Yesterday David and I were flipping through the channels as we ate lunch and landed on Animal Planet's Tribute to Steve Irwin. The part of the show we watched happened just after Steve's son, Robert, had been born. His five-year old daughter, Bindi, was holding the baby for the first time as her dad hovered close by. She looked up at him and whispered, "I'm going to call him Brian." Steve did a little bit of a double-take and whispered back, "His name's Robert." And she answered, "I know. I'm going to call him Brian for short."
Hee. and Awwww. Very cute.
And not so cute:
Last night I kept waking up from various nightmares. I don't remember any of them except for one. I was sleeping in bed and when I opened my eyes there was a huge spider the size of a baseball hovering about 8 inches from my face. It sort of floated to the wall and scurried out of sight behind the pillows. I'm surprised I didn't wake David up because I jumped out of bed, flipped on my bedside lamp and started flinging pillows around looking for the thing. I was NOT getting back into bed with it crawling around. Eventually I realized it was probably a dream. It's funny in retrospect, but I was really freaked out at the time. Nightmares make for a long night and a sleepy day.
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With my arachnaphobia, I would have to move (like, houses) if I thought a baseball-sized spider had managed to escape from a fateful meeting with the bottom of my Nikes. It's just not right to have dreams like that. Ugh.
Also, we were watching that same Animal Planet marathon, and did you realize that his daughter is named after his favorite alligator?
I didn't realize that until this morning when I was looking up to see how old she would have been when her brother was born. I assumed it was a nickname when I first heard it.
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