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November 11, 2002

Insects Unite Over the weekend

Insects Unite

Over the weekend Bug and Ngnat finally got to spend some time together. The introductions went well and being that Ngnat had the home court advantage, Bug decided to be shy for a while, taking that time to absorb her surroundings. Walking into Bigwig's place I was struck (as Bigwig later mentioned as well) at how much our lives had changed. Gone were the dungeon-like apartments and the ever present smell of day old beer. Gone were the mornings of waking up worried about how badly our heads were going to ache. We weren't getting together this time to drink obscene amounts of alcohol (although we did at least taste it) or stay up all night, instead getting together to let our "Under 3 Crowd" get to know each other………….so maybe they could grow up to hang out and drink together all the time. Remember, this is our blog, not our wives'.

Upon entering, the supply of "new" toys for the Bug was too much to ignore, and it was not long before she was putting together puzzles, dancing to the Wiggles, and cutting vegetables. The best part of the night was that they seemed to get along so well. No matter how well children behave, it is normal for one child to be upset at having a stranger come and take her toys while the other hurries to collect all that she can. This just didn't happen. Bug and Ngnat played very well together, but didn't quite form a strong relationship early in the evening.

We shared a meal together with the children happy to clear off the first plate in order to get a bowl of ice cream. All else pales in comparison to the mighty ice cream. Then a bond began to form. It wasn't over a goal accomplished, or a plan that came to be realized, it came in the form of a cat. Somehow the girls decided to chase the cat…..together.

"Dere he iz, da-da," Bug would say.

"Here he iz," Ngnat would exclaim.

The cat was, of course, panic stricken (although she had obviously had this happen before). Bigwig manned the stairs to make sure the feline couldn't take the easy way out and escape up the stairs. They screamed, chased the cat, lost it, found it, and chased it some more. The chase ended when the cat ran to stairs once more, still finding Bigwig blocking its path, but it had had enough. The cat eyed him and then made a break for it, running up the stairs, jumping off the railing and kicking again off Bigwig's face, twirling once in the air and landing again directly on his face before kicking off and finishing its run up the stairs. Had I not been a little worried that his eye was about to fall out I might have peed in my pants (not the best example for children you are trying to potty train).

I was waiting for blood to rush out of Bigwig's eyes and scalp, when he said, "She's de-clawed." Well, thank God, because if she hadn't been he would have been de-faced. My God, it would have been ugly.

The kids laughed and enjoyed the rest of the night playing together and pulling our lazy tails off the couch to follow them wherever they wanted to go. We pulled toys out in every room in the house, and the kids seemed to love it.

We said our goodbyes, went to our own place (people who blog together don't necessarily live together) and put the Bug in the bed.

She looked up and said, "Where's kit-TEE, da-da?"

No doubt her legs were kicking in the night because she and Ngnat were still chasing that cat in her dreams.

Posted by Woundwort at November 11, 2002 02:09 PM | TrackBack
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