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Aug. 11th, 2009 10:07 pmBonzo was three-quarters asleep tonight when he stirred, looked up at me, and said, "Hey Mommy?" (Yes, dear?) "I'm strong." Yes, I told him, he was a strong little boy. He was asleep not five minutes after.
What was that? I'll be lucky if I ever find out.
Today was a great birthday--there is nothing like Facebook for making a girl feel noticed and loved. And, of course, there's nothing like chocolate cake, farmer's market flowers, sweet cards that say M OM, or lovely phone calls from family and my dearest friends. What an awesome day.
Work was busy today, however, and I didn't get nearly as much time to play around downtown as I had hoped for. (My lunch plans, in fact, were entirely borked, so it's lucky that I didn't make a date with anybody else.) I did wander past that new fabric sculpture on my way out of downtown, and found a ticket for the Art Institute intact with today's date on it. The museum had already closed at that point, so I stuffed the ticket in my pocket, and then decided I should rewrite the day's activities. So, in my head, here's what I did with my day:
Latte at Intelligentsia
Cultural Center exhibits
Clothes shopping (where I found the perfect slinky top to wear to my party and two more work outfits)
Lunch at Wow Bao (why do I love this place? I just do)
Loopy
Art Institute wandering, plus some knitting in a sunbeam on the patio atop the Modern Wing
Bonzo arrives downtown (how? work on this...) and we go home together on the train.
In actual fact, the day looked more like work-coffee-meeting meeting meeting-late lunch-Architecture Foundation for validation-phone meeting phone meeting-VIP crisis-email misunderstanding-more work-OMG crisis!-traffic jam-daycare-home.
The very best part of either day was Bonzo "tackling" me ("Mommy, lay down!!") and making me lift him up with my feet, then climbing on my stomach and zerberting my chin and my nose. I laughed so hard I couldn't talk, and he drooled in my nose. Before I met this kid, I never would have known that that would be any sort of fun, much less the best part of a great week. He's a learning experience, that one.
What was that? I'll be lucky if I ever find out.
Today was a great birthday--there is nothing like Facebook for making a girl feel noticed and loved. And, of course, there's nothing like chocolate cake, farmer's market flowers, sweet cards that say M OM, or lovely phone calls from family and my dearest friends. What an awesome day.
Work was busy today, however, and I didn't get nearly as much time to play around downtown as I had hoped for. (My lunch plans, in fact, were entirely borked, so it's lucky that I didn't make a date with anybody else.) I did wander past that new fabric sculpture on my way out of downtown, and found a ticket for the Art Institute intact with today's date on it. The museum had already closed at that point, so I stuffed the ticket in my pocket, and then decided I should rewrite the day's activities. So, in my head, here's what I did with my day:
Latte at Intelligentsia
Cultural Center exhibits
Clothes shopping (where I found the perfect slinky top to wear to my party and two more work outfits)
Lunch at Wow Bao (why do I love this place? I just do)
Loopy
Art Institute wandering, plus some knitting in a sunbeam on the patio atop the Modern Wing
Bonzo arrives downtown (how? work on this...) and we go home together on the train.
In actual fact, the day looked more like work-coffee-meeting meeting meeting-late lunch-Architecture Foundation for validation-phone meeting phone meeting-VIP crisis-email misunderstanding-more work-OMG crisis!-traffic jam-daycare-home.
The very best part of either day was Bonzo "tackling" me ("Mommy, lay down!!") and making me lift him up with my feet, then climbing on my stomach and zerberting my chin and my nose. I laughed so hard I couldn't talk, and he drooled in my nose. Before I met this kid, I never would have known that that would be any sort of fun, much less the best part of a great week. He's a learning experience, that one.
