There was this retirement thing for someone at the library that Charlotte had to go to since Rachel was sort of out of commission. Or so she said. Really, Rosco knew Rachel could have gone, but she would have had to have gotten babysitting and..well, he was right here.
Anyway, they had to be the grownups. Charlotte was making him wear a suit to this old people thing. It was so damn irritating. Why, he kept asking himself. Why? So he got ready in no time. Charlotte was in the bathroom. Forever he thought.
"Are you coming out of there?" It was making him nervous. "Aren't you ready?"
Nothing. Absolutely not a word came from the bathroom. So he tied his leather shoes, and went to see if it was unlocked. It was. It was there, his eyes opened wide. He took it all in. Charlotte had decided to cut the back of her hair.
"Does it look OK?" She turned to him as she snipped one more lock with the worst scissors in the world.
"No. No, it doesn't, Charlotte." And it didn't. It looked off. Really off. Rosco rolled his eyes and took the scissors. He combed her curls out and she squealed like a baby.
"Sorry, but you asked for it." He'd have to even it out. "What were you thinking?"
"That it was ugly." She winced.
"Stop looking in the mirror so much." He braided what he could and tucked it under with pins. "Don't do this again."
She gave him a scowl.
He sighed back.
"I don't even want to go to this thing." He told her.
"I don't either. I just want a cheese pizza and watch Glee on TV." She looked so sad.
"I'm recording it." He told her.
She went to get on her tights and boots. Naturally, no one there would be dressed quite as stylish as Charlotte.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
little rollercoasters
Whitney wasn't sure what to think of her new found position in all this chaos with Bella. Again, Bella had been in the hospital. Another false alarm. Whitney had Gib to chase around for the most part. He was a climber and now had a thing for electricity. She had to watch him like a hawk.
True, Kal did what he could, but he was busy with work. She wouldn't dare complain about it, but it was a bit exhausting. Perhaps, she stressed too much.
"Well, he's kind of tiger." Fish had renamed him after Gib bit Whitney.
It came out of no where. Actually. She hadn't expected it. Wasn't this the kind of behavior a kid picked up around other kids? As it was he wasn't even around Jane that much.
"It wasn't that bad," Whitney tried not to make that much about it. But he'd bit her on the shoulder when Kal had decided Gib needed a hair cut and guess who got to hold him? Whitney. She covered up the bruise. And Kal decided maybe Gib could have a mullet, after all. As long as they could keep the hair out of his eyes and his face.
Fish just smiled. He told her they were just second in charge of this operation with Gib. "Maybe things will go much smoother when yours comes along."
"So, you think it'll be different when, you know, its your kid?" Whitney had asked when Fish loaded Gib up to take home so she could have a break.
"I can only hope," he sighed. "You know, how all those compromises get in the way of something potential."
Whitney thought she knew. It wasn't going to change. Not really. This was what it was. Take it or leave it. Make the best of a not really that bad situation. Naturally, Gib wanted her one last time to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. So she took him back, and he wrapped himself around her, not wanting to go.
"Come on Tiger, you know you want to see Mumzy." Fish did his best to get Gib's damp fingers out of her hair. He gave him a pacifier before he slobbered all over her.
"Don't miss him too much now." Fish got him back, knowing this time he had to go. "You know I'll be back with him later."
True, Kal did what he could, but he was busy with work. She wouldn't dare complain about it, but it was a bit exhausting. Perhaps, she stressed too much.
"Well, he's kind of tiger." Fish had renamed him after Gib bit Whitney.
It came out of no where. Actually. She hadn't expected it. Wasn't this the kind of behavior a kid picked up around other kids? As it was he wasn't even around Jane that much.
"It wasn't that bad," Whitney tried not to make that much about it. But he'd bit her on the shoulder when Kal had decided Gib needed a hair cut and guess who got to hold him? Whitney. She covered up the bruise. And Kal decided maybe Gib could have a mullet, after all. As long as they could keep the hair out of his eyes and his face.
Fish just smiled. He told her they were just second in charge of this operation with Gib. "Maybe things will go much smoother when yours comes along."
"So, you think it'll be different when, you know, its your kid?" Whitney had asked when Fish loaded Gib up to take home so she could have a break.
"I can only hope," he sighed. "You know, how all those compromises get in the way of something potential."
Whitney thought she knew. It wasn't going to change. Not really. This was what it was. Take it or leave it. Make the best of a not really that bad situation. Naturally, Gib wanted her one last time to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. So she took him back, and he wrapped himself around her, not wanting to go.
"Come on Tiger, you know you want to see Mumzy." Fish did his best to get Gib's damp fingers out of her hair. He gave him a pacifier before he slobbered all over her.
"Don't miss him too much now." Fish got him back, knowing this time he had to go. "You know I'll be back with him later."
Friday, November 6, 2009
a big pain
Gordy was with the girls at immunizations to get their H1N1 vaccinations. Naturally, he had Rachel to cope with too.
"They'll get the spray, won't they?" She didn't want them to have the shot.
"I dunno." Gordy hadn't thought about it. Naturally, Jane was decked out as if she were going to a tea-party. Lucy was in her tights and dress vest that was more or less an apron over her little pink turtle neck. She made plenty of changes during the day, thanks to Rachel's little masterpieces she'd invented from Gordy's old flannel shirts and jeans.
He had Lucy in his lap while Jane was taking in everyone. Little kids her age. Even babies.
"You have to stay with us. They'll call our name before you know it." Gordy told her. Of course, she wouldn't pay him any mind.
"Come here." He begged. Finally she looked at him. "Are you listening to me?"
"Why are you so mad?" She danced around.
"I'm not. Its just, I need for you to go easy on me." He told her. They called their names and went in for the nose spray.
But then the nurse pulled out a syringe full of the vaccine.
"Who's that for?" Rachel's eyes open wide.
"Its for you." The soured woman said who'd probably been giving shots all day.
Gordy saw Rachel cringe. She closed her eyes tight. It was done so fast, but she screamed in pain, anyway.
"She is a big baby." Jane crossed her arms.
"No, she has a big baby inside her." Lucy corrected.
"Come on, we'll get a happy meal, somewhere." Gordy sighed. He held their hands while they waited for Rachel to make her way out of the clinic. He looked back Rachel and saw the distress on her face as she rubbed her arm. Well, Jane did have a point, thought Gordy, but so did Lucy.
"They'll get the spray, won't they?" She didn't want them to have the shot.
"I dunno." Gordy hadn't thought about it. Naturally, Jane was decked out as if she were going to a tea-party. Lucy was in her tights and dress vest that was more or less an apron over her little pink turtle neck. She made plenty of changes during the day, thanks to Rachel's little masterpieces she'd invented from Gordy's old flannel shirts and jeans.
He had Lucy in his lap while Jane was taking in everyone. Little kids her age. Even babies.
"You have to stay with us. They'll call our name before you know it." Gordy told her. Of course, she wouldn't pay him any mind.
"Come here." He begged. Finally she looked at him. "Are you listening to me?"
"Why are you so mad?" She danced around.
"I'm not. Its just, I need for you to go easy on me." He told her. They called their names and went in for the nose spray.
But then the nurse pulled out a syringe full of the vaccine.
"Who's that for?" Rachel's eyes open wide.
"Its for you." The soured woman said who'd probably been giving shots all day.
Gordy saw Rachel cringe. She closed her eyes tight. It was done so fast, but she screamed in pain, anyway.
"She is a big baby." Jane crossed her arms.
"No, she has a big baby inside her." Lucy corrected.
"Come on, we'll get a happy meal, somewhere." Gordy sighed. He held their hands while they waited for Rachel to make her way out of the clinic. He looked back Rachel and saw the distress on her face as she rubbed her arm. Well, Jane did have a point, thought Gordy, but so did Lucy.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
How did that happen
Thank God it was only mono.
"See." Emily took another pregnancy test to be sure. But as it was the doctor had told her she just needed lots of fluids and rest.
"I wonder how that happened?" Archie looked at the stick in their bathroom and tossed it in the trash.
"Who knows how it happened." Emily looked at him wide eyed. "I'm around sick people all the time. So are you."
He sighed with a nod.
"But I don't think you should sleep with me." She looked at him seriously. She was in her flannel PJs already.
"What?" He winced. "What for?"
"Because, I don't want to get you sick." She shrugged.
"No, no...I don't think that's it all. You just want the bed all to yourself." He went and snatched his pillow and a blanket off the bed. Now it looked so naked where he might sleep.
Well, she could deal. She felt miserable and she was ill.
"How long do I have to do this!" He yelled from downstairs.
"3 weeks!" She yelled back.
It was awful quiet then. Almost unnerving, she thought. Emily got under the covers and hugged a pillow. It didn't feel right. She was used to his weight on the other side of the bed. His body heat. He was satisfyingly so warm. But she couldn't conjure it up even if she tried.
She got her pillow then and went down stairs where he was on the futon. Emily snuggled up next to him under the covers. He was only in his briefs.
"This is lovely, just lovely." Archie muttered almost half asleep. Emily just smiled.
"See." Emily took another pregnancy test to be sure. But as it was the doctor had told her she just needed lots of fluids and rest.
"I wonder how that happened?" Archie looked at the stick in their bathroom and tossed it in the trash.
"Who knows how it happened." Emily looked at him wide eyed. "I'm around sick people all the time. So are you."
He sighed with a nod.
"But I don't think you should sleep with me." She looked at him seriously. She was in her flannel PJs already.
"What?" He winced. "What for?"
"Because, I don't want to get you sick." She shrugged.
"No, no...I don't think that's it all. You just want the bed all to yourself." He went and snatched his pillow and a blanket off the bed. Now it looked so naked where he might sleep.
Well, she could deal. She felt miserable and she was ill.
"How long do I have to do this!" He yelled from downstairs.
"3 weeks!" She yelled back.
It was awful quiet then. Almost unnerving, she thought. Emily got under the covers and hugged a pillow. It didn't feel right. She was used to his weight on the other side of the bed. His body heat. He was satisfyingly so warm. But she couldn't conjure it up even if she tried.
She got her pillow then and went down stairs where he was on the futon. Emily snuggled up next to him under the covers. He was only in his briefs.
"This is lovely, just lovely." Archie muttered almost half asleep. Emily just smiled.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
anything else
Bella wasn't sure which days she was counting. The days she'd been in bed or the days it would be til her due date. And then there were the days to Gib's birthday.
"Well, I don't know why you worry about all this stuff." Naturally, Emily was no help. She could tell her sister had other things to do than hang out with her.
"I've let Gib down." She felt so weak, and yet she thought for sure she could do flips off the bed if given a chance. If she could just do a little yoga, it would help. She was sure of it. As if was, people were always taking her blood pressure then her blood sugar. "What if I have this baby on Gib's birthday? How awful is that?"
"I dunno." Emily looked tired. "Its not that awful." She sat there in a fluffy chair someone had dropped off. Bella supposed it was Parker because he wanted something comfy for her Mom to sit in.
"OH MY GOD." Bella sat up and really looked at Emily then. "You're pregnant or you either have the flu."
"I am not pregnant." Emily laughed at her sister. "Seriously!"
"There is a First Response in the bathroom cabinet. Go, take it. Or check your temperature." Bella pointed to the bathroom.
"I'm just tired. That's all." Emily sighed. "I'm on my feet all day. And that friend of Mom's has me coming in on Mondays when I don't work, to this Salon he's starting. Really, I'm fine."
"Go! Just go! And do it, all right." Bella insisted.
"All right." Emily yawned. "This has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever done."
"Well, I don't know why you worry about all this stuff." Naturally, Emily was no help. She could tell her sister had other things to do than hang out with her.
"I've let Gib down." She felt so weak, and yet she thought for sure she could do flips off the bed if given a chance. If she could just do a little yoga, it would help. She was sure of it. As if was, people were always taking her blood pressure then her blood sugar. "What if I have this baby on Gib's birthday? How awful is that?"
"I dunno." Emily looked tired. "Its not that awful." She sat there in a fluffy chair someone had dropped off. Bella supposed it was Parker because he wanted something comfy for her Mom to sit in.
"OH MY GOD." Bella sat up and really looked at Emily then. "You're pregnant or you either have the flu."
"I am not pregnant." Emily laughed at her sister. "Seriously!"
"There is a First Response in the bathroom cabinet. Go, take it. Or check your temperature." Bella pointed to the bathroom.
"I'm just tired. That's all." Emily sighed. "I'm on my feet all day. And that friend of Mom's has me coming in on Mondays when I don't work, to this Salon he's starting. Really, I'm fine."
"Go! Just go! And do it, all right." Bella insisted.
"All right." Emily yawned. "This has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever done."
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