I dunno, they're both pretty darn small -- and cute. I just want to eat them.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Chihuahuas of the Air
So I was trying to find the baby's equivalent of a raptor, i.e. bird of prey. The two finalists are the American Kestrel (left) and the Pygmy Owl (right):
I dunno, they're both pretty darn small -- and cute. I just want to eat them.
I dunno, they're both pretty darn small -- and cute. I just want to eat them.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
B.R. 7/8/08
The baby and I had a fitful night because someone at the DOT saw fit to have overnight construction on the street adjacent to our building. I don't know what the purpose was but there were jackhammers, lots of bright lights, and many large trucks including this big truck that ripped and sucked up all the asphalt as it rolled down the street. This is the second or third time that a construction crew has torn up this particular street. I wonder if this is how overtime quotas are being met.
Anyway, although neither the baby nor I had slept all that soundly we were nonetheless able to put forth a smashing effort in our regular morning bout of fetch. I think this was in a large part due to the baby's innate athleticism. She is a very excellent amateur athlete.
Following a quick breaky for her and a showee for me, I was off for the day and so the baby was left to her own devices. Upon my return, I noticed that the baby had not only shifted some of her toys around, but had also uprooted the blanket on her window pillow. I wonder what kind of party she had while I was gone. It's probably better that I don't know.
After a quick meal of a couple of home-made vegetarian zongzi (for me) and chickum and kibbles (for the baby), we were off on our evening stroll. Nothing interesting to report other than that tonight the baby had her first encounter with a NYC rat (!). It occurred on our way through Cadman Plaza. The baby stopped and sniffed about, and while I wondered to myself whether she had spotted a rat (mostly because there were all these signs around about rat poisoning in the grass -- an area that we avoided), this rather large rat poked its head out of the bush not two feet from us. The baby and the rat kinda looked at each other and then each wandered off in the opposite direction. I guess that's better than if they'd gotten into a scuffle because I have a feeling that the baby might not have come out on top.
Live baby report: Sitting on my lap waiting to play.
Anyway, although neither the baby nor I had slept all that soundly we were nonetheless able to put forth a smashing effort in our regular morning bout of fetch. I think this was in a large part due to the baby's innate athleticism. She is a very excellent amateur athlete.
Following a quick breaky for her and a showee for me, I was off for the day and so the baby was left to her own devices. Upon my return, I noticed that the baby had not only shifted some of her toys around, but had also uprooted the blanket on her window pillow. I wonder what kind of party she had while I was gone. It's probably better that I don't know.
After a quick meal of a couple of home-made vegetarian zongzi (for me) and chickum and kibbles (for the baby), we were off on our evening stroll. Nothing interesting to report other than that tonight the baby had her first encounter with a NYC rat (!). It occurred on our way through Cadman Plaza. The baby stopped and sniffed about, and while I wondered to myself whether she had spotted a rat (mostly because there were all these signs around about rat poisoning in the grass -- an area that we avoided), this rather large rat poked its head out of the bush not two feet from us. The baby and the rat kinda looked at each other and then each wandered off in the opposite direction. I guess that's better than if they'd gotten into a scuffle because I have a feeling that the baby might not have come out on top.
Live baby report: Sitting on my lap waiting to play.
Monday, July 7, 2008
B.R. 7/7/08 -- Sick Day
No, not the baby, but rather me. I wasn't feeling so well so I stayed home and slept for most of the day. And being the good girl that she is, the baby kept me company throughout. We woke up at 8 a.m., at which time I fed the baby, and then the two of us returned to bed for another six hours. By the time we got up again, it was already mid-afternoon. Although I wasn't feeling up to snuff, I felt guilty about making the baby sleep her day away (though I somewhat suspected that this was probably how she normally spent the day) so I played some fetch before collapsing onto the sofa. Maybe I just needed the rest because by early evening I was feeling much better and not nearly as nauseated as I'd been just 12 hours prior. So, after sharing a mango with the baby, the two of us, to the baby's delight, headed out for our evening stroll.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The Baby's Retreat -- Discovered!
Some of you may been wondering what the baby has been up to the past several days. Is it merely the case that she's taking a needed respite from her busy social schedule? Or is it something more ominous? Has she finally worked herself so deeply into the cracks between the cushions that she's now stuck? Or did she get lost during a game of hide and seek, and is now wandering the building like a lost little soul? Where in the world is the baby???
Well, wonder no more. Evidently the baby has created for herself a home within a home; a little getaway. And where is this new hideaway? Just look -- it seems that she's built herself a nest in the laundry bin:
Well, wonder no more. Evidently the baby has created for herself a home within a home; a little getaway. And where is this new hideaway? Just look -- it seems that she's built herself a nest in the laundry bin:
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
B.R. 7/1/08
After a weekend of activities, both the baby and I were glad to return to a normal schedule today. But today's Tuesday, shouldn't that have happened yesterday? Well, yes, and no. Yes it was a Monday. No it was not normal -- mostly because I had to leave the baby earlier than usual because of an early morning conference call. (Unbeknown to the baby, I will have to leave even earlier tomorrow; but why spoil things before their time?)
The morning started off well. The baby, as has become her habit, asked to be let out of the bedroom about 7 o'clock; and I obliged. I even came out and opened the shade for her so that she could sunbathe for an hour or so while she waited for me to get out of bed. However, that was not the baby's plan. Shortly after I let her out, she ran back in -- as is my habit nowadays I tend to leave the bedroom door open once the baby has emerged for the day, just in case she wanted to come back to bed. I quickly checked her marshmallow, carried her to the b-room, and praised her while her marshmallow was dabbed. I thought she'd want to stay out and sunbathe, and that her jumping back to bed was merely her way of letting me know that she'd done good; but as it turned out, the baby was ready to go back to bed. She snuggled up and we slept for an additional hour.
It wasn't until later that I realized that the baby must've sneaked back out and had a yump; because what did I find upon entering the b-room? A little yump. Luckily for everyone involved, the yump was very small and very firm. I checked the baby's bottom and it looked as if it was a clean yump. No harm, no foul.
After some extended play and breaky, I left the baby for the day. As usual, as soon as she realized that I was about to leave without her, a look of despondency set in. The baby can work the forlorn look better than anyone. Unfortunately for her, her mama has to earn money for all that chickum the baby loves.
As I felt somewhat guilty about leaving her this morning, I allowed the baby two portions of egg yolk -- one more than what she is normally permitted. Perhaps this was not the best thing to have done, as the baby seemed to have yolk-y vomit for the next several hours. Luckily for me, most of it happened while we were out walking. Hmm.
While we're on the subject of walking, I have to mention that the baby was startled, not once but twice during the walk by fireflies. I'd been seeing them out during our walks for the past couple of weeks, and even tried to catch one so that the baby may see one up close (didn't really work because it wouldn't turn its bum on so I let it fly away). However, I don't think the baby's really seen them until today. The first time she saw it was when one lit up its bum right in front of her eyes. The baby stopped in her track, and looked really confused as she sniffed the ground searching for the shining thing that just flashed before her eyes. The second time she spotted one was while we were on our way back on Henry Street. I'd been walking a step ahead of the baby when I felt a tug on her leash. Looking back, I saw the baby staring at a firefly walking across her path. Too cute!
The morning started off well. The baby, as has become her habit, asked to be let out of the bedroom about 7 o'clock; and I obliged. I even came out and opened the shade for her so that she could sunbathe for an hour or so while she waited for me to get out of bed. However, that was not the baby's plan. Shortly after I let her out, she ran back in -- as is my habit nowadays I tend to leave the bedroom door open once the baby has emerged for the day, just in case she wanted to come back to bed. I quickly checked her marshmallow, carried her to the b-room, and praised her while her marshmallow was dabbed. I thought she'd want to stay out and sunbathe, and that her jumping back to bed was merely her way of letting me know that she'd done good; but as it turned out, the baby was ready to go back to bed. She snuggled up and we slept for an additional hour.
It wasn't until later that I realized that the baby must've sneaked back out and had a yump; because what did I find upon entering the b-room? A little yump. Luckily for everyone involved, the yump was very small and very firm. I checked the baby's bottom and it looked as if it was a clean yump. No harm, no foul.
After some extended play and breaky, I left the baby for the day. As usual, as soon as she realized that I was about to leave without her, a look of despondency set in. The baby can work the forlorn look better than anyone. Unfortunately for her, her mama has to earn money for all that chickum the baby loves.
As I felt somewhat guilty about leaving her this morning, I allowed the baby two portions of egg yolk -- one more than what she is normally permitted. Perhaps this was not the best thing to have done, as the baby seemed to have yolk-y vomit for the next several hours. Luckily for me, most of it happened while we were out walking. Hmm.
While we're on the subject of walking, I have to mention that the baby was startled, not once but twice during the walk by fireflies. I'd been seeing them out during our walks for the past couple of weeks, and even tried to catch one so that the baby may see one up close (didn't really work because it wouldn't turn its bum on so I let it fly away). However, I don't think the baby's really seen them until today. The first time she saw it was when one lit up its bum right in front of her eyes. The baby stopped in her track, and looked really confused as she sniffed the ground searching for the shining thing that just flashed before her eyes. The second time she spotted one was while we were on our way back on Henry Street. I'd been walking a step ahead of the baby when I felt a tug on her leash. Looking back, I saw the baby staring at a firefly walking across her path. Too cute!
Friday, June 27, 2008
6/27/08 -- route
In lieu of a full baby report, here's a brief peek into the baby's daily routine -- her evening walk-about.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
B.R. 6/26/08
I had to leave for work early today -- well, earlier than usual -- so I only had time for a quick game of fetch followed by breaky for the baby before I had to run out of the apartment. The baby seemed to sense this and played a fast and furious game of fetch.
I wonder what she did all day while I was out.
Anyway, later when I returned, the baby did a quick dance of joy and then ran to her bone as if to say, "here's where we left off, so here we go!" What could I do but oblige. After our game, the baby and I ate our respective dinners and then we took our evening constitution. However, before we left, I got a call to tell me that the baby's perspective sibling -- the tabby -- had found a forever home. Oh wells. I haven't told the baby yet, I hope she doesn't get too upset.
Goodbye little tabby, I hope you enjoy your new home:
I wonder what she did all day while I was out.
Anyway, later when I returned, the baby did a quick dance of joy and then ran to her bone as if to say, "here's where we left off, so here we go!" What could I do but oblige. After our game, the baby and I ate our respective dinners and then we took our evening constitution. However, before we left, I got a call to tell me that the baby's perspective sibling -- the tabby -- had found a forever home. Oh wells. I haven't told the baby yet, I hope she doesn't get too upset.
Goodbye little tabby, I hope you enjoy your new home:
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Doing the baby walk
So this is where we went. The baby is a wonderful walker and I am very proud of her. Her tail is almost always upright during our walks now. And she always looks to me every couple of steps to check for visual cues as to where we're going, how quickly we're walking, etc. Hard to believe that she used to run away at the first sight of her leash and harness. Nowadays she gets all tail-waggy when I ask her if she wants to go outside. What a great baby.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
B.R. 6/24/08
The baby had a very nice morning and displayed none of the sickly-ness that she did yesterday. We played, she had fun with fetch, and a wonderful breaky. She was very lively and danced about my leggies every time she had the chance. Enn likes to say that this means that the baby's clingy, but I think that this means that she's super swet.
Later in the day when the baby and I took our daily stroll, she was very chipper and kept her tail up high -- almost the entire time even when we passed by other piaps! During our walk the baby and I encountered another little piap with the same name as the baby. Sadly, the baby broke their mutual sniff by taking a little snap at the little yorkie.
Upon our return I had a little surprise for the baby -- we visited two kitties. These two in fact:
The one on the right was the main purpose for our visit. Lately, I've been thinking about getting a little companion for the baby, and since this little kitty happens to be looking for a little companion as well I thought that maybe they might get along. All three were a bit wary of each other, but they were all pretty chill in the end. The tabby and the baby sniffed and checked each other out, and seemed content to be in each other's company. No hissing, no barking, and no growling (ok, maybe a little low growl from the baby but not in a menacing way and not for the entire time, just briefly). Everyone was pretty good. all in all I think it was a good first visit. I was very proud of everyone; and happy that maybe we found the baby a new friend.
Later in the day when the baby and I took our daily stroll, she was very chipper and kept her tail up high -- almost the entire time even when we passed by other piaps! During our walk the baby and I encountered another little piap with the same name as the baby. Sadly, the baby broke their mutual sniff by taking a little snap at the little yorkie.
Upon our return I had a little surprise for the baby -- we visited two kitties. These two in fact:
The one on the right was the main purpose for our visit. Lately, I've been thinking about getting a little companion for the baby, and since this little kitty happens to be looking for a little companion as well I thought that maybe they might get along. All three were a bit wary of each other, but they were all pretty chill in the end. The tabby and the baby sniffed and checked each other out, and seemed content to be in each other's company. No hissing, no barking, and no growling (ok, maybe a little low growl from the baby but not in a menacing way and not for the entire time, just briefly). Everyone was pretty good. all in all I think it was a good first visit. I was very proud of everyone; and happy that maybe we found the baby a new friend.
Monday, June 23, 2008
B.R. 6/23/08
The baby looked somewhat sickly this morning. My first impression of her -- that is after we emerged from the bedroom -- was that she looked very gaunt and not well at all. She looked like she was going to puke, which she did in her throwing-up-in-her-mouth sort of way. Also, she didn't appear interested in playing at all, which was very uncharacteristic of her. I looked her over and nothing looked amiss, other than her sickly appearance. I proceeded to make her breaky and tried to get her attention by blowing the scent of the cooked chickum her way. After breaky, she seemed to regain some of her verve, and we played a short game of fetch.
Later when Enn visited in the afternoon, it was reported that the baby looked rather listless and did not appear very interested in her onigiri (!!!); a fact that I found most troubling. Also, Enn reported that the baby seemed very miserable. I was therefore most eager to return home to ascertain the baby's state for myself. However, all my concerns seemed for naught as the baby was very excited to see me and seemed for all intents and purposes her usual, fun-loving self. That said, I did turn on the a/c which might have eased the baby's discomfort. I also made her some crushed ice which she enjoyed immensely.
After dinner, the baby and I took a break from our usual walking route and instead we went south and took in sights around Carroll Gardens. I think the baby enjoyed the new smells and new piaps we saw along the way. I have to say though that there are a lot more oldies in Carroll Gardens than in Brooklyn Heights. Must be all the hold-overs from the old neighborhood.
Live baby report: The baby is sniffing about as if she's searching for something but can't find what she's looking for. This intense sniffing, poking around thing is turning out to be a regular midnight activity for her as she's been doing it every night about the same time. Sometimes she's a little weirdo.
Later when Enn visited in the afternoon, it was reported that the baby looked rather listless and did not appear very interested in her onigiri (!!!); a fact that I found most troubling. Also, Enn reported that the baby seemed very miserable. I was therefore most eager to return home to ascertain the baby's state for myself. However, all my concerns seemed for naught as the baby was very excited to see me and seemed for all intents and purposes her usual, fun-loving self. That said, I did turn on the a/c which might have eased the baby's discomfort. I also made her some crushed ice which she enjoyed immensely.
After dinner, the baby and I took a break from our usual walking route and instead we went south and took in sights around Carroll Gardens. I think the baby enjoyed the new smells and new piaps we saw along the way. I have to say though that there are a lot more oldies in Carroll Gardens than in Brooklyn Heights. Must be all the hold-overs from the old neighborhood.
Live baby report: The baby is sniffing about as if she's searching for something but can't find what she's looking for. This intense sniffing, poking around thing is turning out to be a regular midnight activity for her as she's been doing it every night about the same time. Sometimes she's a little weirdo.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Crack!
The baby loves crack. No, not this or even this.
But rather...
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She loves to lie in any sort of fissure, and this is exactly what she's been doing all day.
It's impressive that she even managed to get her tail in the crack.
She looks as if she's trying to figure out how to wedge herself in even more.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
B.R. 6/19/08
The baby had her usual morning routine -- jumped on me to be let out, got let out, sun-bathed, greeted me when I got up, sinkled (tho this could've occurred anytime bet. being let out and when I got up), played, ate, yumped, and got sad when I left.
When I returned, we played, she ate, I ate, we got ready for a walk, and got very happy when we finally left to go on our walk. It was kinda cold again so the baby started out wearing a shirt, but once I noticed that she was heating up (tongue out, panting) I took off her shirt much to her delight which she demonstrated by immediately wagging her tail in a most vigorous manner.
Two things of note from our walk:
(1) Some large, LARGE dog we encountered on Henry St. wanted to play with her and refused to budge until the baby was next to her -- so in effect we walked for about two blocks with this LARGE dog. The baby handled herself rather well. That is, she nipped at the LARGE dog when she tried to get too close for the baby's comfort; and then proceeded to try to sniff the LARGE dog's butz when she was ahead of us. The baby's tail, which had started off in a lowered position when the LARGE dog first happened upon us, was up and wagging by the end of the second block.
(2) We had a wonderful game of tag in the park. The thought that I might get dizzy and fall on my face occurred to me since it was rather challenging, optically-speaking, to keep up with the baby. She's surprisingly fast, and it was rather dizzying to follow her in the lowly-lit verdant park as she ran circles around me.
When I returned, we played, she ate, I ate, we got ready for a walk, and got very happy when we finally left to go on our walk. It was kinda cold again so the baby started out wearing a shirt, but once I noticed that she was heating up (tongue out, panting) I took off her shirt much to her delight which she demonstrated by immediately wagging her tail in a most vigorous manner.
Two things of note from our walk:
(1) Some large, LARGE dog we encountered on Henry St. wanted to play with her and refused to budge until the baby was next to her -- so in effect we walked for about two blocks with this LARGE dog. The baby handled herself rather well. That is, she nipped at the LARGE dog when she tried to get too close for the baby's comfort; and then proceeded to try to sniff the LARGE dog's butz when she was ahead of us. The baby's tail, which had started off in a lowered position when the LARGE dog first happened upon us, was up and wagging by the end of the second block.
(2) We had a wonderful game of tag in the park. The thought that I might get dizzy and fall on my face occurred to me since it was rather challenging, optically-speaking, to keep up with the baby. She's surprisingly fast, and it was rather dizzying to follow her in the lowly-lit verdant park as she ran circles around me.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
B.R. 6/18/08
The baby was quite sad this morning when she saw that I was getting ready for work. I think she had expected that I would stay home again. Maybe she thought it was the weekend? After all, I normally stay home two days in a row, i.e. on the weekend, so wouldn't it make sense that I'd stay home again since I did so yesterday? Of course, this logic hinges on the belief that the baby is (1) able to tell one day from another and (2) count. Maybe she does. I mean, she is "the accountant" and is able to account for all her toys. In any case, sometimes I wish she could speak if only I can ask what she's really thinking -- though depending on the topic that could be a scary proposition.
Anyway, by the time we'd gotten ready to take our evening stroll, the weather had changed somewhat so that it was actually a bit chilly out. For that reason, I had the baby put on a shirt to prevent her from catching a chill. And thus ↑
Two notes of interest from our walk this evening. Firstly, the baby and I encountered a miniature dachshund who was about her size named "Lucky" who wanted to say "hi" to the baby while we were on the Promenade. The baby, who is not really into other dogs, did not greet Lucky with open paws but rather snarled which sent Lucky scampering away. I was somewhat e, but the baby, who is normally quite shy/scared around other dogs -- so much so that her tail usually goes from an upright position to a lower, not quite between her leggies position -- seemed quite proud of herself as her tail started wagging manically. This crazed tail-wagging continued until we ran into two slightly larger dogs a few minutes later. Oh well. Secondly, the baby went off-leash! We played tag! In Cadman Plaza! Well, we kinda played tag -- it was basically the baby running in circles around me, daring me to catch her. I wasn't so concerned that she'd bolt and run away, because she always been very good about sticking right by me wherever we go and seems to look to me for security. Also, the park was semi-enclosed so even if she did wander off, she couldn't have wandered off into the street. And, we'd played a version of this type of tag before in the hallways, where she circles me like a piap on crack but will come to me when I tell her to. Anyway, I was v proud of the baby, and she was proud of herself because her tail was upright and wagging both throughout the game and also afterward as we were on our way home. I should mention that for a good period before the game, her tail had been tucked under because some loud trucks and an unexpected garage door had put the fright in her.
Live baby report: She's been trying to get my attention for the past 20 minutes or so, circling my chair and looking at me with her big, wet eyes. Now she's lying next to her bone and pleading with her eyes. I guess we're playing fetch now.
Anyway, by the time we'd gotten ready to take our evening stroll, the weather had changed somewhat so that it was actually a bit chilly out. For that reason, I had the baby put on a shirt to prevent her from catching a chill. And thus ↑Two notes of interest from our walk this evening. Firstly, the baby and I encountered a miniature dachshund who was about her size named "Lucky" who wanted to say "hi" to the baby while we were on the Promenade. The baby, who is not really into other dogs, did not greet Lucky with open paws but rather snarled which sent Lucky scampering away. I was somewhat e, but the baby, who is normally quite shy/scared around other dogs -- so much so that her tail usually goes from an upright position to a lower, not quite between her leggies position -- seemed quite proud of herself as her tail started wagging manically. This crazed tail-wagging continued until we ran into two slightly larger dogs a few minutes later. Oh well. Secondly, the baby went off-leash! We played tag! In Cadman Plaza! Well, we kinda played tag -- it was basically the baby running in circles around me, daring me to catch her. I wasn't so concerned that she'd bolt and run away, because she always been very good about sticking right by me wherever we go and seems to look to me for security. Also, the park was semi-enclosed so even if she did wander off, she couldn't have wandered off into the street. And, we'd played a version of this type of tag before in the hallways, where she circles me like a piap on crack but will come to me when I tell her to. Anyway, I was v proud of the baby, and she was proud of herself because her tail was upright and wagging both throughout the game and also afterward as we were on our way home. I should mention that for a good period before the game, her tail had been tucked under because some loud trucks and an unexpected garage door had put the fright in her.
Live baby report: She's been trying to get my attention for the past 20 minutes or so, circling my chair and looking at me with her big, wet eyes. Now she's lying next to her bone and pleading with her eyes. I guess we're playing fetch now.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
B.R. 6/17/08
The baby had a very eventful day in that I kept her company all day by working from home. I think she was pleasantly surprised, esp. since she had to wait an hour or so from the time she got up to when I finally got out of bed. As we do every morning, we played fetch for a short while, after which I fixed her breaky that she gobbled up. as I am wont to do while she's eating, I snuck off to the b-room to shower. However, I had to interrupt my shower -- I'd just conditioned my hair -- to come out and clean up after the baby who had taken the opportunity to yump. She was confused that i returned to the shower instead of following her out of the b-room for a game of fetch (her spirit is always high after doing her b-room business).
While doing my work, I kept the France-Italy game in the background. I was rooting for les bleus while the baby was rooting for the azzurris so it was rather tense afternoon. Unfortunately for me, France lost and I had to endure the baby's dance of joy for the Italians. Bleh.
The other thing of note during the afternoon was an accident that occurred right outside our building. Sadly for us, we couldn't see anything because it happened on our side of the street. The only thing that we could see were the looks of shock from the pedestrians across the street. And boy, were there a lot of gawkers. Here's a sampling:
Later, after dinner, the baby and I took a lovely stroll around the Heights where we encountered a puppy wearing Pawz, a type of rubber bootie. I see a trip to the pet store in our future.
While doing my work, I kept the France-Italy game in the background. I was rooting for les bleus while the baby was rooting for the azzurris so it was rather tense afternoon. Unfortunately for me, France lost and I had to endure the baby's dance of joy for the Italians. Bleh.
The other thing of note during the afternoon was an accident that occurred right outside our building. Sadly for us, we couldn't see anything because it happened on our side of the street. The only thing that we could see were the looks of shock from the pedestrians across the street. And boy, were there a lot of gawkers. Here's a sampling:
Later, after dinner, the baby and I took a lovely stroll around the Heights where we encountered a puppy wearing Pawz, a type of rubber bootie. I see a trip to the pet store in our future.
Monday, June 16, 2008
B.R. 6/16/08
The baby was very sleepy this morning and it took some efforts to rouse her from her sleep. Every time I woke her up, she would collapse back down and curl up into a little ball. However, when she finally realized that we were going to wake up -- i.e. when I got out of bed and started to move around -- she hopped off of the bed, stood by the door, and looked at me as if to say "what are you waiting for?"
Once she emerged the baby and I played a short game of fetch before digging into a bowl of chickum and kibbles. Afterwards she pranced about a bit trying to get me to play some more, but I was somewhat resistant because she hadn't done her morning sinkle. For this reason I proceeded to ignore her and set about to make myself some breaky. Sure enough, as soon as she saw that my attention was elsewhere the baby ran into the b-room and where she sinkled and yumped. Very good girl. She was rewarded with a vigorous game of fetch.
I think her general sleepiness must've carried on through to the afternoon, because what did I find when I returned home but a little baby who was sitting on the couch looking at amazement that I was home again. Since the weather was about to turn into something nasty and wet, I quickly got the baby outfitted for a stroll and we headed out the door. I had anticipated that we'd probably have to shorten our usual walk since the sky was becoming ever more menacing by the minute, but I didn't realize just how quickly the weather would turn against us. Nonetheless, the baby and I managed to make it this far before the wind got a bit too crazy and I had to carry the baby while walking swiftly home. The baby had been somewhat frightened by the change in weather because all of a sudden the wind was howling, people were running, leaves were flying and the day turned very dark. I think she thought something was chasing her.
Luckily the wind quieted down somewhat, and the baby managed to walk the last block and a half home. Though I think she thought that something was chasing her still because she pretty much ran the entire way home. I'd never seen her move so quickly -- she didn't even mind the dogs we ran past on the way home!
Once she emerged the baby and I played a short game of fetch before digging into a bowl of chickum and kibbles. Afterwards she pranced about a bit trying to get me to play some more, but I was somewhat resistant because she hadn't done her morning sinkle. For this reason I proceeded to ignore her and set about to make myself some breaky. Sure enough, as soon as she saw that my attention was elsewhere the baby ran into the b-room and where she sinkled and yumped. Very good girl. She was rewarded with a vigorous game of fetch.
I think her general sleepiness must've carried on through to the afternoon, because what did I find when I returned home but a little baby who was sitting on the couch looking at amazement that I was home again. Since the weather was about to turn into something nasty and wet, I quickly got the baby outfitted for a stroll and we headed out the door. I had anticipated that we'd probably have to shorten our usual walk since the sky was becoming ever more menacing by the minute, but I didn't realize just how quickly the weather would turn against us. Nonetheless, the baby and I managed to make it this far before the wind got a bit too crazy and I had to carry the baby while walking swiftly home. The baby had been somewhat frightened by the change in weather because all of a sudden the wind was howling, people were running, leaves were flying and the day turned very dark. I think she thought something was chasing her.
Luckily the wind quieted down somewhat, and the baby managed to walk the last block and a half home. Though I think she thought that something was chasing her still because she pretty much ran the entire way home. I'd never seen her move so quickly -- she didn't even mind the dogs we ran past on the way home!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Weekend Revisited
The baby had a moderately exciting weekend. We first started things off with a long walk on late Friday night. She had some minor excitement when a little dog came up to sniff her butz, but the baby's snarling attitude put a quick end to that.
Saturday was somewhat of a disappointment as the weather was hot and humid. The baby had a great big day planned what with dueling fairs at Brooklyn Pride and also the Renegade Craft Fair. But alas, the weather was non-cooperative and a storm ensued just as the baby and I were contemplating heading out. Perhaps we should have just stayed out when she and I left earlier in the day for our weekly jaunt to the local farmer's market. Oh well.
After a disappointing Saturday the baby and I were cheered by a promising change in the weather. It was much cooler today and not so horribly humid. We were to have accompanied Enn to the last day of the Telectroscope; but alas, as soon as the baby, Enn and I stepped out on the sidewalk the sky unloosed great big drops of rain. Seeing how heavily it was raining, we took refuge at bus shelter where I tucked the baby into my bag, unsheathed our umbrellas and returned home. After waiting out the rain, the baby and I chucked the idea of seeing the Telectroscope (since we'd already passed by it several times on our walks) and instead accompanied Enn on a little MTA adventure on the 4/5/6 to visit Ephanie. The baby played at being little stowaway in my bag; but, as one can see, the only thing she managed to hide was her left ear:
Enn wanted to show the baby how she rocks out on Guitar Hero. I think the baby was duly impressed as she couldn't keep her eyes off of Enn. Either that or she was fascinated by the bit of rice hanging off of Enn's shirt.
Saturday was somewhat of a disappointment as the weather was hot and humid. The baby had a great big day planned what with dueling fairs at Brooklyn Pride and also the Renegade Craft Fair. But alas, the weather was non-cooperative and a storm ensued just as the baby and I were contemplating heading out. Perhaps we should have just stayed out when she and I left earlier in the day for our weekly jaunt to the local farmer's market. Oh well.
After a disappointing Saturday the baby and I were cheered by a promising change in the weather. It was much cooler today and not so horribly humid. We were to have accompanied Enn to the last day of the Telectroscope; but alas, as soon as the baby, Enn and I stepped out on the sidewalk the sky unloosed great big drops of rain. Seeing how heavily it was raining, we took refuge at bus shelter where I tucked the baby into my bag, unsheathed our umbrellas and returned home. After waiting out the rain, the baby and I chucked the idea of seeing the Telectroscope (since we'd already passed by it several times on our walks) and instead accompanied Enn on a little MTA adventure on the 4/5/6 to visit Ephanie. The baby played at being little stowaway in my bag; but, as one can see, the only thing she managed to hide was her left ear:
Enn wanted to show the baby how she rocks out on Guitar Hero. I think the baby was duly impressed as she couldn't keep her eyes off of Enn. Either that or she was fascinated by the bit of rice hanging off of Enn's shirt.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
B.R. 6/11/08 (abbrev.)
The baby was actually excited about another dog! Will wonders never cease. On our way out of the building today, the baby and I encountered another little chi -- a sandy-brown, long-haired girl who was maybe 2/3 of the baby's size (so I'm going to guess a little 3.5-4lb teeny pup). Anyway, the baby, who until now has never gotten excited over another piap actually got excited enough tug on her leash as she moseyed with waggy-tailed excitement over to the little pup. Of course her excitement melted when the little long-haired pup got hip to the baby and turned around to do her own sniffing. As soon as the other puppy got interested, the baby backed off. That said, I'm nonetheless encouraged that one day the baby may have her own puppy friends -- so long as they were smaller and calmer than her; a tall order!
Anyway, the baby and I had a nice walk with a slightly different route. It's about 10-15 degrees cooler than the last few nights so that made a big difference. The baby seemed much more enthusiastic throughout the walk, and I wasn't drenched in sweat. Hopefully, this "cool" spell will last or the baby and I will be taking some late evening walks for the next couple of months. She'll probably like that as we'll encounter fewer dogs.
Anyway, the baby and I had a nice walk with a slightly different route. It's about 10-15 degrees cooler than the last few nights so that made a big difference. The baby seemed much more enthusiastic throughout the walk, and I wasn't drenched in sweat. Hopefully, this "cool" spell will last or the baby and I will be taking some late evening walks for the next couple of months. She'll probably like that as we'll encounter fewer dogs.
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