mozie woke up yesterday morning reading her bi-mart coupon book in bed at full voice.
michael was reading it to her before she went to bed: "99 cents, cascade liquid detergent. buy one get one free glade plug-ins. mr. coffee coffee filters, 3.99...."
i just laid in bed at the ripe ol' hour of 7:30 am and waited for her to read herself back to sleep.
around 7:40, she started 'crowing' at me: "mama! mama! cah cah! cah cah!"
her ears are all stinky in the morning. i love it. it's this little mozie stink cradled right between her fat cheeks and her ear lobe. it's the nights' drool, i'm sure. i tell her she has stinky ears and she says "i have stinky ears, mama!" in this awesome two-year old tiny voice.
this morning, after coming downstairs, she sat on the heater and nursed oscar the grouch. i could see his little silver garbage can sticking out from under her shirt.
ruah is all over me with love and affection. i'm not sure what to do with it, but receive it, which is a very hard thing to do when you're someone like me.
i love these girls. they've pushed out my hipbones to the point of no return, and they've radically jolted my life so i wake up at 6 am and then 7 am and sometimes 1 and 2 and 3 am and they crow at me and have stinky ears and they cry for me and want me. this love, this unspeakable love.
it's a little hard to take, but i'll keep praying my way....
