Just in case you didn't know that, you do now. I will be working 12 hour shifts at work this week, so reviews will be scant, if any at all. Working 12 hours and getting 8 hours (hopefully) of sleep in, doesn't leave much personal time. I wasn't going to work that much this week, but then my mind got to thinking about that 16 hours of overtime. I am off Friday to hopefully go see the new After Dark Films. That will make a nice check next week. Since I don't know when I will be asked to work overtime again (it is slightly frowned upon), I figured too that I had better get it while the getting was good. Since I am in a writing mood of late though, I wanted to share something with everyone.
Many of you know that I love horror movies where kids get killed in them. I'm not talking about teenaged kids either. I'm talking about the younger ones. Since it is only a movie, I'm not offended by a kid getting killed. I have been told that will change when I have kids of my own, but honestly, I don't see that happening. I always argue that since kids are killed in the real world, why do we rarely see it in movie worlds? Since I have no kids of my own, I guess I will have to wait and see if my mind changes about this. Unlike some of my friends, the clock inside me that many describe as motherhood has yet to go off. I like kids, but I don't at the same time. They like me, and I don't mind playing with them from time to time. But I'm damn glad they go their own way after.
All this brings me to the story I wanted to share, which explains why I'm special. A good friend of mine has a much older brother, who now has two kids of his own. Both are girls. The oldest is somewhere between the ages of two and three, while the youngest is just over a year old. I have been to my friend's house many times when the kids were there. The youngest took to me right away, always smiling and laughing at me. The oldest took a little more time though. She would follow me around, but if I tried talking to her then she would get all bashful and walk away from me. I don't know what broke the ice, so to speak, but now she won't leave me alone when we are both there. When I went over there this last weekend, the oldest was there. When I walked in my friend asked her "who is that"? She smiled and said my name and then ran over and hugged my legs before I could take a few steps into the house. I basically ended up helping my friend babysit her niece for a few hours.
I have to say that I did have fun, even if my friend's niece wouldn't leave me alone the entire time. I'm not sure how it got started, but I started chasing her through the house and tickling her. Since she isn't very tall, a little short for someone her age I think, she of course doesn't run very fast. Still though, she was laughing the entire time, and running to her aunt to be "saved". Once her spring ran down, she would come over to me and tell me to pick her up. She would sit with me for a little while before wanting down. She wouldn't stay down for long though. She was always coming back and either saying "pick me up",or simply saying "up". So I learned that even a two year old can be pretty demanding when they want to be. I even had to read her new book to her.
So how does all this make me so special? It wasn't really the fact that she ignored everyone else, except to be saved, that made me feel that way. Today my friend called me and told me that her niece's mom asked her daughter some questions. She was asked if she saw her aunt, or grandma and grandpa. The answer always came back as: "No, Heather". Since I was apparently the only person that she saw all day, that makes me feel pretty damn special.
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