Little People
Fiji and I spent the weekend with my family, including my 2 nephews and 1 niece. Adorable little people. And holy hell, TALKATIVE. It's like now that they're able to converse in full sentences (for the most part) they are letting loose with all the stuff that they've been storing up in their brains when all they could do was point to stuff and cry because adults were too stupid to understand what it was they were talking about.
The youngest is a monkey. Literally. He climbs everything. The counter. Chairs. Your leg. Trees. In addition, he LOVES monkeys. Just like ME. We are so related. However, he has mastered the art of pretending that I don't exist. No joke. He won't respond to my questions and he looks right through me. Apparently, he only sees and hears men. Which is nice.
The girlchild is a doll. She's beautiful. And girly to the max. Which is odd because she has no girly female role models. At all. She repeats everything I say. Fun. She likes to hold my hand and have me paint her nails (with the disapproval of her mother) and sit on my lap and stuff.
The oldest does not shut up. Does. Not. Shut. Up. He's smart and remembers everything. He's written books and is a terrific artist. He has 7 songs on his iPod. He took an extreme liking to Fiji, which was quite convenient for the rest of us. He made up his own rules for Monopoly and almost won. He's also a cheater.
When I was saying goodbye, girlchild wouldn't stop hugging me and I was forced to peel her little fingers away. I got kinda choked up and ran away.
I love them all dearly. And they love me, which makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. But, flyingFLUBS, silence is priceless. PRICELESS.
The youngest is a monkey. Literally. He climbs everything. The counter. Chairs. Your leg. Trees. In addition, he LOVES monkeys. Just like ME. We are so related. However, he has mastered the art of pretending that I don't exist. No joke. He won't respond to my questions and he looks right through me. Apparently, he only sees and hears men. Which is nice.
The girlchild is a doll. She's beautiful. And girly to the max. Which is odd because she has no girly female role models. At all. She repeats everything I say. Fun. She likes to hold my hand and have me paint her nails (with the disapproval of her mother) and sit on my lap and stuff.
The oldest does not shut up. Does. Not. Shut. Up. He's smart and remembers everything. He's written books and is a terrific artist. He has 7 songs on his iPod. He took an extreme liking to Fiji, which was quite convenient for the rest of us. He made up his own rules for Monopoly and almost won. He's also a cheater.
When I was saying goodbye, girlchild wouldn't stop hugging me and I was forced to peel her little fingers away. I got kinda choked up and ran away.
I love them all dearly. And they love me, which makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. But, flyingFLUBS, silence is priceless. PRICELESS.
posted by Tilly at 11:29 AM
2 Comments:
Little people can be awesome, but also sometimes overwhelming (especially when they are you own). Sounds like you had a nice time with them.
I did, indeed. And now I miss their noise.
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