Friday, October 2, 2009

Gravely Fussy

Gary is so patient with Aurora when they go out- when she needs to run around, he's more than happy to spend an hour or two at the park so she can get her run on.

This weekend after our walk to the dollar tree and short toddle around the store, Aurora got fussy. She screamed and fell down on the floor of the store, kicking and wailing. I told the other shoppers that it was because she'd had her flu shot, but it's generally because she wants what she wants NOW, dammit. Sometimes she wants tylenol NOW because her tooth is hurting, also.

So we crossed 82nd and bought some pain reliever from Walgreens, and crossed Holgate to walk home.

Fuss, fuss, fuss.

The school near our house is closed for construction but looky here, it's a cemetary! I erred on the side of caution and kept her from walking over fresh graves, from playing with the toys left on graves, and generally by instilling a sense of Awe and Respect, and she was very happy to get out of the stroller and run about.

Here she is, running hell-bent for a grave that has a sparkly silver pinwheel. No, Smacky! Don't desecrate graves!