the_blig (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_blig) wrote,@ 2008-04-08 09:38:00 |
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Great, she's gonna be a paramedic...
Gracie's latest achievement is mastering the art of the belly flop.
I take no responsibility for this whatsoever.
But it's great fun to watch her clamber onto the bed, wiggle to be sure her weight's set properly, and yell "WOP!!" as she topples.
The other Great Baby (mis?)Adventure was yesterday's bird rescue. We were out walking when we found a mockingbird trapped on somebody's screened porch. I carefully explained that we couldn't chase the bird, and she couldn't try to pet him because "he gets scared easily, just like Bo". (Having a semi-feral rescue cat has done an amazing amount toward teaching her some empathy.) So I told her we would have to find somebody at the apartment office to get the bird out of the porch "so he can go home".
Gracie CHARGED off to the apartment offices, burst into the office, and told the manager at great speed and volume about the bird who was trapped in the porch, and how he was scared and stuck and needed to go home. I could pick out about one word in three; the poor manager got lost after "birdie". As best I can transcribe it, it went "bliggle bliggle birdie stuck bliggle LOUD URGENT bliggle, birdie scared, bliggle we have to save the birdie!!"
So the manager and I duly reassured her and we went back home, accompanied by the imaginary brown dog that's been showing up for most of our walks lately. ("I see a bown dog." "Where?" "In the tree.") She told Husband Unit all about her bird-rescuing adventures (thankfully at a slower speed) and eventually went to sleep, still very proud of herself.
Gracie's latest achievement is mastering the art of the belly flop.
I take no responsibility for this whatsoever.
But it's great fun to watch her clamber onto the bed, wiggle to be sure her weight's set properly, and yell "WOP!!" as she topples.
The other Great Baby (mis?)Adventure was yesterday's bird rescue. We were out walking when we found a mockingbird trapped on somebody's screened porch. I carefully explained that we couldn't chase the bird, and she couldn't try to pet him because "he gets scared easily, just like Bo". (Having a semi-feral rescue cat has done an amazing amount toward teaching her some empathy.) So I told her we would have to find somebody at the apartment office to get the bird out of the porch "so he can go home".
Gracie CHARGED off to the apartment offices, burst into the office, and told the manager at great speed and volume about the bird who was trapped in the porch, and how he was scared and stuck and needed to go home. I could pick out about one word in three; the poor manager got lost after "birdie". As best I can transcribe it, it went "bliggle bliggle birdie stuck bliggle LOUD URGENT bliggle, birdie scared, bliggle we have to save the birdie!!"
So the manager and I duly reassured her and we went back home, accompanied by the imaginary brown dog that's been showing up for most of our walks lately. ("I see a bown dog." "Where?" "In the tree.") She told Husband Unit all about her bird-rescuing adventures (thankfully at a slower speed) and eventually went to sleep, still very proud of herself.
