Thursday, April 1, 2010
There was a story I read as a kid, about Frog and Toad I think, and Frog (or was it Toad?) had a garden and he loved it so very much that he watered it every day and he sang to his seeds and he fed them fertilizer and eventually he crouched down on the ground and screamed at the flowers to grow, damn you! Only not in those exact words since it was a kid's book.
I think the flowers did eventually grow, and these here metaphorical flowers are growing just fine, though not at quite the pace RockNoodle/Frog or perhaps Toad would like. If we suggest that RockNoodle scrunch a scrunchy toy for Willow, she will scrunch it will all her might and desire to please and it will be frenetically scrunched and Willow will cry.
But that's lessened, actually. RockNoodle is extremely sensitive and solicitous and is starting to recognize what Willow responds to, and what she doesn't. It's fun to watch.
And in an almost-but-not-quite non sequitur, I present for your enjoyment Willow in her previously blogged Little Sister's Dress: