The Long Weekend Past
Our Fourth of July weekend started off with a bang on the third when Danaan threw herself over the back of a chair and smashed her face, resulting in blood, cuts, and a moved tooth. Oh, and she found broken glass and cut her hands, because she's good at this sort of thing. After an emergency phone call to our Philadelphia dentist (after hours because we're an hour behind), we were given a list of things to watch for and told to put her on soft foods. This made the weekend interesting because of Danaan's limited ability to eat. So, when we failed to shop for food and decided to go out to dinner prior to fireworks, we failed to find a restaurant with soft foods that a damaged child could eat. In fact, we failed to find open restaurants in general. Apparently, in Oak Park, restaurants are closed on the Fourth of July. Are they in other places? We ended up a very expensive Mexican restaurant which may have been the only open restaurant in Oak Park where Danaan decided that she was going to eat hard chips with her damaged mouth.
The fireworks were good. Nobody got scared, so we didn't have to leave early. Despite sulfurous air and explosions going off into the wee hours of the morning, Libby did not start vomiting. We were worried about it since she's done it in the past and required visits to the emergency vet on the Fifth.
Our house electric is now fixed, but the car electric is now broken. This means that I spent all Saturday at the dealer (because other mechanics refused to look at the car) while they tried to figure out why our car alarm goes off spontaneously, the clock will reset itself randomly, the car will beep and report that the lift gate is open, the door locks will whir, but not lock (and do this while nobody is touching the locking mechanism), and the car alarm will sound whenever I unlock the car. Unfortunately, after $800 of replacements/repair, the dealer couldn't figure it out because our car still does all of these things, but we've stopped turning on the alarm because the cops woke us up at 2am one night to tell us that our car alarm was going off. It is really disorienting to be woken up by cops at 2am telling you that your car alarm is going off, but that they can't reach your car because it is inside your locked garage. And, bonus, I discovered yesterday in the driving rain that our rear windshield wiper has ceased to work as well. However, given that we can't figure out what is broken, we have to live with a psycho car. I'm hoping we can buy a Prius and then the psycho car will be
bumblepudding's problem.
I keep waking up at night because I think Danaan is crying, but really it is cats having sex. I've noticed a lot of cats outdoors in our new neighborhood. This bothers me because I think of all the kittens that will be born. We never heard yowling cats in Philadelphia. I guess the weather here is nicer because we're keeping our windows open more.
On the other hand, our "I have no friends" son has discovered the joys of playing with the neighbors and is going over to play instead of being anti-social and staying home. I hope he doesn't become a pest. I never really believed his teachers when they said that he was very popular with the rest of the kids in his class since he never wanted birthday parties and says that he prefers to play by himself during recess. He even had girls over while we were cleaning the miniature maples out of our gutter. I never did get a picture of the forest.
The fireworks were good. Nobody got scared, so we didn't have to leave early. Despite sulfurous air and explosions going off into the wee hours of the morning, Libby did not start vomiting. We were worried about it since she's done it in the past and required visits to the emergency vet on the Fifth.
Our house electric is now fixed, but the car electric is now broken. This means that I spent all Saturday at the dealer (because other mechanics refused to look at the car) while they tried to figure out why our car alarm goes off spontaneously, the clock will reset itself randomly, the car will beep and report that the lift gate is open, the door locks will whir, but not lock (and do this while nobody is touching the locking mechanism), and the car alarm will sound whenever I unlock the car. Unfortunately, after $800 of replacements/repair, the dealer couldn't figure it out because our car still does all of these things, but we've stopped turning on the alarm because the cops woke us up at 2am one night to tell us that our car alarm was going off. It is really disorienting to be woken up by cops at 2am telling you that your car alarm is going off, but that they can't reach your car because it is inside your locked garage. And, bonus, I discovered yesterday in the driving rain that our rear windshield wiper has ceased to work as well. However, given that we can't figure out what is broken, we have to live with a psycho car. I'm hoping we can buy a Prius and then the psycho car will be
bumblepudding's problem.
I keep waking up at night because I think Danaan is crying, but really it is cats having sex. I've noticed a lot of cats outdoors in our new neighborhood. This bothers me because I think of all the kittens that will be born. We never heard yowling cats in Philadelphia. I guess the weather here is nicer because we're keeping our windows open more.
On the other hand, our "I have no friends" son has discovered the joys of playing with the neighbors and is going over to play instead of being anti-social and staying home. I hope he doesn't become a pest. I never really believed his teachers when they said that he was very popular with the rest of the kids in his class since he never wanted birthday parties and says that he prefers to play by himself during recess. He even had girls over while we were cleaning the miniature maples out of our gutter. I never did get a picture of the forest.