The Peanut Chronicles

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Today.

I love my job. I love it love it love it. What I DON’T love about it is Nut not being near. Yeah. I know. Sappy.

Today I met my clients for two families. One of the little girls (she’s about 10) wrote a song about her birth family and what it was like for them to leave her. I thought, it being a ten year old and all that it would be mostly silly rhymes and other little things to a tune that was already known. I was wrong. So wrong. She pulled a guitar out of her room and sang me a song in a voice that was so astoundingly clear and beautiful that I wondered why she didn’t have some sort of contract. And the song? Amazing and haunting with words I thought ten year old would never know.

Sidebar: I asked how she learned those words. The last thing her gma gave her was a thesaurus before disappearing.

I was truly amazed at the precocious young lady. It’s a shame that she has no siblings that she can share her writings with. She also told me she writes poetry and uses it as an out let for her emotions. Seriously, it was amazing.

As we wrapped up our meeting she turns on me and says, “Is it true that you know sign language?” I told her it was true. She got all giggly and started to talk really fast about how she knows the alphabet and learned it in kindergarten and “can you teach me more so I can have a secret code with my friend Nicole?”

It was cute.

Last night the Bear and I took little Peanut to his first Baseball game. I am disillusioned with baseball because of the steroid scandals. My grandfather was disillusioned over the strike a few years back. He was also pissed at the “thrown” World Series in the early part of the last century (yes, he was old). I think that I am thinking about him a lot because his birthday is tomorrow. I certainly miss him and I think he would have really liked to have taken his namesake to see “his boys” play, even if we did lose (by one frigging point!!!) Nut was asleep when we got there but woke up when the crowd cheered for the first hit. We sat in the left field flay ball area. Great seats. Nut opened his eyes at the sound of the cheering and looked around all excited. He watched the score board the most and we got great pictures. He is sitting on his own now and kept trying to reach for me and Bear’s garlic fries. It was really cute.

I am going to bed. I am exhausted.

I am also super excited because I am going out with some really good friends of mine to Metropolis on Tuesday night. Oh yes, partying like rock stars. Hahahahaha…. Riiiight.

Oh yes, and some how all my links got erased. If you read this and I don’t have you linked, leave a comment so I can find your site again please!!!!

1 Comments:

Mamacita Tina said...: Ian cried anytime there was applause at his first baseball game. Poor guy. 20+ months later, he loves going. He even occasionally asks, "Go to baseball game today?"

Nut is changing fast! Laurel's become a solid sitter, I don't even worry about her falling over anymore. Working on crawling.; 5:28 AM