I've been babysitting Niko lately, and I love it. He's so easy to care for; after a summer of babysitting Lydia, I could go for anything. He's really sweet and adorable; I especially love when he's fussy and he wants his binky, because I get to dip it in banana cream pudding, which he loves. He does these cute baby-olympics trying to get a hold of the binky.
The Pudge Monster is six months now, and has lungs like no one's business. I hate it when he cries, because he sounds miserable, like something's torturing him, not like a stinky diaper. I always wonder if he can see things we can't.
Speaking of weird supernatural things, I've been really, really psychic lately. First, it started off with "feelings." I had a feeling to just stay away from the living room, and minutes later, Dad was screaming at everyone about the house not being clean.
Remember how I stole my brother's eagle knife? Well, I had it set on the nightstand. I looked at it, and just felt like I should move it. I put it in a drawer minutes before Chris barged in and sat on my bed. If I hadn't moved it, it would have been seen.
More occurances started happening. I move for the phone before it rings, catch things before they fall, know exactly who's at the door, and even wake up seconds before Niko starts to scream.
More pronounced things started going down. I was sitting in my room a few weeks ago and suddenly thought, "Hey, I should put on some makeup." It was weird, because I never put on makeup unless I'm going to be seeing someone outside my family. Minutes after I was done, Andrew came for a surprise visit.
A week ago I was invited to the beach by Andrew. He told me he would be at my house in a half hour. I put on my iPod and listened, but five minutes later, I suddenly put down my iPod and grabbed my things. Seconds later, Andrew knocked; he was twenty-five minutes early.
Today I was going to go walk with Niko to the park, but because of my fear of going into public alone, I decided to grab my Swiss army knife. It's normally in my trunk, but something told me to look in my gris-gris. And there it was.
Last but not least: while walking, I was simply thinking of how pretty the trees were. Honestly. But seconds later, I randomly thought, "What if Trev is here?"
I had a crush on Trevor for years, and just got over it. I haven't thought about him in months; it was completely random, and couldn't be true. Trev's a popular guy, and he's at skate parks and the movies, not at a nature park. I dismissed the idea.
I walked by a rickety bridge, and my instinct said, "Go across." Again, I ignored it. I mean, it looked seriously unstable, and I didn't want the baby bumping along it. I passed along on my merry way, and crossed the smoother bridge.
I happened to took up, and who did I see? Trev. You will never understand how weird that is, because he's sooooo popular and doesn't hang out around parks. I mean, really. And if I had crossed the previous bridge and kept on walking, I would have walked right into him.
Weeeeeeiiiirrrrrdddddd.