"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        


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