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Duncan took off for work/camp all summer this morning. Sigh. He was so grown up and handsome and I miss him already. I teased him about leaving me, and he remarked that I was the one who was leaving. Right, on the nose.
I was holding Jack and playing with him while Jen was packing stuff in the kitchen, and he reached over and grabbed for one of my paperweights -- a huge tarantula in acrylic. Bought years ago in the hope that being able to hold and look closely would help all of us -- Jen, Duncan, me -- get rid of more of our fear of spiders.
Of course, the baby put the thing straight in his mouth (usually I keep this one in the drawer, to keep the kitty fur off the felt on the bottom). Bryan called into the kitchen, "Hey, Jen, your mom's letting Jack eat a spider!"
You should have heard the shriek!
I was holding Jack and playing with him while Jen was packing stuff in the kitchen, and he reached over and grabbed for one of my paperweights -- a huge tarantula in acrylic. Bought years ago in the hope that being able to hold and look closely would help all of us -- Jen, Duncan, me -- get rid of more of our fear of spiders.
Of course, the baby put the thing straight in his mouth (usually I keep this one in the drawer, to keep the kitty fur off the felt on the bottom). Bryan called into the kitchen, "Hey, Jen, your mom's letting Jack eat a spider!"
You should have heard the shriek!