morning constitution

[gfrancie]

Today I went on a walk with Senor Onion and we passed by a house that had a sign that said, "No soliciting". I suddenly remembered when I was eight I had learned that one definition for soliciting had to do with prostitution. (I had recently read "Auntie Mame" where the word was mentioned and I couldn't find the meaning in my children's dictionary so I looked it up in another dictionary) So one day I was walking home and I noticed a few homes on one block had signs that said, "no soliciting" and I remember thinking, "Woah. Is prostitution a real problem around here?" What kind of weird town is this?"

When we came home from our walk I realized that Senor Onion's little stuffed animal Baby Curls was missing. I was removing him from his stroller and I said, "Oh Noes! Where is Baby Curls?" I half-expected dramatic music to follow after I spoke. I put Alex on my hip and back-tracked and thankfully found Baby Curls just one block away.

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For local folks, the people who brought Seattle, Blue C sushi are opening a Japanese-style noodle house. Nothing like a big ol' bowl of noodles.

This weekend I need to go to the Pike Place Market and load up on a few staples. I should make someone go with me.

Comments

[bliss-street.livejournal.com]

Blue Dog was our daughter's Baby Curls equivalent. Once it was clear that it was the little stuffed toy she was extremely attached to, we went out and bought three more. Just in case.

[carrieann.livejournal.com]

Very wise. Our daughter lost her little stuffed purple Baby (simply named as such, by our daughter) while she and I were taking a walk and running errands on my birthday last year. I back-tracked as soon as I made the discovery upon returning home, and made numerous phone calls to the places we'd been to, but it was never located. Of course I felt like the worst mother, ever, considering she carried it everywhere and slept with it, and it was the first purchase I made before she was born.

Since it was purchased prior to her birth, I was unfortunately unable to locate any remotely local replacements online or in-store. No one seemed to carry it. After some more online digging, her dad and I found a shop in England that carried the baby dolls, and we explained the situation to the owner. He took it upon himself to not only send our replacement Baby, but to write a letter as if it were from her Baby, saying that she had traveled to England on holiday but missed our daughter terribly and was glad to be home. We even ordered another (in a different color, to complete the set of three) and he included in the letter that this new baby was a friend that her beloved Baby had met while traveling. I seriously wanted to fly there and hug that man. Cue the warm fuzzy feelings upon the package's arrival and their reunion.

At first, I felt like nothing could truly replace the original and was still a bit saddened. But then I saw how she didn't even know the difference and most likely didn't care one bit, she was just happy to have her friend to snuggle and hold. Sometimes I think we, as parents, are secretly more attached to these things than our children.

[carrieann.livejournal.com]

I admit that I put up a shiny red No Soliciting sign after getting daily visits from people selling magazine subscriptions (Yes, I'm a pushover. Yes, I'll be receiving Shape and Vogue for the next three years.), preaching about Jaysus, and gathering signatures on whatever their Cause O' The Moment happened to be. It's actually worked quite well and I can't recall the last time someone knocked on our door for something - though I do feel a bit grinchy since I didn't much mind the smaller people attempting to fund raise for school functions.

Oh, I'm glad you were able to locate Baby Curls. Silly as it is, I still have twinges of guilt from when Molly's beloved purple Baby went missing, even though the replacement story has made for a special memory.

My sushi cravings are reaching unavoidable levels. Seriously need to rectify this, soon.

the market

[sarahparah.livejournal.com]

Ooh! ooh! Pick me! Pick me!

Re: the market

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

I pick you!

[meganbnl.livejournal.com]

I'd gladly go to the Market with you if I, you know, like, lived in Seattle. ;)

I think I was about the same age when I first read Auntie Mame...still and forever one of my favorite books.

[freudian-slip.livejournal.com]

ugh, i can't stand blue c sushi.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

You can't stand anything. You are an old man. Next you will talk about the good ol' days when you walked to school in a blizzard. Uphill both ways and you ate dirt sandwiches for lunch. Now go back to your bridge game.

[cjhm.livejournal.com]

This made me snort! I'm glad Baby Curls found the way home - my oldest daughter had a Dolly Clown who got lost on occasion - it was very dramatic.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Baby Curls likes to traumatize me.

[sallysimpleton.livejournal.com]

Woah. Is prostitution a real problem around here?" What kind of weird town is this?

HAHA! Reminds me of my own wacky childhood explanations of the world that had to be discarded at some point.

And also, I was so excited to read that bit about the noodle shop this morning--when I was travelling there, some of my favorite japanese meals were in the ramen shops. We certainly don't have our share here. I'd been planning to spread the news as well.

[cigale.livejournal.com]

You must have been one cool little girl! I am pretty sure I would not have registered the soliciting and prostitution connection at 8!!! even with a dictionary.

When I was visiting my friends, they had 3 identical bunnies for their kid. It became useful when he puked all over one, noone wants a sick kid without his fav comfort toy! So I am glad you found Baby Curls.