let lemons be angry

We found out how to make Fiver eat and drink.

Drinking: He started drinking only after I carried him and coaxed him with many soft words like "it's your choice!" and buttered him up into a happy and malleable state. Then I have to lift the bowl to his lips and continue to pat him.

Eating: We have to empty his plate and show him that it's clean, then fill it to the brim with biscuits. Then he'll come and eat the few pieces at the top.

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The last few days have been manic. With this:



and the last paper,

and a major shopping trip that resulted in:
-a beading set
-a craft set
-two pairs of 'friends forever' necklaces
-puffy bead-filled stickers
-ice-cream pens
-tiny notepads
-red cushions
-bright towels
-a rug (for myself)

and another shopping list today that will bring in:
-tiaras
-hairclips and rubberbands
-wrapping paper
-girly toothbrushes and fruity toothpaste
-travel-sized soap and shampoo sets
-bells

all for the two girls I'll be taking care of next week.

I saw many many toys yesterday and I wish I was a kid. Or that I had a kid. I would go delirious decorating a little girl's room with dollhouses and tea sets, or dressing my little boy up as a fireman.

I heard this song in toys'r'us. A child was singing, "Friends make life worthwhile."
Gee.

There's really no time before camp to do everything I need to do. I plastered myself to the floor to draw and couldn't stop sneezing.

On another note, I was so awed by the crowd at manics on monday. To see 3000 people singing (okay from my vantage point I couldn't see the crowd past ten rows behind me) songs that have been my personal heart-bursting songs, and to know without further investigation that we all probably like the same kind of other things. And manics, I cannot imagine music without the manic street preachers. In a world of fluffy love songs, they are a solid weight that pins us down to the oft-forgotten truth that life is made up of much bigger things.