April 08, 2013
Out of house and home
The only thing scarier than a hungry Charonte toddler has to be Tory when she's pregnant. Danger and Alexion are threatening to move out until she's delivered the baby, which is about any time now. Even Bas is starting to guard his Cheerios. He handed his bowl to me tonight. "Daddy, protect." Sad when he knows I'm the only one in the house who won't sneak a handful. But he's also extremely excited at the thought of having his own sibling to play with. While he enjoys cousin Mia and Kyrian's sons Alex and NJ, he's ready for a playmate who doesn't have to go home eventually. I keep telling him that Simi doesn't leave, but he wants someone to play with you doesn't burp fireballs. Can't blame him for that really.
Urian is out on an emergency Chunky Monkey run. I wish they sold that stuff in larger containers while I stay here and guard the mighty Cheerios. I promised Bas I wouldn't take my hand off them until morning. I might lose my hand, but I will try.
Pax
October 11, 2012
Why is October so scary?
This has always been an intense time of the year when the worst crap seems to come knocking on my door. But today...
It's even scarier than normal. So there I was, playing and singing softly to Bas while he napped on the floor with Simi. He's started sleeping like her, with his feet straight up the wall and his head usually hanging over the edge. Today he had his legs up on hers with his head hanging off her stomach while she snored softly.
Sota left right after her last class to see the doctor. She hasn't felt well for the last couple of weeks. She's been pale and tired which always worries me. So I knew when I heard the front door open that it was her coming in.
I'd just set my guitar aside when she appeared behind me. Before I could get up, she put something in my face. It took a second before I realized what it was and about three more before I had total cognition.
Smiling, she whispered in my ear, "Congrats, Achimou, you have another smurflet on the way."
That's probably the closest I've ever come to wetting my pants in my life. Forget battle. We have another baby on the way. I'm still shell shocked. Tory is handling it well. But I want to know how someone can be so scared and thrilled at the same time. Thrilled with the thought of a baby. Terrified at the prospect of her going through childbirth again. While I know she's mostly immortal, I'm also well aware of the things that no immortal can survive.
All in all, though, I can't wait to meet the newest addition to our home.
March 27, 2012
These are the moments…
When you look at your son and think, how is my boy supposed to grow up with any kind of self-esteem when his mom dresses him like this?
Tory, we really need to talk about this. I'm still cringing over the outfit she picked out for the Easter Egg Hunt. Maybe I should grab a bottle of BBQ sauce and let Simi have at the wardrobe.
Or at least the photos so that Bas won't have to be tortured by them when he's older. Makes me really glad I seriously predate photography.
Just saying...
February 22, 2012
Laissez les bon temps rouler…
One thing I really miss is the Cajun squeal Nick always made on Mardi Gras. It's one of those sounds that goes down your spine like a shredder. The kind that wakes the dead and takes a few centuries off my life. Weird how you can miss something that obnoxious, isn't it?
And this year was Bas's first Mardi Gras. Tor went a little overboard with it and he wasn't exactly happy with her choice of wardrobe for him.
But once the beads started coming, he became an instant fan, especially when Simi started feeding him bbq covered beignets. While I'm getting more used to food, still haven't quite developed a taste for that specific delicacy.
King Cake, however, is another matter. That was tasty and no one makes a better one than my Soteria. Simi found the baby and then quickly ate it, saying it was the only baby I'd let her ingest.
After dinner, I safely tucked them into Sanctuary and then went hunting. Always a busy time. This year, no exception. The Daimons were out in force and kept us busy. A little trouble with the Dogs. A couple were distracted by the locals and one ended up...
Well, Virgil comes in handy from time to time.
July 08, 2011
The Joy Of Food?
This whole concept of eating is still relatively new to me. Thanks to Tory, I've discovered some of the greatest creations of all time, and I now understand why Kyrian was willing to risk Amanda's wrath over beignets.
Today, I discovered the downside. Tory was sleeping late which is extremely unusual for her. I decided to be nice and quiet in the kitchen. I started to make breakfast when it dawned on me that I don't cook. I just watch Tory cook, which she does while singing off-key and dancing around the kitchen barefoot. Why do I find that so sexy?
Anyway, since I've only been eating a short time, it was never anything I had to worry about. So I summoned Simi.
If anyone knows food, it's my girl.
My girl doesn't cook either. She just eats like a horse with a busted hypothalamus. And she thought I'd lost my mind for even asking her such "a ridiculously akri-esque" question.
"Well, akri, do what the Simi do whenever she really, really hungry and there's nothing around that akri won't fuss if I eat, and Alexion is off making strange noises with Danger. Make some cereal... The Simi tried to make toast once. Akri don't want to do that. Not even BBQ sauce can save burnt toast or burnt popcorn. But the Simi digresses. Eat some cereal... with milk. Again, not tasty with BBQ sauce. Not sure why, but trust me on this."
So I thanked her and went to the pantry where I made the startling discovery that Tory really likes cereal. A lot. I didn't even know there were that many flavors. Nor did I know that she had a reason for some of them.
That was an unhappy discovery. I poured a bowl of high fiber something. It wasn't bad. Not as good as some of the others, but I ate a couple of bowls with some cut up bananas... until my stomach started protesting.
Yeah... that's the last time I eat without Tory's guidance. Those things should come with a warning label. BM in a bowl. The only thing that was good about it... Tory still laughs every time I go near a bowl of any kind. I love to hear her laugh. So I guess it was worth it. And in the end, I learned a valuable lesson.
You're never too old to do something incredibly stupid.
