The other day Anju had woken from her nap and was crying. As X and I started for the stairs to get her, Arun said "No, I do it! I do it! Arun's turn!" As he went up the stairs he was emphatic, "Anju, I coming! I coming! It's okay, Anju! It's okay!" By the time we made it up the stairs, he was in bed with her, hugging her and patting her head. She was laughing and babbling away at him. Now, if I could only teach him how to change her diaper and style her hair, I would be home free.
One of my favorite, new blogs these days is Ain't No Free Lunch.It is written by GA who happens to be the Beloved of Rita, the brains behind Surrender, Dorothy. It is like reading about their lives in stereo. It is not quite like peeking through a keyhole (darn it!), but it is still good fun reading about situations from a He Said, She Said perspective. I wish I could get X to blog. The CPA in me would kill for having that kind of documentation factor in my marriage. I mean, not that I would print off backups to use in the event of a heated discussion or court case. Never.
So, GA has a great, great post on the "economic stimulus" check coming in the mail soon. Sure, I will take the money, but I think the whole thing is silly - just a way to politicians to make their voters happy in an election year.
Anyway......recently, the big hullabaloo going on in Travolta Chateau has been the Great Wii Debacle of 2008. GA bought a Wii on eBay. Rita was not happy. They worked it out and decided to keep the Wii, after all. I have been walking on coals this past week - trying to convince my own beloved that we truly need to help GA out and take that Wii off of his hands, quietly egging GA on in the background that he should keep it all while being careful of my status as Rita's Friend. Besides, I don't want to ruin my status as Welcome Visitor because HELLO! I want to be invited to Game Night. I mean, I may be greedy and sneaky, but I am not stoopid.