My Bottom Burped

April 9, 2001     Julia is 11 1/2 months old

At this moment, 12:12 p.m., you have just changed out of your clothes into one of your swimsuits. Lark and Trina are stretching to an exercise video (home school p.e.) and you are prancing around in your suit playing with your yellow ball. Your hair is uncombed. You finished your breakfast about an hour and a half ago (a brownie smothered in milk). You did not drink your half glass of milk.

This morning you told me "the house is crying again". We had snow yesterday and today it is melting and dripping off the eves.

Much later: it is 1:08 a.m. You wanted to watch a movie with me so after all your sisters went to bed you sat on my lap and watched "The Story of Adele H" (spoken in french with english subtitles) with me. No matter. We were together. I look down at your face. You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful.

Earlier I said, "You farted". And you said, "No I didn't. My bottom burped". You are such a tease.