Moomin all excited over pirate store, but then fell asleep in the car on the way there, at like 3:30... and was groggy and miserable and demanded to go home all the way through the pirate store. Dammit! He liked the drawers and especially the music box innards and the trap doors and the fish. I have the feeling that though he was grouchy he will be talking about it for a while.
We took his new glider-rubber-band-launching airplane to Dol0res Park ... ran into beccastar on the way there and tagged along with her and her dog. It was nice to run into someone I sort-of-blog-know (though, one way). Her film projects sound cool and when they are up on her web site I'll link to them!
Moomin hugged her dog. He is over his fear of dogs! And he flew the airplane and loved the boat thing. We walked all the way up the hill for him to climb the very gnarled twisty low trees that are easy to climb. For a really long time he pretended to be a squirrel and sat there talking in a squirrel voice about how the city and the dogs and the park and the trains going by and everything were all so beautiful. He is so cool!
Then we pretended he was a Crime solving tree-climbing detective dog. He crawled across the bridge from the park to church st. while looking for clues. I think it took us 20 minutes to go across that bridge.
Also keep in mind he had on his "black fox" outfit, which is the black turtleneck, black pants, and... newly... wraparound sunglasses. Crawling across the bridge. He looked like an insane midget beatnik. I will post photos tomorrow.
did I mention that I walked about one zillion miles in the hilly part of the city while pushing Moomin?! I overestimated my own stamina - and underestimated the distance to everything... and forgot where the hills were...
A gift shop... a light-up necklace, pink... sushi in a warm restaurant with no hills.. suddenly realized I was utterly brain dead. Editorial meeting... there was no smart-Badger left... Hmmm!
In the pirate store and at dinner and the park and the meeting I kept feeling like people were thinking I am an awful parent for hauling my kid all over creation and not having a better dinner for him than rice or ignoring him while I lamely try to suggest ideas about why magical r3alism sucks and should be mocked. Moomin laid on the floor and played with bristleblocks and hamtaros (bijou, the femmiest ham-ham, in a spaceship, with guns, shooting invisible tie-fighters!) I thought of how I got dragged along behind my mom to 8 zillion boring-ass errands where I would just sit in the car reading if not forced into wherever it was. (The fate of everyone, I know.) At least he gets to be bored in cosy cafes while being stuffed with cookies. And... perhaps shamefully, rice, fruit, cookies, and being slightly ignored is often his dinner experience whether he is out on the town or at home here with us...
He had a blast with Leeann, who made fascinating fart jokes, talks about aliens, and by some miracle, persuaded him that eating a soybean would be "cool". He spit it out, but still. That was amazing!
I should be getting in the car right now to pick up Rook but I am toasted... my knee hurts.. I have cramps still, or again, or something... I keep having flashbacks to early labor. My sweetest rook is going to be dissed in a cab. But I think better a cab than me dying in my truck on the way to the airport. Also I just realized my truck is stupidly full of wet junk that I loaded into it to go to the dump and then it got rained on again last night. So... putting his luggage back there amidst the moldy old clthes and cardboard boxes....
Pilot and Acrobat are asleep and I have no heart to try to leave Moomin with them... there's no way i'm waking them up... Moomin coughing, not realy asleep.. Rook is hosed. Aaaa! forgive me for not sentimentally swooping down with my chariot to bring you home, Rook!!!