No, this is not some kind of sneaky, slightly-graphic euphemism for trying to get pregnant.
There really is a snake in our bush. The one in the front yard. The one that everyone has to walk by in order to reach the front door. The one that's right by the garage door, prompting me to take the garage door opener on our daily walks... you know, just in case that tricky snake gets it into his ugly little head to slither into my garage. God forbid.
No, seriously, I would die if that happened. It's one of my nightmares. You would see a very distinct Melissa-shaped hole in our garage door. Hopefully I would remember to push the stroller along with me, but it's very possible that Leah might be on her own. That's how much I hate snakes. (Kidding... mostly.)
We had to buy snake repellent. Didn't know there was such a thing, but it turns out, you sprinkle a bit of this strong smelling powder and all snakes will supposedly vacate the premises. The snakes are Moses and our house is Egypt.
I'll let you know how that one turns out.
In happier news, I have a daughter who asks for kisses all the time. It's bliss.
She is also beginning to string words together to create a single idea. Mostly simple ideas like, "Hat." "On." The intent of that one was pretty clear.
When we were at the zoo, she was absolutely in love with the peacock. So she followed it around with her little arms outstretched repeating, "Peacock." "Home."
It took me a while to connect the two, but I'm pretty sure she wanted to take the peacock home.
She has also made a pre-potty-training connection: she now announces each and every time she poops. Yep. There's a cute little squat-and-push-face that goes with it, which I have yet to catch on camera. Then, she declares: "Poop!" which comes out sounding like "pup," with extra emphasis on the P.
Who knew that watching someone in the act of pooping would be so delightful?
So many things I'm trying desperately to etch into my forever memory. So many things that bring my heart unspeakable joy.
The snake... notsomuch.