Goals

One of my goals yesterday was to compel Lyla to giggle. Julie has managed it a couple times with her slapstick, lowbrow comedy. My sense of humor is refined and sophisticated, not infantile, so I knew I'd struggle.

It's unconfirmed, but I think I got a courtesy giggle. It wasn't a "ha ha ha" but more of a singular "heh" and could've been the result of gas. Nevertheless, I'm counting it, for otherwise my impassioned falsetto singing of the word "Beebly-boobly" would've been in vain.

This morning I watched the Ellen Show while Lyla napped in the chair. Now I'm going to arrange some flowers or possibly knit.

After Ellen, Lyla woke up for a bit of the Price is Right. She gazed longingly at the female contestants' bouncing breasts as they ran to the stage after being told to "Come on down." I felt a little resentful.

My goal for today is to fold all my laundry and keep Lyla entertained or sleeping for most of the time. She might get a repeat performance of "Beebly-boobly."