A day in the life of Bea (& Ollie)

Like most parents, I think my daughter is the bee's knees. However, in this case, she really is. Powerskeet, as we affectionately refer to her, is 16 months old. Two words sum her up: sweet & spicy.

Her dad is George. Skeets lucked out scoring George as her dad. He does everything with her: gardens, cooks, sleds, swimming lessons, even put her first hockey skates on her and took her to the local rink. She is a lucky, lucky girl andhe is a lucky, lucky dad. She is in many ways, her father's daughter.

Oliver is her pug-brother. Oliver is beyond tolerant. He is gentle and sweet, but takes no prisoners should you mess with "Bear-Bitch" (his stuffed teddy bear that he humps b/c we didn't fix him b/c we had plans of breeding that never materialized). Long and the short of it is, we don't really need to go through the whole pregnancy/childbirth/infant thing again b/c Ollie and Skeets essentially function like brother and sister.

Since I am terrible at keeping in touch, writing letters, returning phone calls, returning emails and most egregiously, keeping a babybook; I guess skeetie's babyhood can be memorialized through a blog.

So today:

Woke up at 5:45 am, husband already out of bed and shoveling snow off the sidewalk. Pug and Skeets awake and watching him out the window. Both have taken the liberty of using my pillow as a step to peer outside. So we all jump out of bed. We proceed with the rest of our morning, Bea still in her red and white striped jammies. Breakfast, bath, shower (me), a little Today show, nursie (yes, Skeets still sleeps w/ us and still nurses) and wait for babysitter....and wait for babysitter....and wait for babysitter. God damn unreliable college student blows me off. So I frantically try to find someone to play w/ Bea. Fortunately settle on one of my best friends, Kelly, who has the day off w/ her baby boy, Grant Henry. She is a true friend and came to my rescue yet again. Although she never lets me come to her rescue. Take Skeets over there, she gleefully goes to Kelly, even blows her a kiss. I schlepp off to my law firm to spend yet another day acting like I give a shit about my job. I know, I know, public blog, I should be careful. But its probably no secret that my new priority lies in Bea & family and its hard to get excited about writing an endless number of briefs when Bea's elsewhere.

End of story for now....not going to blog about my job. Or anything else inconsequential. This is Bea's blog. Tonight we are packing for Canada and watching....LOST!!!! My favorite show.

Since 8/17/05...every day is a BEAutiful day!!

Update: Pulled up to Kelly's house at 4:30 pm to see Bea (still in her jammies) grinning and squealing silent squeals through the window. We reunite, kiss, hug, kiss, hug, and clap hands. Go home eat animal cookies together, make Mac & Cheese and get ready for LOST. See, already sounds like I'm describing a night w/ my best girlfriend, sans the vino. We watched LOST (which by the way is not inconsequential). I watched, Bea nursied, pug snored. Husband stayed late at work. Skeets passed out from the hot milk and George got home. He promptly ordered a bacon and jalepeno pizza (thx to "Julie & Julia") and returns with pizza and Bud Light in hand. Ahhh....Bea-utiful end to an otherwise stressful day.