Mouse was the most easygoing, mellow baby you’d ever meet. One of the moms in our group once commented, “I’ve never heard him cry!”
Well, those days are over. While the Librarian’s Rocky skipped over the Terrible Twos (only to rear its head as the Fearsome Fours), Mouse is definitely not taking that detour. Oh, the wailing! The histrionics! The drama! He responds fairly well to the “no audience, no behavior” approach, walking away from him where safe or turning my back where it’s not safe to walk away, but let me tell you, the tears get old very quickly.
He would like me to make a list of the current Tools of Baby Oppression being foisted upon him on a regular basis by the Evil Parents. They include:
- Diaper changes
- The car seat
- The church nursery, specifically being left in the care of people who absolutely love and adore him and have known him his entire life
- Taking away something he is holding, has just recently held, or might at some undetermined time in the future want to hold
He begs for your support and assistance in thwarting these continual injustices. Thank you.
My beloved elderly beagle, Scout, has injured her back. She needs to be confined to a small space until she heals, which is challenging. I’m not sure what’s worse–the injury, or her incessant complaining about it.
I started working on another graduate degree, an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults at Vermont College. This is a low-residency program, so twice a year (July and January) I travel to Vermont for an intensive 10-day residency and in between I correspond with my faculty advisor. I completely my first residency a couple of weeks ago and it was an amazing experience. I forgot how much work graduate school is, however. By December 9th I will have to have read 50-75 books, primarily for young adults and middle grade (9-12 year olds). Good thing I like reading.
The heat this summer is NOTHING like last summer. Thank GOD.
My brother the rocket scientist (no, really–he’s actually a rocket scientist) turned 40 this week. I can vividly remember as a child thinking that being 40 was pretty much akin to having one foot in the grave. Now I find myself thinking “40 is old??? Old is, like, 90.” Funny how our perceptions change.
Does anyone have a PedEgg? Do you like it? When I first heard of them it grossed me out (cheese grater for your feet!). But my feet are now in need of some serious attention and the pumice stone isn’t cutting it. I’m a little nervous though. I mean it’s got its own infomercial, so clearly it’s the best and most effective product available, but I’d hate to throw away 10 bucks (or whatever) on something that is going to make me nauseous as it doesn’t work.
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