Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Georgia On My Mind

I got an email from a friend asking for a Georgia update. And she wanted the update via a blog entry. With a picture. So here it goes....

She's 5 months old now. And she's awfully cute. And really attached to my kids. And visa versa.

When my husband takes the kids to the bus in the morning, Georgia hollers at the top of her lungs. She doesn't bark like a puppy, she screams like a kid. Most mornings I put her on a leash and she follows the car, carrying on like a complete lunatic. And if I'm not ready for a morning walk, she stands at the back door wailing like a banshee. It's a bit unnerving.

This morning I drove the kids to the bus and decided to throw Georgia in the car. She was delighted to be included and seemed fine when the kids hopped out and boarded the bus. But as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, all hell broke loose. I am pretty sure that one of my eardrums is permanently damaged.

I serve as Georgia's voice since Georgia cannot speak for herself. I know exactly what she will say in any given situation, so I provide commentary on her behalf. Georgia speaks very fast (think stream-of-consciousness) and her voice is unusally high (think Alvin the Chipmunk). Each and every morning when she greets the kids (think jumps all over them) I put words to her actions ("oh-my-god-where-have-you-been-I-totally-freaking-missed-you-it's-been-like-2-years-since-I-last-saw-you-and-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-I-can't-stop-jumping-all-over-you-and-biting-the-crap-out-of-you-because-I-love-you-and-I-need-to-get-closer-to-you-I-need-to-literally-be-in-your-face-I-need-to-bite-your-face-oh-my-god"). But when Georgia screams at the top of her lungs like she did in the car, I am too busy being the voice of reason to be the voice of Georgia.

Yesterday I was at my daughter's swim meet when my son came down with one of his migraines. He usually vomits, passes out for a couple of hours and when he awakes, he's as good as new. But yesterday's episode was pretty bad. I tucked him in around 5:00 pm and he slept through dinner, slept through his bed time, slept through my bed time and finally appeared at my bedside at 1:00 am scaring the bejesus out of me. He wanted to know if his sister was home from the swim meet. Um, sweetie, it's 1:00 am, so, yes, yes she is. He wanted to know if he missed Monday Night Football. Um, again, it's 1:00 am, so, yes, I'm afraid you did. And lastly, he wanted to know if Georgia missed him. Absolutely. In fact, I bet you anything she makes a fuss over you in the morning. And with that, I put him back to bed knowing full well that Georgia would not disappoint.