Tuesday, October 25, 2005
October 2005
Her name is Crispy.
She is small, pink, and plastic.
Tilt her back: eyes close.
WHAT EMERSON SAID THE OTHER DAY
You get hamburgers
first, then I'll make toovalroo (sic),
then the cherry melts.
JOANNA IN THE BATH
She likes to narrate:
"Wash knee. Wash knee. Wash toes; toes.
Wash chin, wash tummy."
JOANNA HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR
Or maybe she's just
being nice. Say something dumb,
she laughs way too hard.
Teeth shining, she says Funny.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
August
Emmy sits on shore.
Water laps cool at her legs.
She shivers, she smiles.
AT THE BEACH, II
JoJo on blanket,
bonnet-shade. She eats crackers
in great, grand fistfuls.
DINOSAUR RIDGE
Not too jazzed about
the footprints. The fake stega-
sauri? A big hit.
LEARNING TO SHARE
Not easy, no, no.
Jo holds toy; Emmy yanks it
away. It's not yours!
HERITAGE SQUARE, ALPINE SLIDE
Worker-girl spills coke
on guy's butt. Emmy and I
watch the commotion,
then fly
down
the world.
Rest of Summer: Things Done
Started the pickup, waited for five minutes while it warmed up, stressed about the old, faded tires. Decided, with consultation from Emerson, my oldest daughter, to name pick up Clifford, the Big Red Pickup.
Looked at my wife, realized (again) how beautiful and smart she is.
The other morning, like most mornings, woke up to baby in the closet, pulling back a curtain, calling Hi Mommy Hi Daddy Where Emmy go.
Missed my mother, wished she were around to play with the kids.
Thought about the future while in the shower, made plans to buy lottery ticket.
Talked to dissatisfied person for 40 minutes in a low, scratchy voice—my customer-service-but-important-person voice.
Emptied dishwasher, filled it again with several sippy cups that had sea-foam green fuzz growing in them.