I love Megan. She’s like a little explosive device. Or a severe weather pattern. A beautiful calm (before the storm). Then the storm. Big storm. Blessed calm again (and time to clean up storm damage). Then Hurricane Megan is back. She screams, flails and throws. She’s very fast (that part I’m kind of proud of). Her little hands can grab, push, slap, hurl and swat things in a blur. She lays waste to everything within reach. All because we gave her oatmeal instead of waffles. I know, Megan, you want waffles and you don’t understand grocery lists and trips to the store, how items must be purchased and brought home and prepared. And, alas, sometimes we run out of what we want! Especially those things we over consume, like wine (which Mommy drinks a lot of when you act like this) and waffles (the only thing you will eat this week, Megan) and now your milk cup is bouncing off the floor and I hear Velcro separating because you’re ripping off your bib which you will fling into the air momentarily. Here’s a high level view of Megan’s attitude cycle, her daily thought process. “Life is wonderful. Life is unbearable. Life is wonderful. Life is unbearable. Love. Fury. Love. Fury.” And so forth. It kind of goes like that.
Michael asked me this last night, “Daddy, if there is danger, does a mommy Orca protect her baby Orca from danger.” Yes. “Does the mommy Orca eat the danger?” Yeah, I suppose she could if she wanted. Orcas are the biggest predators in the ocean, other than Sperm Whales (which, Michael tells me, will dive deep and eat a big squid once in a while). Orcas will eat sharks, bears, other whales, etc. I wish I was so tough I could 'eat the danger' like that!
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