this always happens when I eat pancakes.  Why???! 

Good.  He stopped.  I'll yell louder and squirm more next time.  Maybe he'll quit sooner.

...

I'm being picked up all morning.  This is great.  Kids, that woman, that strong man, Mommy, Daddy.  Wait!  A deck to walk on.  Daddy, let's go.  Maybe if I grab his hand and pull him...yep...that worked.

Let's go down the stairs.  Ok, now up.  Now down.  Now up.  This is fun!  I even have my pacifier.  Now, let's go back down.  Why are you picking me up Daddy?  Ah...itchy kisses again.  No more.  Get away from me!  Good, pushing his face away worked.  He giggled too.  Sucker!

Sure, Daddy, let's sit down in these chairs and stare off into space for an hour.  Why do you do that!!???

What is Mommy saying?  Ah...food.  Gotta go!

I won't be needing this pacifier.  I'll just drop it right here.

...to be continued in Part 4

Vacation Through the Eyes of Analisse (2) - Part 2

This pacifier is good...  Wait!  I'm awake!  Uh...where am I?  Oh yeah.  That bed they put me in last night.  I smell food.

Daddy heard me rustle.  Yay!  Now I get to cuddle with him in bed.

Ok...two seconds was enough.  Time for food now.  Mommy and Daddy are still asleep.  Maybe I'll go find the food. 

Hey!  Here's some stairs.  Wait...where's my pacifier.  Oh, nevermind.  I'm hungry. 

Whew!  Those stairs were a tad hard to climb, but I'm up now. 

Who's this?  I recognize her.  She loves me.  Hey!  She's picking me up and giving me kisses and talking all sweet.  Very wicked cool.  I'll give some kisses.  That makes her smile.  I know Daddy and Mommy really like this woman.  Oh!  More kids.

Where are we going?  Oh..right.  Food.  Yum...pancakes...um...syrup?  Ah...there we go.  She knew it.  No need to scream.


...to be continued in Part 3

Vacation Through the Eyes of Analisse (2) - Part 1

Mommy and Daddy are packing the car.  All I want is something to drink and eat.  I'm sucking on this pacifier, which I love dearly, trying to dodge their feet as they walk in and out of the house.  Ouch!  The door bumped me in the back of the head.  Maybe if I scream loud enough, they'll stop ignoring me or yelling at Naya to watch me and maybe pick me up once.  Tugging on Mommy's pants is doing nothing.

Yep.  That worked.  More itchy kisses from Daddy.  Feels good to be in his arms.

Now, were driving. 

We're still driving. 

Time to sleep.  WHERE'S MY PACIFIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah.  Screaming worked.  Time to sleep.

What?  Only five minutes of sleep and their waking me up, stuffing food in my face.  No!  I don't want food!  I'll just whine and scream and...PACIFIER!  WHERE DID IT GO!!!!!

Oh good.  Daddy's yelling from the front of the van at the top of his lungs to give me my pacifier.  Ah...there it is.  Time to sleep again.

Wait...now I'm being carried into a house.  Wha...!  This isn't my house.  That means my bed isn't here!  Oh no! 

Oh wait...this bed isn't half so bad.  Plenty of blankets too.  Daddy even gave me an extra pacifier.  No matter.  I'll sleep in my bed tomorrow.


...to be continued in Part 2

Maria is My Kind o' Woman

On the second day of our eight state, sixteen day, road trip, we arrived in the small baseball market city of Kansas City, Missouri.  Our destination was Caribou Coffee (I know...we're tourists, hanging at a chain coffee joint - bite me), a few blocks off I-29 to meet a dynamic and brilliant woman, Maria.

She's my kind o' woman.

I love a woman that makes you think.  I love a woman that has her own educated opinion.  I love a woman that corrects you when she deems you are wrong.  I pout internally when a woman laughs at none of my jokes.  I love a woman who is so sure of herself that your opinion doesn't matter.  I love a woman that does not accept any status quo or group think philosophy, but devises her own beliefs by what she considers is right and worth devising.  I love a woman who walks into a high class coffee shop, orders a coffee, and, when finished, walks up to the counter and asks for a free refill.  I love a woman who challenges your petrified brain to consider thoughts beyond your current thinking.  I love a woman that doesn't laugh at the absurdity of a man having a mug fetish...er...collection, but rather assists me in picking out an epic few at the local thrift store.

Now that is an awesome woman.  Maria exhibits every one of those qualities and more. 

I am so glad we finally met in person.