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thedarksiren2The chicken-with-fur took the drive well.
She just put her head down and tried to ignore the motion sickness, leaving me to wonder if they have medicine for dogs' motion-sickness the way they do birth control for kitties.
When Leahbug got dropped off by her father (I use that term VERY loosely, mind you) she played shy-child with me for a good hour. This is our usual ritual of visiting - she's shy, her arm up over her eyes so that I cannot see her.
Then she warms up, realizing I won't pay anymore attention, and goes to talk to gramma, who asks her something I cannot hear.
"Jay's not here dough," she tells my mother.
My mom tells her she should visit with me, and ask me why.
She does, and we're friends again. We're such good friends in fact, that she shares her roll-on body glitter (blue and purple, to match my hair!~8) with me and no one else.
Five minutes later, my tattoos are covered in the shtuff, flowery-smelly and sticky. She rolls them up and down her fingers, and asks me if I will help her do her other hand. I oblige, being the fun auntie that I am, and she goes running upstairs to show![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laneybee and my sister.
My sister about has a cow, and tells her to wash her hands. Leah whines, and asks me if she has to. I tell her if mommy said so - she yells at her mommy, "I like Dawn Dawn better than you!!!" and goes off to wash her hands.
The Leahbug came down to the basement to tell me to quit playing on the 'puter. I told her to give me a second. She said, "Ok Dawn-Dawn. I'll be right BACK!" and she went running up the stairs the way only four year old children can.
She was on her way back down to see me and said, "Now you hafta close your EYEZZZ!!!"
And I did.
And she fed me a raw scallion, telling me it was a green bean.
I love my niece. LOTS!
And as much as I like onions, she's the only person who could feed me a raw scallion and not hear my wrath for it.
Later, she comes running down to play tug-o-Dawn.
Her hands intertwine with mine, and she pulls backwards, then pushes forward, yelling, "UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN!"
We're both giggling like mad, she begins to hiccup.
I mimic her, and she's thrilled that her auntie Dawn Dawn has the hiccups too, and can have them whenever she wants to!
Eventually she got annoyed, asking why I could get rid of mine and she couldn't. I told her she scared me with all her noise.
She went into crazed giggling again, and proceeded to roar at me from behind the rolling chair for the next ten minutes.
My throat is sore from roaring back, and pretend hiccuping, and my eyes are tired from being out too late, and all the smoke and dust of my family's home.
But I'm in love with them all.
I adore every inch of them, even the ones who drive me bonkers.
I think I'll linger in this sweetness a moment longer, and then the chicken-with-fur can have a potty-break.
She just put her head down and tried to ignore the motion sickness, leaving me to wonder if they have medicine for dogs' motion-sickness the way they do birth control for kitties.
When Leahbug got dropped off by her father (I use that term VERY loosely, mind you) she played shy-child with me for a good hour. This is our usual ritual of visiting - she's shy, her arm up over her eyes so that I cannot see her.
Then she warms up, realizing I won't pay anymore attention, and goes to talk to gramma, who asks her something I cannot hear.
"Jay's not here dough," she tells my mother.
My mom tells her she should visit with me, and ask me why.
She does, and we're friends again. We're such good friends in fact, that she shares her roll-on body glitter (blue and purple, to match my hair!~8) with me and no one else.
Five minutes later, my tattoos are covered in the shtuff, flowery-smelly and sticky. She rolls them up and down her fingers, and asks me if I will help her do her other hand. I oblige, being the fun auntie that I am, and she goes running upstairs to show
laneybee and my sister.My sister about has a cow, and tells her to wash her hands. Leah whines, and asks me if she has to. I tell her if mommy said so - she yells at her mommy, "I like Dawn Dawn better than you!!!" and goes off to wash her hands.
The Leahbug came down to the basement to tell me to quit playing on the 'puter. I told her to give me a second. She said, "Ok Dawn-Dawn. I'll be right BACK!" and she went running up the stairs the way only four year old children can.
She was on her way back down to see me and said, "Now you hafta close your EYEZZZ!!!"
And I did.
And she fed me a raw scallion, telling me it was a green bean.
I love my niece. LOTS!
And as much as I like onions, she's the only person who could feed me a raw scallion and not hear my wrath for it.
Later, she comes running down to play tug-o-Dawn.
Her hands intertwine with mine, and she pulls backwards, then pushes forward, yelling, "UP! DOWN! UP! DOWN!"
We're both giggling like mad, she begins to hiccup.
I mimic her, and she's thrilled that her auntie Dawn Dawn has the hiccups too, and can have them whenever she wants to!
Eventually she got annoyed, asking why I could get rid of mine and she couldn't. I told her she scared me with all her noise.
She went into crazed giggling again, and proceeded to roar at me from behind the rolling chair for the next ten minutes.
My throat is sore from roaring back, and pretend hiccuping, and my eyes are tired from being out too late, and all the smoke and dust of my family's home.
But I'm in love with them all.
I adore every inch of them, even the ones who drive me bonkers.
I think I'll linger in this sweetness a moment longer, and then the chicken-with-fur can have a potty-break.
