I’m still feeling suboptimal, but the cold seems to be just hovering, poised to strike when I least expect it. Or something. It hasn’t gone into full-blown mode yet (and hopefully will decide not to). So yesterday I was sort of zoning out, pondering what to do to keep the little man occupied. We’d already engaged in some low-key activities like painting, and obtaining the materials to create his Halloween costume. I was saved by the bell when our neighbor called. She’d taken time off from work to spend with her daughter over MEA, and wanted to know if we’d care to join them…for a visit to Lookout Ridge, an indoor playground in the burbs. I was a little leery. It’s a place we enjoy, but was bound to be packed. Suprisingly it wasn’t nearly as crowded as I’d expected. And the kids had a blast, running around full-bore for an hour-and-a-half, until they were looking pretty worn out. They got their second winds, though, when we popped into an upscale grocery store on the way home. The place had an abundance of kid-sized grocery carts, but when our kids put them to use we were subjected to many a raised eyebrow and more than a few dirty looks. Stupid suburbs. Thankfully the kids didn’t notice and had almost as much fun there as they’d had at the playground. With his energy reserves well spent, the little man and I had a quiet enough evening, but for some reason he didn’t sleep well last night. He woke up several times in the night. It used to be I could put him back to sleep by rubbing his back, or, if need be, by taking him into my bed and that would be that. Times have changed. Last night he stumbled into the computer room, fell onto the futon, and demanded that I pull up a web page I’d showed him earlier in the day. A product of his environment? Hmmm. The web page in question was full of photos of…a chihauhau. A dog he’d no doubt be allergic to in real life (as he is allergic to many dogs) but can admire from afar, on mommy’s computer, in the middle of the night.
