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Jul. 16th, 2010 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tropeBonzo has gotten the point of gifting. Tonight in the bath, he wrapped up a cup with a lid in a ratty old washcloth and said, "It's a present for Daddy! It will be surprising and he will really like it! It's a surprise! It's a present! It's just what he wants!"
We called in Daddy to unwrap the present, and lo, he was pleased. It was liquid nitrogen ice cream! And then we all made the ice-cream-making noise (this comes complete with hand motions). We also all played hide and seek, then Bonzo offered to help me find my lost earring. He's just so darn cute, so articulate, so reasonable, that when he falls on the ground yelling in a tantrum he shocks me every time. But we've all been mellow the last few weeks, which is a treat.
I'm considering a preschool that's right next to work, which would involve me and Bonzo taking the train together five days a week. What do you think, internets? He's confirmed in a spot. We would start in September. Our other choice is right next to C's work. Both of these places refuse to call C, apparently because he has a penis or something, and are calling me as the decisionmaker of the toddler. Err, preschooler. So I guess this is up to me? (gulp)
We called in Daddy to unwrap the present, and lo, he was pleased. It was liquid nitrogen ice cream! And then we all made the ice-cream-making noise (this comes complete with hand motions). We also all played hide and seek, then Bonzo offered to help me find my lost earring. He's just so darn cute, so articulate, so reasonable, that when he falls on the ground yelling in a tantrum he shocks me every time. But we've all been mellow the last few weeks, which is a treat.
I'm considering a preschool that's right next to work, which would involve me and Bonzo taking the train together five days a week. What do you think, internets? He's confirmed in a spot. We would start in September. Our other choice is right next to C's work. Both of these places refuse to call C, apparently because he has a penis or something, and are calling me as the decisionmaker of the toddler. Err, preschooler. So I guess this is up to me? (gulp)
