Kangatopia

Now, that I’ve told that story about the mornings adventures with Monkey, maybe you’re asking: what about Bear? What about Winston?

Well? What about them? They’re really fucking cute, is what. Bear is in a new day care program which is costing loads and loads of money. Just to keep him up to his ears in activities and friends and swimming pools, we are all eating pb&j nightly - except when we splurge on a knock-off hamburger helper brand of cheeseburger macaroni.

Winston continues to amaze, charm and thrill. She wants to climb up and down the stairs to and from the apartment just like Bear and Monkey. She wants to wear sandals just like Monkey. She wants Monkey’s toys, drinks and food. Monkey wants Bear’s toys, drinks and food. They all want what the other gets. My envious little crowd of hellions! However, Winston is smart. She knows that we only understand about 5% of what she says and we let her get her way because we don’t seem to be comprehending her language, so she just shoves in and gets what she wants and everybody will simply pat her head and kiss her and tell her how unbelievably cute she is.

At night I become the cuddle magnet. They each fight for the space right by my side, and sometimes right on top of me. But Winston doesn’t fight. She climbs. Once she is in roughly the position she wants, she simply drops her weight on which ever sibling happens to be in the way then nestles into my arm. Works every time - especially since I’ll always say, “Winston doesn’t understand fairness yet. She thinks she’s supposed to be here, so give her room.” Then, the sibling will grumble a little, but not much because they’re used to it, and Winston will wrap my arm around her and we will all fall asleep.