Tegan and Sara

I know who the youngest Tegan and Sara fan is. Okay, maybe not the youngest, but I can't imagine they have many fans who are under three years old.

You know who I mean, of course. KLM.

It all started Mother's Day weekend. I was taking KK out to Ferndale to make a stepping stone for her Momma. "Walking With a Ghost" was on the tape I had playing in my car.

"This is my song," a voice claims in the backseat.

Soon after, it ended. "Hey, why'd you turn off my song? Turn it back on!"

And so I rewinded the tape. Over and over and over again.

Before we turned onto Oxford, she could sing some of it. (Of course, they're only about fifteen words.)

Now everytime we're in my car, I play "her" song. She can sing all of it. In fact, if you want her to sing it, all you have to do is say "Tegan and Sara."

Edit: I updated KK's blog.

"Bringing Up Ben"

Now that my niece lives in Bham, and I see her literally every day, I've been doing lots of research on the Internet about three year olds. I pass the advice onto my sister, who actually listens. Sometimes.

Anyway, I found this blog called "Bringing up Ben and Birdie" (though I haven't got to the point where Birdie is born yet.)

I should write about all the things my niece says and does. I would call it "Annie Roo Pirate."

For example:

Today I took KK to the park. The moment we got out the door, she asked, "Annie, do you have money?"

"Yes, I do," I answered, thrilled that she understood the concept.

My excitement didn't last long, though it became clear she did, in fact, understand what money was for. "You can buy me some ice cream from the ice cream truck!"

... right. But that reminds me of a few weeks ago, when KK insisted she wanted "Poscos" for lunch. I thought she was saying "Costco," until she pointed at a box in the garbage can. Popsicles, duh.


At the park, they have this little bridge that moves if you jump on it. My niece hopped excitedly on it, yelling to me, "Let's jump like hobos!"

(Later, I was told that she meant "Bobo" from "Diego," but I liked mine better.)

And the Nightmares Continue

The first one: KK was throwing a fit. In the middle of Guide Meridian. Her mom and my mom just ignored her. Cars were going by. I was so scared, and screaming. There were trucks going by this tiny three year old at fifty miles an hour! And then when there was a gap in the traffic, they didn't do anything.

My other dream was about my friends and their daughter. And about ski-to-sea, but that part was weird. I know this one came from the baby shower, because it was their daughter's birthday or something. I don't know. But basically, the whole thing was about rejection. Because I don't deal enough with her rejection during the day that I have to deal with it at night, too.

Weird

I had this weird dream last night. Okay, I always have weird dreams. In fact, I wondered today why I don't ever have dreams like Calvin had. You know, going to school, only to wake and find it was a dream.

I was at work. We were having this meeting. I don't know what about, just that they're weren't enough chairs. We had to share.

The one I was sharing a chair with (I won't say who) suddenly got up and left. I wanted to leave too, but not because she did. Because I really wanted to ... bake cookies. I was really stressed out about sharing a chair. I think it had more to do with the person, though.

Finally, I said I need to use the restroom and went to my car, looking for my cookie sheet. Frantically, in fact. I had lost it.

All my co-workers came out. The office people, the drivers, and about a thousand people I didn't know. In the parking lot, going down the street, all carrying torches and stuff. I don't know what we were attacking, but the scene was pretty scary. And on top of everything, I was already freaked out.

I think it's a pretty good metaphor for how I've felt lately.

So, What's New?

lots. Some good. Some okay. Some bad.

My sis and neice now live with my parents. It's good for the toddler. I think she likes getting positive attention. My dad calls us "two peas in a pod." I often wonder about the bond between us, if it's just because I'm her aunt, or if there's some reason that I won't know for years, if ever. I like my second theory better.

One of my co-workers came up with a great idea today. The forever stamp. No, not those new stamps. An actual "forever" stamp. Like, it lasts forever. I plan to steal this from her, and sell the idea to the post office. As soon as I figure out how much it would have to cost. Email me for further details.

And to my friend: I don't care if you disapprove. I'm going to write you a story about it anyway. About an elf and his human friend and their relationship that only exists in his head. Well, not really, just in his memories. Their friendship faded and he doesn't know why.

(it could possibly be the cultural differences.)