Wednesday, February 15, 2006
The weight of the world
Weighty issues trouble our 2 year old.
That's not just a unique camera perspective. That little brow ridge really is jutting out about 6 inches, and that brow really is furrowed. It's a common expression for her.
She's a walking incarnation of one of her grandfather's favorite songs:
Doom, despair, and agony on me,
Deep dark depression, incessant misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all,
Doom, despair, and agony on me
A common scene is one of the parents rocking this little explosion of pathos back and forth, and trying to sing over the screaming
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
[Kid 2] is touched in the heaaaaaaaadski!
But before anyone concludes that life is all yucky black licorice and no sunshine for this kid, take heart. All is not lost. A hefty chunk of time is regularly spent not being a spleen venting paroxysmal volcano of grief. In fact, some of it is rather pleasant.
That's not just a unique camera perspective. That little brow ridge really is jutting out about 6 inches, and that brow really is furrowed. It's a common expression for her.
She's a walking incarnation of one of her grandfather's favorite songs:
Doom, despair, and agony on me,
Deep dark depression, incessant misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all,
Doom, despair, and agony on me
A common scene is one of the parents rocking this little explosion of pathos back and forth, and trying to sing over the screaming
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
Oh dear! What can the matter be!
[Kid 2] is touched in the heaaaaaaaadski!
But before anyone concludes that life is all yucky black licorice and no sunshine for this kid, take heart. All is not lost. A hefty chunk of time is regularly spent not being a spleen venting paroxysmal volcano of grief. In fact, some of it is rather pleasant.
# posted by TheObiBlog : 12:18 PM
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