Holly and I each had the same experience independently, it seems, of picking up the video camera to capture Daphne in crawling-practice mode, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, only to decide against it at the last minute. Something about the motion is vaguely obscene. It’s hard to describe unless you’ve seen it.
I’m no prude - I would not, for example, throw drapes over Lady Justice just because her metal boobies make me feel all funny inside - but perhaps we’ll just wait until Daphne actually starts crawling, and film that instead.
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So, add diarrhea to the list.
Daphne’s been having some, umm, liquidy stools for the last couple of days. They tell us this is most likely the result of the antibiotic she’s been taking for her ear infection. Today, Holly tells me, the little one pooped a poop that her diaper could not contain (yecchh!) so Holly ended up bathing herself and Daphne, and is now busy boiling everything that she or Daphne touched. I am, as you might imagine, feeling both relieved and guilty to have missed out on that wondrous experience.
Holly also notes that, despite her cold, her stuffed up nose and chest cough, and the ear infection, and the intestinal distress, and general misery… despite everything, Daphne is currently on hands and knees in her crib, face set in concentration, snot running down her lip, desperately lunging back and forth in an attempt to start crawling. Now that’s what I call determination. I’m sure Holly will describe it in more detail soon.
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Daphne is sooo sick… a cold, lots of runny nose and sneezing, an ear infection (for which she must twice daily drink a nasty bubble-gum-flavored antibiotic). Just today, she’s developed a nasty cough as well. She doesn’t have a fever; thank God for small favors.
I’ve been sleepwalking my way through a low-intensity cold myself, ever since Daphne got sick. Being kept up all night doesn’t help… Daphne, who has slept through the night since she was six days old, has been waking up every couple of hours. Holly has it much worse, of course, as she often ends up having to nurse Daphne back to sleep.
The upshot is that I have been accomplishing nothing lately; not one item has been crossed off my to-do list in the last week. I really need to change the oil in both cars before it gets cold. Next weekend, I swear!
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So I wandered into the local quickie-mart to pick up a carbonated beverage, and the guy at the counter greeted me with: “Hey, so, Cubs versus Red Sox in the World Series. You heard it here first! And then the Earth’ll get hit by an asteroid, ha ha.”
I replied, “Well, if fate has ears, all those decades of people saying things like, ‘when pigs fly’, ‘when you can go ice skating in hell’, and such like will probably have some effect. Laws of probability will get screwed up, I guess.”
“Hey,” he replied, “you got it. Still gotta go through the Yankees, though, so I guess we’re safe.”
I left feeling a bit proud of myself, and here’s why: I managed to reply to his sports joke without revealing that I had almost no idea what he was talking about. Here’s what I know about the world series:
It’s baseball.
The Cubs and Yankees and Red Sox are teams.
The Cubs haven’t won in a really long time.
I’m frankly surprised that I knew the last one. From context, I assumed that the Red Sox must not win a lot either, and also, it must currently be baseball season. Or post-season, maybe.
Of course, I looked it up when I got home, and yes, it appears that both the Cubs and Red Sox are doing well, and somebody had the same idea I did and ran with it.
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Why does Old Navy smell like the inside of a Habitrail? Perhaps they call it Old Navy because, like the imperial warships that prowled the seas of the 18th century, it is entirely infested with rats.
I used to think that the smell was related to the racks of cheapo foam-rubber flip-flops in the center of the store; yet summer has fled and with it the flip-flops, and still the Old Navy reeks of order rodentia, family muridae.
A theory: perhaps the warehouses that store Old Navy apparel are truly infested with vermin. Each article of Old Navy clothing is coated in a very thin layer of dusty rat-dropping molecules. Any one pair of painter’s pants, taken singly, smells innocuous enough, but get a whole slew of them together in that aircraft-hangar of a mall store and the smells combine, breed, amplify until you can’t buy a pair of jeans without a clothespin on your nose.
Or maybe my local Old Navy is the only one that stinks so bad. I dunno.
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