not going to cabo

Spring break is next week, my last (ever? probably) spring break. I have no grand plans. I will spend some of it studying for Corporations, as that class has suffered from my 3L classwork ennui. I have one day blocked off to take Nathaniel to the beach if the weather is warm. Other than that, no plans. Well, I might help my sister's baby arrive.

I do plan to read frivolous novels. I find that since I am not reading for Corporations (bad 3L! bad!) I read frivolous novels instead. It is making the semester ever so much more pleasant, truly.

I'm currently reading Blink by Malcolm Gladwell. It is entertaining so long as I hide the lack of any meaningful citations in the text from my not-so-suppressed inner law review geek. Lack of citations in even pseudo-scientific literature makes me twitch, but since Gladwell's point so far seems to be that we rely too much on citations anyhow, I am trying to relax about it all.

In an effort to distract myself from permissive publishing practices (first it's no citations and next it's tattoos for toddlers! A downward slope. The apocalypse of publishing, as it were.) I will tell you a Red Wiggly story. It has been some time since I have told a Red Wiggly story, I believe.

Red Wiggly is what one would call, politely, "high energy" or "excitable." In our house this means that Red Wiggly gets her ya-yas out by running off-leash in high-speed circles. It is fun to watch; Red Wiggly in a full-out sprint, dog grin on her face, ears streaming behind her, is a thing of beauty.

Nathaniel is also "high energy," otherwise known as "two."  He models after Red Wiggly in more than just energy, though. Yesterday Red Wiggly ran into our bedroom carrying one of my slippers in her mouth and a few seconds later Nathaniel followed with the other slipper dangling from his mouth. I am sure his human orientation will sort itself out eventually but at this point there does appear to be a wee bit of confusion on the matter. At least I got both my slippers.

Red Wiggly as teacher has led to a happy discovery in the T. household. We like to call it the "Running in Circles" game, a name invented by Nathaniel ("I want to play Running in Circles!"). Red Wiggly takes off on her circles of joy and Nathaniel takes off on his, mimicking, as always, his beloved dog. And that's the game. They both wear themselves out running in circles and we, the energy-deprived members of the household, watch and engage in adult conversation that does not include referring to oneself in the third person. I do not believe I can adequately express to you how much I love the Running in Circles game.

I am hoping we can follow up with the "Using the Toilet Oneself" game. It's sure to be a hit.

Comments

[Rayne of Terror]

Too funny! Henry doesn't have a dog and I can see now why we might want one. He wants us to chase him around the house 20 or 30 minutes at a time. I enjoy chasing a lot. I pretend to fall and Henry gives me hugs.

I'm not doing much for spring break either. Well a little something, it's my 30th birthday over break so we're going to take a long weekend to St. Louis to see friends. Other than that I'm going to get started on my senior writing requirement and work and hopefully paint Henry's bedroom. We never "decorated" his room. We put in the crib, a dresser and heavy sheets for curtains and called it a day. He seems to be about ready for a bed, so I figure that's a good opportunity to paint and perhaps find some curtains to go with his new sheets.

[jeanne]

Crap! CRAP! I will mail your Corporations supplement today. Totally forgot, out of sight out of mind. Crap! So sorry!