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Keeping it cool

June 17, 2009
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My little girl woke up today at 7:14 AM. Nothing very different about that. And as much as I try NOT to do this, like every other morning, I snuggled up in the corner of the couch and dozed for another half and hour while she snacked on goldfish and watched Pocoyo. (He’s our new favorite, she could care less about all the other morning cartoons.)

Around quarter to 8 I got up to make coffee. After all, we had a big morning: a doctor’s appointment. While my husband hemmed and hawed about whether or not he should go with us to talk to the specialist about our duaghter’s ears, I took a shower and got myself (and breakfast) ready. It wasn’t even 8:20 AM, barely an HOUR after my DD woke up, that she was standing at the door and whining to go out. Not that it’s bad, though her whining does make for a bit more stressful morning. I love it that she would rather be outside than watching cartoons. That is wonderful. But what do you do with an outdoorsy girl in concrete paradise?

As I mentioned before we had to go to the doctor’s office. Everything went well, though she apparently has mucous in her ear (it’s the first time I’ve heard anyone say that about an ear). A rarity in the city we live in, with the public health care we live in, we were in and out in 20 minutes. Genius. Now to go all the way downtown, by subway to get that one product, that one American product that I can’t live without, that is only sold in one store on the other side of town.

She did well, except that the city we live in has so many little parks that by the time we plunged into the underworld, she was getting pretty upset. Not to worry, there were old men to flirt with on the subway and mama was smart enough to pack a snack, too!

Lucky for us we got back home just as the sun was really starting to beat down. It was just getting to the burning sensation on your skin. The one you get in the middle of the desert or concrete. I was smart enough to let her walk home from the subway in order to tire her out, even though it made for a long walk home. She played (finally, she thought) on the playground for 15 minutes, then was ready for lunch and a nap.

Now the sun is at it’s utmost strongest and even though our apartment faces northwest, and at the moment has no direct sunlight, I am ready to get in an ice cold shower and it looks like she is too. I picked her out of her crib just a minute ago and her hair and t-shirt are sopping from her sweat. And yet she asks me right away to go outside. Even brings me her bathing suit as though to say, “Fine, we don’t have to play, but let’s at least go to the pool.”

But until she can understand terms like “sunburn” and “skin cancer” I’m going to have to distract her and keep her inside for another two hours. Looks like my old computer is doing the trick. Ah, like mother, like daughter.

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