Eisenstern 2.8
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Hilda’s birthday was coming up quickly, but she was enjoying the last few days of her toddlerhood playing with her triceratops toy. Her aunt Bryn sent it to her for her birthday when she aged up from a baby, and she’s been attached to it ever since.
Avery and I will age up on the same day, and it’s not long after Hilda’s birthday. I wonder if we’ll look any different. Dad’s got wrinkles now, and his hair did turn grey even though he’s not an elder. Maybe we’ll be a little different too.
That’s just as well. We’re not the same people we were a few years ago.
Hilda still enjoys a good story, though I can’t say I feel like a good reader. Hilda doesn’t mind it, but sometimes my voice gets squeaky, or I don’t feel like I did the story’s emotion right.
That’s probably just my perfectionism talking, so I’ve been doing my best to ignore it.
One day, I found Hilda in the kitchen playing with… a pan. And I found this interesting because we don’t keep the pans where she should be able to reach! I wondered for a moment if it was possible for baby spellcasters to transportalate things to them, and then decided, maybe I don’t want the answer.
Her birthday snuck up on us, but we took a moment to make a wish, and blow out the candles. The kids don’t quite understand why blowing out the candles is so necessary a part of ageing up when they’re this young, but they sure play along pretty well.
She’s the cutest little girl I’ve ever done seen.
One unfortunate side-effect of having a counter-fitted refrigerator is that Diaval is fully capable of reaching our food. And it turns out, he’ll eat it.
But, after a few go arounds teaching him not to do that, he eventually learnt not to. Peace, as they say, has been restored. Praise the sun.
Uncle Caleb happened to be over on Avery and I’s birthday, so we all celebrated together. It’s always nice to see him; he understands that sentiment I have about how there’s love in cooking. But he’s a foodie, so, of course he’d understand.
What god made this man a vampire that’s also a foodie, I don’t know, but it’s not exactly a benevolent god, I should think.
Not long after Hilda aged into toddler, and Avery and I became adults, dad, and father, came by and informed me they’d thought about it and discussed it, and were moving in.
I was so utterly elated about it, I could barely contain it! It’ll be nice to have at least some of the family together again, though I know I can’t necessarily fit the entire Eisenstern brood into the same house. Unfortunately. But I’m the kind of person that would try, so if I ever do, don’t be surprised, little diary.
Diaval and Whiskers were quite happy to see each other again, and almost immediately started playing. It’s good to see they apparently got along, and dad’s concerns about them fighting weren’t quite accurate.
Whiskers looks like he’s gotten a little pudgier since dad left. Well, if usual trends hold, his ectoplasmic butt has been eating gourmet cat food since then. I’m not sure why I can see Whiskers and not other ghosts. I suppose because he’s bound as dad’s familiar or something. That’d make some sense.
One thing I’d forgotten is that now that we have two kitties that love to make noise in the house, I’ll have double the musical accompaniment when I play! I don’t mind so much. Actually, it’s kind of nice. Maybe Whiskers will be a muse for me too.
Dad and father, it seems, are still utterly ridiculous.
I’m glad some things don’t change.
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