I like to think that my daughter's first word was mommy but I don't actually remember. I do however remember her first phrase. One evening, when she was supposed to be asleep. I heard her calling "Stuck, Mommy, stuck." When I checked out the situation it turned out that her foot had slipped down between the mattress and the side of the crib and she couldn't quite pull it out. I rescued her and she did, eventually, settle down and fall asleep. What reminded me of this little episode was my feeling of being stuck this evening with nothing to write about. I blame it on the weather. Even the weatherman said during his report this evening that we're stuck with heavy cloud cover. I had noticed that. since there really hasn't been much else to notice. I know that the sun will shine again eventually. It is, after all, only six months til July, but in the meantime I wouldn't mind a pretty snowfall, especially if it lands only on the grass. Oh wait he just predicted freezing fog for morning. Seems like the clouds are stuck too and sinking fast. Before I start thinking of political parallels I think I'll just go to sleep.
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