Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
B.R. 12/28/08 -- gutter and escape
This morning the baby and M had a brief moment of quiet (that would be breaky time) before the house erupted into a flurry of activity and intrigue.
First, while the baby and I were resting downstairs Bridget had sneaked upstairs and cleaned out both the baby's and Memphis's breaky!
Then later while Mr. B and I were cleaning out the gutters -- which were horribly nass btw -- Mr. B looked down onto the neighbor's yard and asked rather incredulously, "Isn't that Bunny?" Sho 'nuf it was. The rascal had tunneled under the fence and sneaked off to the neighbor's. I then scrambled through the window and followed KJ who was already running out the door to retrieve that dim-witted piap.
After that excitement, the baby and Bridget (who is turning out to be her nemesis) had a close call as they passed each other on the upstairs landing.
And where's Memphis during all this? Mewing his discontent. And why is that? Unfortunately for him the bed under which he had sought refuge was activity central for all the piaps in the house.
First, while the baby and I were resting downstairs Bridget had sneaked upstairs and cleaned out both the baby's and Memphis's breaky!
Then later while Mr. B and I were cleaning out the gutters -- which were horribly nass btw -- Mr. B looked down onto the neighbor's yard and asked rather incredulously, "Isn't that Bunny?" Sho 'nuf it was. The rascal had tunneled under the fence and sneaked off to the neighbor's. I then scrambled through the window and followed KJ who was already running out the door to retrieve that dim-witted piap.
After that excitement, the baby and Bridget (who is turning out to be her nemesis) had a close call as they passed each other on the upstairs landing.
And where's Memphis during all this? Mewing his discontent. And why is that? Unfortunately for him the bed under which he had sought refuge was activity central for all the piaps in the house.
Friday, December 26, 2008
B.R. 12/26/08
The baby, M and I are enjoying our roadtrip south. Well, maybe "enjoying" is too strong a word. After some initial disorientation, esp. the baby (her first time in a home with stairs), everyone found their safe spot and got on pretty ok. Maybe it's because they found comfort in the other's presence, for whatever reason the baby and M have been rather cozy. They even sat close enough to touch!
Unfortunately, I think M may be coming down with a cold as he's been sneezing. And tonight, he's neglected to eat his dinner. :(
Unfortunately, I think M may be coming down with a cold as he's been sneezing. And tonight, he's neglected to eat his dinner. :(
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
B.R. 12/21/08 -- Catching Up
So, it's been a week since the last post and I admit, December has been somewhat spotty in terms of baby reports. "Mea culpa," says the baby. Ok, that was me. To my knowledge, she has not learned anything beyond canine speech, body language, and a smattering of English. If anything, she'd have said "私の自身の欠陥", however, I don't think Enn's muhmuh's efforts at teaching her Japanese ever took root.
Anyway, there's been a lot of excitement around these parts that quite frankly contributed rather directly in the precipitous decline of baby reports and other postings. And what excitement are we talking about? Well, nothing good that's what.
Firstly, there was the case of the horrific tapeworm. It seems that our feline addition came with a friend -- Mr. Tapeworm. I didn't realize this until one fateful evening as I spied little white nasties wiggling about in his yump when I went to scoop out said yump from the litterbox. Although I've seen some godawful things in my life, the sight of those little wiggly nasties is one of the grossest, retch-inducing things I'd ever seen. Needless to say, that image has been permanently seared into my mind's eye. I'd have shared a pic with you gentle readers but I'll spare you the sight. Suffice it to say, if you really want to lose your appetite, just google "tapeworm" and you'll not eat for quite some time.
I didn't immediately know that it was a tapeworm infestation because, well, except for pictures in biology books, comic asides, and one story from a classmate of mine back in high school about seeing and feeling some things in the course of her bms while she lived in the Indian sub-continent that no one believed at the time but rather thought it a desperate attempt to draw attention to herself, I've never had a first-hand experience with any parasitic worms. However, the identity of the wiggly nasties was quite evident upon googling. Unfortunately, the positive identification of said parasite only made me feel more ill because all those little yellow sesame-like thingys that I've been seeing wherever Memphis had been, i.e. all over the apartment -- items that I thought were dandruff -- were in fact dried up segments of tapeworm. *RETCH*
Needless to say, a trip to the vet for medication was on the top of my to-do list. Followed by a weekend filled with A LOT of vacuuming, washing, and cleaning.
Luckily one dose was all it took and I've not found sesame seed droppings and/or seen white nasty wigglies falling from his bum since. I hope that is the end of that. That said, I've been quite vigilant in checking the baby's yumps because she did gobble up a chunk of his yump back in the day. Bleh.
Secondly, as most parents know, it wouldn't do if only one child got sick, right? Spread the joy as it were. So, it happened that the baby took ill. With what I'm still not sure. She was ok one moment, and listless the next. She didn't want to eat or play, not even with I tried to tempt her with her favorites in both. Added to this, her stummy made the most horrible sounds and she shook as if she were out in the cold. So, I worked from home that day while she stayed quivering in my lap. This went on for the entire day, and continued to the next. Because I didn't want a passed out pup on my hand, I was going to feed her some Nutri-cal should she not eat anything for a second day, but luckily (for her!) she ate some chikum and some jerky (her usual treat). Although she was still acting weirdly and wasn't quite herself, she did seem a bit more lively -- not a difficult feat considering she didn't do much other than lying in a lump while shake uncontrollably the previous day. o_O
That night I was awoken by the baby's middle-of-the-night maneuverings, and followed her out of bed and into the b-room. I couldn't see much without my glasses and without any lights on, but I did make out a slight shadow of something on her sinkle pad so I reached down to see if the baby needed some cleaning and felt something not quite right. When I flipped on the light, I saw that the baby had in fact had a bout of explOOsive D and needed her bum scrubbed.
Although I was horribly tired the next morning due to my middle-of-the-night activities, the baby seemed right as rain. Whatever had been bothering her had been excised in that nocturnal bout of liquid discharge.
And thus ends our catch-up of life's goings on in our little household.
Anyway, there's been a lot of excitement around these parts that quite frankly contributed rather directly in the precipitous decline of baby reports and other postings. And what excitement are we talking about? Well, nothing good that's what.
Firstly, there was the case of the horrific tapeworm. It seems that our feline addition came with a friend -- Mr. Tapeworm. I didn't realize this until one fateful evening as I spied little white nasties wiggling about in his yump when I went to scoop out said yump from the litterbox. Although I've seen some godawful things in my life, the sight of those little wiggly nasties is one of the grossest, retch-inducing things I'd ever seen. Needless to say, that image has been permanently seared into my mind's eye. I'd have shared a pic with you gentle readers but I'll spare you the sight. Suffice it to say, if you really want to lose your appetite, just google "tapeworm" and you'll not eat for quite some time.
I didn't immediately know that it was a tapeworm infestation because, well, except for pictures in biology books, comic asides, and one story from a classmate of mine back in high school about seeing and feeling some things in the course of her bms while she lived in the Indian sub-continent that no one believed at the time but rather thought it a desperate attempt to draw attention to herself, I've never had a first-hand experience with any parasitic worms. However, the identity of the wiggly nasties was quite evident upon googling. Unfortunately, the positive identification of said parasite only made me feel more ill because all those little yellow sesame-like thingys that I've been seeing wherever Memphis had been, i.e. all over the apartment -- items that I thought were dandruff -- were in fact dried up segments of tapeworm. *RETCH*
Needless to say, a trip to the vet for medication was on the top of my to-do list. Followed by a weekend filled with A LOT of vacuuming, washing, and cleaning.
Luckily one dose was all it took and I've not found sesame seed droppings and/or seen white nasty wigglies falling from his bum since. I hope that is the end of that. That said, I've been quite vigilant in checking the baby's yumps because she did gobble up a chunk of his yump back in the day. Bleh.
Secondly, as most parents know, it wouldn't do if only one child got sick, right? Spread the joy as it were. So, it happened that the baby took ill. With what I'm still not sure. She was ok one moment, and listless the next. She didn't want to eat or play, not even with I tried to tempt her with her favorites in both. Added to this, her stummy made the most horrible sounds and she shook as if she were out in the cold. So, I worked from home that day while she stayed quivering in my lap. This went on for the entire day, and continued to the next. Because I didn't want a passed out pup on my hand, I was going to feed her some Nutri-cal should she not eat anything for a second day, but luckily (for her!) she ate some chikum and some jerky (her usual treat). Although she was still acting weirdly and wasn't quite herself, she did seem a bit more lively -- not a difficult feat considering she didn't do much other than lying in a lump while shake uncontrollably the previous day. o_O
That night I was awoken by the baby's middle-of-the-night maneuverings, and followed her out of bed and into the b-room. I couldn't see much without my glasses and without any lights on, but I did make out a slight shadow of something on her sinkle pad so I reached down to see if the baby needed some cleaning and felt something not quite right. When I flipped on the light, I saw that the baby had in fact had a bout of explOOsive D and needed her bum scrubbed.
Although I was horribly tired the next morning due to my middle-of-the-night activities, the baby seemed right as rain. Whatever had been bothering her had been excised in that nocturnal bout of liquid discharge.
And thus ends our catch-up of life's goings on in our little household.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
B.R. 12/8/08
As per usual, the baby stayed with me in bed this morning as opposed to romping about the living room waiting for me to get up. Now that the days have gotten colder, she seems to prefer staying in bed with me instead of rising ahead of my sleepy schedule to lie in the morning sun. Not a difficult choice really, at least from my point of view. Warm, cozy bed vs. cold, astringent winter sun. That said, once the baby's up, she's up. Unlike me, there's no lallygagging with her. Once she's out of bed, she's ready for play. Me? I need a little more time to adjust.
Meanwhile, the cold weather doesn't seem to bother Memphis one bit. He still gets up before everyone else to do whatever it is that he does. And, once he's had his breaky, he can be found in his usual post -- that is, hanging out and watching the traffic from his perch in the bedroom. Evidently he doesn't care that it's frigid by the windows. The baby thinks it's because he's got a lot of natural insulation (*wink*wink*).
Anyway, there must've been something in the water today because the baby and Memphis were strangely interactive with one another. Although they've gotten to the point where they don't really get worked up over the presence of the other (except with respect to feeding time, but we're working on that), they aren't really what one would consider "friendly". However, today, they were all over each other. Well, more so than usual. The baby would chase her bone, and Memphis would stalk and pounce on her as she ran by. Then, as Memphis relaxed on the couch, the baby would try to engage him in some play by hopping all over him (much to his credit, he did not cause any bodily harm to the baby). It was kinda sad watching this socially awkward play, but at least they're trying.
Meanwhile, the cold weather doesn't seem to bother Memphis one bit. He still gets up before everyone else to do whatever it is that he does. And, once he's had his breaky, he can be found in his usual post -- that is, hanging out and watching the traffic from his perch in the bedroom. Evidently he doesn't care that it's frigid by the windows. The baby thinks it's because he's got a lot of natural insulation (*wink*wink*).
Anyway, there must've been something in the water today because the baby and Memphis were strangely interactive with one another. Although they've gotten to the point where they don't really get worked up over the presence of the other (except with respect to feeding time, but we're working on that), they aren't really what one would consider "friendly". However, today, they were all over each other. Well, more so than usual. The baby would chase her bone, and Memphis would stalk and pounce on her as she ran by. Then, as Memphis relaxed on the couch, the baby would try to engage him in some play by hopping all over him (much to his credit, he did not cause any bodily harm to the baby). It was kinda sad watching this socially awkward play, but at least they're trying.
Friday, December 5, 2008
What Enn Says 5
A conversation regarding NYC rents --
Enn: "Seriously don't you think she should lower the price if she's not there now? Let's hope these ppl get desperate w/ all the layoffs and whatnot."
Me: "You're wishing financial ruin upon strangers for your own benefit! That's tble."
Enn: "I'm not wishing financial ruin, but I'm saying if it's gonna happen anyway - they may as well play the game!"
Happy holidays!
Enn: "Seriously don't you think she should lower the price if she's not there now? Let's hope these ppl get desperate w/ all the layoffs and whatnot."
Me: "You're wishing financial ruin upon strangers for your own benefit! That's tble."
Enn: "I'm not wishing financial ruin, but I'm saying if it's gonna happen anyway - they may as well play the game!"
Happy holidays!
Monday, December 1, 2008
B.R. 12/1/08
The morning was a little frantic because I'd forgotten two separate appointments. That's what happens when one makes appointments prior to a long weekend for a date that falls immediately after said long weekend. Oh wells. Thank goodness I decided to get up a little earlier than I was otherwise inclined because I felt guilty about not playing as much with the animuls as I'd been gone for much of aforementioned weekend. Not that the baby was any help -- in waking up, that is -- as she's taken assuming the hockey puck position somewhere in the vicinity of my leg/lower abdomen whenever she sees me in bed. And what is this "hockey puck" position? It's the little tight ball that the baby is able to curl herself into. It's amazing how little space she takes up when she's in this position. So. Very. Cute. Anyway, before I came to the realization about the soon-to-be-missed appointments, the baby and I *had* been playing a rather vigorous game of fetch while Memphis slinked his way around me. However, all this domestic revelry came to a rather abrupt end as I darted around the rooms like a maniac while gathering their respective bowls.
Breaky came and went without a hitch. That said, the baby has taken to being quite the food bully by trying to intimidate Memphis so that she'd be able to eat his food. Not that it works, this intimidation; because as previously mentioned the baby is half his size. Still, it's a little annoying and a horrible habit. Hopefully, she'll start realizing that there's enough food to go around and there's really nothing to get all crazed over. Otherwise, I may have to encourage him to give her a little swat on the nose for her trouble.
Breaky came and went without a hitch. That said, the baby has taken to being quite the food bully by trying to intimidate Memphis so that she'd be able to eat his food. Not that it works, this intimidation; because as previously mentioned the baby is half his size. Still, it's a little annoying and a horrible habit. Hopefully, she'll start realizing that there's enough food to go around and there's really nothing to get all crazed over. Otherwise, I may have to encourage him to give her a little swat on the nose for her trouble.
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