Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Tough Tolkien baby

Sweet B is making a fair amount of noise these days. Some of it is normal baby babbling. But most of it is various modulations of something between an avian squawk and an angry cat. Because of this and the fact that her wispy hair sweeps up into pointy tufts, her mother has taken to calling her Spike the Nazgûl (“The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.”) Spike most determinedly employs the voice of death (as distinct from the pre-crying “lip of doom”) while maneuvering to suck her toes, a feat (feet?) undreamed of by Tolkien’s badboys.

Unfortunately, Spike has a cold right now, and really wants Mommy.

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