bye bye birdie It's hotsville over here, and pudgy buns (meaning the baby, although that moniker could apply to anyone in this household) is sleeping sprawled out in her diaper, with flushed cheeks and heat rash. Well, vacation was interesting. We went camping in the Soap Lake area, which is beautiful. Juniper was pretty happy with the idea of being outside ALL THE TIME, as it is one of her favorite things, along with being naked and taking baths. However, she got a little confused and apprehensive when bedtime started rolling around and, hey, Mom? We're still outside. What's going on. Mom? Goddamit, Mom! This isn't right! But once I got her in the tent and she spent a while looking around and reassuring herself that yes, indeed, there were four walls and a ceiling of sorts, she did settle down and go to sleep. It did get quite cold, but I think I curled up around her tightly enough. She was like a little piggy in a mommy blanket. There was an incident when we, for some reason, were feeding the resident campground seagulls rice cakes and I saw something plummet, fluttering, out of a nearby cottonwood. One of the seagulls saw it and flew over to attack and I, being the bleedingheart liberal tree-hugging cow-liberating fuckwad that I am, ran over and scared the seagull away from it- it was a poor, baby robin that couldn't fly yet. I picked him up and sat there looking at the poor creature, wondering what the hell I was going to do now. If we had been near civilization I could have bought baby bird formula and a feeding syringe, but we were pretty far away from any fully-stocked pet store. Was I going to chew up worms for him? I thought about regurgitating some soy dogs or beef jerky into his wide, yellow mouth, but I figured these foods would probably give the poor fellow gas, at the very least. And was I going to cuddle up with him in the tent at night? Not likely. So hubby went and deposited him kindly in the nearby brush, where the seagulls unfortunately found him, and I won't describe the ensuing scene. Goodbye, dear birdie, we loved you well, you were a better man than Ronald Reagan. I will finish this later, but I will say that Juniper has her first tooth! |