Updates on the yard apes
Sep. 13th, 2003 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3Abbey: Doing quite well; she's spending the night at Kristi's place tonight, and indulging in the three P's (that would be pizza, popcorn and Pokemon). Her first week and a half of first grade have gone on swimmingly, as near as I can tell; just the fact that the teachers have not called us at home to discuss Our Daughter is reason enough to rejoice. She also had her first Brownie meeting yesterday, which she was delighted about, getting to wear that awesome brown vest and all.
Life with Abbey is rarely if ever boring. When she gets to talking, even the smallest of matters teems with importance. The other day at the bus stop, she found a small feather, grey-and-white striped, probably from the belly of the bird. A treasure, naturally.
Her: What kind of bird is this?
Me: I don't know. Probably a pigeon, I'd guess.
Her: A pigeon?! [laughs, then ponders] You know what kind of bird this is? It's a Striped Flip-Flop Bird.
Me: A Striped Flip-Flop Bird, eh? Does it flip-flop?
Her: Yeah. And every September...what day is this?
Me: It's the twelfth...
Her: Every September twelfth, it loses one feather. And when it loses ten feathers, it becomes an adult.
I think the Audubon Society should be notified in due haste.
Nik: Oy, Nik. Nik is...well, he's still three, with all that implies. Sleep has become a precious commodity around here, because he likes to not only wake up at peculiar hours, but also to announce the fact, usually by hollering "GRAAAAANDMAAAA!" (Grandma is the ocean rock to which Nikolas the Precious Barnacle like to adhere himself.) He's also been acting up at the sitter's, which I alluded to not too long ago. We've got an appointment to meet with the happy smiling Christian-and-will-tell-you-so folks at Crock-a-Gators Child Care on Monday, which is a big enough, gorgeous enough and well-staffed enough facility that we may be willing to overlook the daily prayer time. May be willing. Maybe.
Nik's ENT appointment was this week as well. Upshot: We can get him into day surgery to have his frenulum snipped in two weeks, and by the way, he's got a hideous ear infection. Um, whee. I'm not a happy camper, because even though a tongue-snipping (*shudder*) is easy surgery, it's still surgery; even though it's a simple cut, there will still be stitches involved; and even though he'll be anaesthetized, he's going to wake up eventually, and dang it, he'll have macrame under his tongue. Lovely. As for the infection, Dr.de Sade Hughes prescribed not only Cefzil, the nastiest antibiotic on the market, but eardrops. Have you ever tried pouring stinging liquid into a three-year-old's ear canal? It's like trying to Manic Panic your cat in a room full of Yorkies.
But all is well. In the grand scheme, all is well.
Life with Abbey is rarely if ever boring. When she gets to talking, even the smallest of matters teems with importance. The other day at the bus stop, she found a small feather, grey-and-white striped, probably from the belly of the bird. A treasure, naturally.
Her: What kind of bird is this?
Me: I don't know. Probably a pigeon, I'd guess.
Her: A pigeon?! [laughs, then ponders] You know what kind of bird this is? It's a Striped Flip-Flop Bird.
Me: A Striped Flip-Flop Bird, eh? Does it flip-flop?
Her: Yeah. And every September...what day is this?
Me: It's the twelfth...
Her: Every September twelfth, it loses one feather. And when it loses ten feathers, it becomes an adult.
I think the Audubon Society should be notified in due haste.
Nik: Oy, Nik. Nik is...well, he's still three, with all that implies. Sleep has become a precious commodity around here, because he likes to not only wake up at peculiar hours, but also to announce the fact, usually by hollering "GRAAAAANDMAAAA!" (Grandma is the ocean rock to which Nikolas the Precious Barnacle like to adhere himself.) He's also been acting up at the sitter's, which I alluded to not too long ago. We've got an appointment to meet with the happy smiling Christian-and-will-tell-you-so folks at Crock-a-Gators Child Care on Monday, which is a big enough, gorgeous enough and well-staffed enough facility that we may be willing to overlook the daily prayer time. May be willing. Maybe.
Nik's ENT appointment was this week as well. Upshot: We can get him into day surgery to have his frenulum snipped in two weeks, and by the way, he's got a hideous ear infection. Um, whee. I'm not a happy camper, because even though a tongue-snipping (*shudder*) is easy surgery, it's still surgery; even though it's a simple cut, there will still be stitches involved; and even though he'll be anaesthetized, he's going to wake up eventually, and dang it, he'll have macrame under his tongue. Lovely. As for the infection, Dr.
But all is well. In the grand scheme, all is well.
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Date: 2003-09-13 05:28 pm (UTC)Due to a quirky evolutionary process, the Striped Flip-Flop Bird unfortunately has a lifespan of seven years.
Read it in my Peterson's. Honest. :-)
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Date: 2003-09-13 05:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-13 06:03 pm (UTC)Sorry about the ear infection. :( Those are such bummers.
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Date: 2003-09-13 07:05 pm (UTC)Okay, one of the top qualities that I admire in people is the ability to turn a phrase. You do so wonderfully... :-)
Hope the kid's surgery goes as smoothly as can be...