Thanks Damon

After my last post regarding the young Miss Tiny, my brother wrote me possibly the most intelligent, eloquent, supportive e-mail I've ever received. From him. He gave me some props for getting my priorities straight and some very insightful and helpful advice with respect to Madeleine. Today she's been a different child, making small talk with the UPS guy, hunting for bugs and drawing endless pages of trail maps. Part of the problem, as Damon pointed out, is that she needs an extra special amount of intellectual stimulation. She knows how to read and write, having learned when she was 3, and blocks and puzzles just aren't cutting it. I bought her some styrofoam and a box and today she's started a Mean Bug Collection. No flies (they're my pets!), ladybugs (pssht - Mo-om!) or other non-biting, non-stinging bugs allowed. She and Jim inspected each one this evening under his microscope and are now classifying them according to their scientific names. She's also named them according to the elaborate pretend family, of which they are all members.

And, on an entirely different gloating note, I heard the song Crazy this afternoon and immediately started bobbin my head. "Good stuff," I said to myself. When the DJ said the artist was Gnarls Barkley, my first thought was "That can't be right - it sounded just like Cee Lo." And guys, you know WHAT?? It WAS Cee Lo - teamed up with DJ Danger Mouse. Ain't that sumthin? If you've ever been inclined to dismiss my knowledge of what's fuckin' up, let me tell you, beeyatch - STEP OFF! Now, I've got to catch up on why Wasp Mommy left Baby Black and Yellow Hornet with Hairy Spider Babysitter, because that bug drama is the shizit.