December 30, 2015
Selah June is really trying to communicate in sentences. She rambles on and on, and then you hear “puppy” or “cracker.” It’s really cute.
Yesterday, we ventured out of the house and got lunch downtown. SJ really liked being around the people eating at tables all around us. I really liked her being strapped down between Mom and Jeremy with lots of entertainment. My chicken salad was pretty good too. In the middle of shoveling food into my face, I caught a waving hand right above SJ’s head across the table from me. There was Jay Clune…. the famed Interim Assistant Vice Provost of Academic Affairs (otherwise known by me as “The Ginger”). He didn’t look like himself – in his LSU shirt and blue jeans with scruffy ginger hair and five-o’clock shadow. And I sooooo didn’t look like myself – with no makeup or hair did, in ratty old jeans and sneakers. I’m sure I had a glazed look on my face. Before I knew what had happened, he and his wife, Allison, were at our table to shake hands with everybody and talk about the Christmas holiday season. SJ took an instantaneous liking to The Ginger. She is a shameless flirt. She spent the rest of lunch contorting her little body around the highchair to see Jay and play “boo” with him. They started pointing at each other, and SJ let out little giggles and squeals of delight. Jay is smitten by her, of course.
We’ve been spending a lot of time inside the house. It’s been a good test for her Christmas presents. Which one is her favorite? The stolen fishbowl game from Mom’s house that doesn’t even belong to us. She plays it incessantly. It involves putting plastic fish (made like coins) into the slot in the top of the fishbowl (like it’s a piggy bank). Come to think of it, she would really like a piggy bank. Wow! Sometimes you really do have ideas while rambling. Anyway, she’s addicted to this little toy. It’s her very own version of candy crush. When she gets tired, she gets frustrated with it. The fish have to be facing forward in order for them to fit into the slot. She hasn’t made the connection that the eyes have to be looking at you. So, when she’s tired and she rams the fish into the slot and it doesn’t work, she picks up the whole bowl and throws it as hard as she can on the floor. Needless to say, we have our own fishy game coming to the house via Amazon Prime. It’s only a matter of time before there is a casualty. You can see the wounded warrior in the background.
