I am a sad case today, because I am weepy from the cuteness, and all, "I remember when he/she was born!" And TCLGITW is like a young lady at this point.

IOCN, I met Kara and Aidan this weekend, and they were cute. Possibly outcuted by the river otter, but I am well known for my susceptibility to the otter kind. But then, the otter didn't put its hand trustingly in mine or play with my daughter.

the otter didn't put its hand trustingly in mine or play with my daughter.

I think we've finally isolated the exact moment of fatal cute explosion.

the otter didn't put its hand trustingly in mine

As well they didn't! Because then you'd have to steal them and take them home and find clams for them to float on their back and open.

Aidan and Kara don't do the clam thing, so they're easier to steal.

Though I'm sure they'd pick it up quickly if you showed it to them.

ita! That craxy lioness you linked to? I actually watched the National Geographic Wild Kingdom on her and the first oryx. It was so heartbreaking when that bastard male lion got the first one.

It was so heartbreaking when that bastard male lion got the first one.

I wonder if she'll ever learn futility.

nothing that wasn't fixable with actual talking and nothing that wasn't normal

Oh, that's good to read. Those first few weeks - from the perspective of an outsider - can be so rough.

she loves and is really thriving at

That's wonderful! MY friend who gave birth just before you has a nanny for her son, and she says that she's so happy when she sees how her baby is overjoyed at seeing his nanny, it makes her easier to leave him there every day.

I love being a mommy

It seems like you're doing a good job at it, too.

MM is wrapped around her finger so tight, NASA should study it.

Snerk.

My friend is good, though in deep lack of sleep. Her son simply doesn't like to sleep. He's awake for most of the day, and wants to not just eat but also play at night, as well. She wanted to stay at home with him longer than the 12 weeks of maternity leave, but since she lost so much work when she had to be in bed rest before she gave birth, she had to give that up. I don't get to see either of them nearly enough, though. Weekend before last I was staying with her (her husband had to be away on work), and I just wouldn't let her to hold him for anything other than breastfeeding. She, of course, appreciated the extra minutes of sleep, so both sides felt like they got the better end of the bargain.

Also, NILLY! Not here. Working. But wanted to say hi.

(Kristin, don't tell anybody, but right now I'm actually preparing a lesson for tomorrow regarding dynamics in special relativity. Or debugging a simulation. Or possibly both, which may account for some really strange simulation. But definitely not here. Ahem).

Hope things are a little less rough on you than how they were when you posted in "Beep Me'. I don't think I've posted with you since.

I wonder if she'll ever learn futility.

Maybe, but I hope not. The show also focused on the people that lived there and how the lioness has now become a part of their storytelling tradition. (I didn't read the link - I just saw the subject so if the article covers this, sorry.) They believe that she's barren but God has given her a way to be a mother.

From upthread:

Every time you mention Franny, it makes me smile.

Me, too! I have an Aunt Franny (about 60 years old), who's one of the coolest ladies ever, so seeing her name pop up here makes me happy.

I had a fun kid encounter on Sunday, too--my stepbrother's daughters (Kylee, 7 y.o., and Kari, 4 1/2 y.o.) seemed to be thrilled to have someone new to play with, so they stuck to my side the whole day. I told them about my cat, so we played kitty and owner while they chased each other around the pool table, meowing at full volume. Then, we pulled out their rather large bankroll that they got from the Easter egg hunt (my stepmom hides about 80 eggs in the backyard and everyone redeems them for varying amounts of cash, from a quarter to $25 depending on the egg color), and we played bank. I was able to get the older one thinking mathematically while we counted out money, subtracting and adding various denominations together. Then, we topped it off with writing (names and ages), and I drew a picture of my cat for them.

Oh, and while Kari and I played house, I managed to threaten her toy house with a giant stuffed Simba--almost as good as Godzilla!