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.