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orichalcum at 02:32pm on 21/09/2007 under baby dog
orichalcum at 02:32pm on 21/09/2007 under baby dogBads:
There's nothing like being just sick enough to not be able to sleep until finally you doze off and have a dream in which your entire (fictional) family gets massacred in front of your eyes, very gorily and violently.
The real Bad of today is that apparently, we're Death to Parks. In Evanston, there was a lovely little playground and park three blocks away from our house when we first moved there. I used to take Eowyn there when I was 8 months pregnant and I'd just sit on a bench and let her roam around. Then, they decided to rebuild it, all of a sudden, and tore the whole thing up. It still wasn't open again when we moved more than a year later.
Then we moved here, and one of the things that gave me comfort that we weren't totally "screwing the pooch" re Eowyn was that there was a nice little park across the street, at AMA Plaza. It wasn't big, but it had trees and grass and space for Eowyn to tussle with all the other dogs. Plus, Eowyn really doesn't like doing her business on anything but grass. Well, two days ago, they started throwing up a fence around the whole park, and now it's blocked off. Apparently, since it's private land, they've decided it makes more sense to build a tall, thin, 40-story boutique hotel on the site rather than keep the only green area within a 10 block radius.
I've found a couple of trees in 4-foot patches of dirt about a block away. I hope she's willing to do her business there. I've already noticed that the area just outside our building, formerly an uninteresting parking lot, has started to be covered with small yellow puddles. It makes me very sad.
Sort-of-Bad: Mac has figured out how to wheel his push'n-ride racer over to the bookshelf and use it as a portable stool so he can climb up and grab knickknacks. This is clever, but amazingly unhelpful.
Good/Funny: Up until now, Mac has pretty much only echoed words that we've taught to him. "Say bye-bye to Daddy!" "Bye, dada." And so forth. But yesterday, he toddled over to the coffee table, picked up an object, looked at it, and announced, "Die!" It was, indeed, a D6. We've never taught him that. I felt very bad having to immediately take it away from him, though I substituted with one of the safe big stuffed dice. 10 words to his name and one of them is "die." I suppose it was inevitable. However, he continues to be an extraordinarily social and outgoing geek baby.
There's nothing like being just sick enough to not be able to sleep until finally you doze off and have a dream in which your entire (fictional) family gets massacred in front of your eyes, very gorily and violently.
The real Bad of today is that apparently, we're Death to Parks. In Evanston, there was a lovely little playground and park three blocks away from our house when we first moved there. I used to take Eowyn there when I was 8 months pregnant and I'd just sit on a bench and let her roam around. Then, they decided to rebuild it, all of a sudden, and tore the whole thing up. It still wasn't open again when we moved more than a year later.
Then we moved here, and one of the things that gave me comfort that we weren't totally "screwing the pooch" re Eowyn was that there was a nice little park across the street, at AMA Plaza. It wasn't big, but it had trees and grass and space for Eowyn to tussle with all the other dogs. Plus, Eowyn really doesn't like doing her business on anything but grass. Well, two days ago, they started throwing up a fence around the whole park, and now it's blocked off. Apparently, since it's private land, they've decided it makes more sense to build a tall, thin, 40-story boutique hotel on the site rather than keep the only green area within a 10 block radius.
I've found a couple of trees in 4-foot patches of dirt about a block away. I hope she's willing to do her business there. I've already noticed that the area just outside our building, formerly an uninteresting parking lot, has started to be covered with small yellow puddles. It makes me very sad.
Sort-of-Bad: Mac has figured out how to wheel his push'n-ride racer over to the bookshelf and use it as a portable stool so he can climb up and grab knickknacks. This is clever, but amazingly unhelpful.
Good/Funny: Up until now, Mac has pretty much only echoed words that we've taught to him. "Say bye-bye to Daddy!" "Bye, dada." And so forth. But yesterday, he toddled over to the coffee table, picked up an object, looked at it, and announced, "Die!" It was, indeed, a D6. We've never taught him that. I felt very bad having to immediately take it away from him, though I substituted with one of the safe big stuffed dice. 10 words to his name and one of them is "die." I suppose it was inevitable. However, he continues to be an extraordinarily social and outgoing geek baby.
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