"Da-doe"
is Magnus' new word for tractor. We're getting
closer to speaking everyday.
I'm sorry
I have not been able to keep up with the blog. The Bü has kept me running.
For instance, today we had a vet appointment for our million dollar cat (not
quite a million, more like $3,000 and counting) who managed to burst a blood
vessel while scratching his own ear. While waiting at the clinic among other
clients (who likely do not have children as that would get in the way of their
time with their cats. I'm not kidding. People in this town are whacked when it
comes to their pets.) Magnus managed to pick up the cat carrier and shake it six
or seven times, approach other cat carriers, play with all of the toys (and
spread them about the waiting room) return to the carrier, pat it and when I
thought he was finally getting it, picked it up again. He had only one
conniption, disappointing in its volume (I was sincerely hoping that a real fit
would get us into a room and out of there more quickly) but figured out the
Dutch door and all of the non childproof cabinets in the room we finally got.
And then, because he had a flu shot yesterday, he had a screaming fit when the
vet finally came. Then on the way out, while I'm waiting to pay the bill (I
swear, there were fifty keystrokes for each letter of my name), managed to run
down the hall and into a room where another sad-faced couple were waiting for
the vet. Finally the bill is ready and someone gives us a coloring book (sans
crayons) on our way out the door.
But
they said he was the best behaved kid they had seen in a long time. I have no
idea if they were saying this to make me feel better. Generally, compliments
like this mean little from youngish people just out of high school who equate
having children with meeting the anti-christ (sorry to my parents for the
reference, but it's true.) But if they did mean it, what could they possibly
expect? Keep me waiting for 45 minutes for my fricking appointment and my
attitude will be the mean side of impatient. And I have nearly 37 years of late
appointments behind me.
Posted: Thu - October 13, 2005 at 11:30 AM