Lets Go Kiddo

Before we started this adventure, while living in California, we had a term for Kiddo.   It was DB, Diaper Babe.   It seemed that as soon as Kiddo could stand, she was trying to get out of her clothing or jammies.   About half the mornings when we’d go to collect her from her crib, she’d have one arm out and as she got older we’d walk into see DB just waiting on us. Then, she got older and DB became UB, Undie Babe.  It’s always been her natural state, we think.  In CA, she’d get home from Miss Mabel’s and want to strip down to her undies, charging around the house at 3 and 4 years old in undies and a fluff.  That’s her other thing, fluffs.  Anything that is fluffy and soft she loves and will wear those sweatshirts or pullovers…. With just Undies.  Her natural state.  Even in BKK, Beer would leave or on weekends, we’d come back from the pool or just being out and J and I would hear, “Can I be an Indie Babe?”  When she got cold, she’d wra...

Yesterday, J and Kiddo headed into town together.  J needed to pick up her med refill and they wanted a girls day, so I was left alone.  No worries, as I had some emails and the like to catch up on, but I was also making a grilled pork loin with crispy air fryer potatoes, with roasted carrots and onions and I was also doing asparagus for J and myself and cuncumbers for the Kiddo.  For me, it was a good day.  I caught up on stuff, got to watch a little college football, only had to make myself lunch, read a bit (Richard Russo’s Empire Falls for the curious), and did the dinner prep while jamming to tunes.  I mean, all in all, that’s a pretty cool day. J and Kiddo headed out on the Metro and I got some updates.  First, they got bagels.  I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous of that, but when I picked up my own meds two weeks ago, I got bagels on a solo mission, so I can’t complain overmuch.  Not only was Kiddo chatty as al get out (from what I was tol...