Sunday, March 23, 2008
Ah, they grow up so quick. One day, they're swaddling and utterly dependent on you. The next, they discover boys and you are chopped liver.
That's how it feels these days with Hopesy, since Daisuke Matsuzaka strolled into her life. My parents gave her a stuffed bear of the onetime Japanese sensation who now plays for the Red Sox.
We thought Hope fell hard for the ceiling fans. That was a harmless crush. This is true-blue, I'm so Giddy I'll Throw Myself in Front of a Train if I Can't Have You amour.
At the mere sight of the bear, Hope giggles. She gets bashful. She flirts. She gazes deep in his eyes. But only for a moment or two before becoming embarrassed and looking away.
She really shouldn't stare. But how can she not? Just one quick look. Oh no! He saw, he saw! Look away. Act cool. Oh, it's too much! One more peek! Just a little one! He's so dreamy.