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So, Eowyn had started to calm down, and enjoy the wall-to-wall carpeting and the extra parenting time, although she's still clearly uber-nervous about the cardboard boxes.

But they're doing repair work on our building right now, and Eowyn completely freaked out at the sight of men outside our 36th floor window. She went into full Alert: Stranger mode and kept trying to get between Mac and the window, while barking loudly and aggressively. Interestingly, she can tell they're there even when the blinds are completely closed, I guess by sound.

All this also means that I have to be extra-careful about being decently attired at all times. This is actually a minor amusing dilemma. Especially with the baby in the last year, I've been fairly relaxed about my state of decency inside the apartment in the morning, figuring that it was difficult to see into our old apartment, and honestly, I don't have huge nudity taboos anyhow. You'd think, wouldn't you, that being on the 36th floor, this would be even less of an issue.

Except that the one building with really good views of our windows is...A's office building. And really, none of us wants to run into someone at the office holiday party who's like, "Oh, it's you! The topless woman from across the street!"

In other news, Mac, of course, managed to bump his head on the day he's seeing his Grandpa (my dad) and get a big red mark, although it looks like no damage. Thankfully, I was able to stop him before he successfully applied the bathroom plunger to his genitals. Yes, you can all wince now.