Morning routine--once I've reached 3/4 conscious, I sit up to hug everyone. Usually Timber first because he'll escape if I don't grab him! ("Aw, Mom, stop with the mushy stuff already!") Then Taenzer because Taenzer wallows in it, she can't get enough of it. She'll come lie in my lap with her head in the crook of my arm and gaze adoringly up at me while I whisper sweet nothings to her. This morning Annie was on the bed and decided she wanted a cuddle, and Miss Bitch kept cutting her off. No violence; she'd just move and block her approach. Brat. Finally I pushed Taenzer out of the way and grabbed Annie: "Annie can get hugged if she wants to, it's not going to hurt you any." So Taenzer snarked at poor little innocent Timber, who's sitting there patiently with his koozball in his mouth--the one with feet--waitng for me to play tug with it. He ignored her.
Now he and Annie are back in the bedroom and Taenzer's in here snuggled up against my leg. Mommy's Girl.
This morning's soundtrack: "I'm Ready," Moondog Matinee, The Band (after hearing the entire album all night. Loudly. Sure wish these intercranial organic playback devices came with a volume control!)
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