| June 26, 2000 Zoos and DVD's |
 I need a haircut. Badly. |
Cycle 8, Day 31, 10 dpo Temp: 98.0 Cervical Mucus: None Cervix: Low, closed, firm |
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Storytime is in half an hour. It's the last two-year-olds class until September, or possibly much later, since we're not sure if we're going to be able to continue having storytimes in the fall when building construction is in full swing. I suppose if we could convince the board that every preschooler would be content to wear a hard-hat... But no. It's very possible that the next time I see many of these kids, they'll be grown almost beyond recognition. I'm actually really sad about that. The parents will be sad, too, since there aren't all that many activities for the under-three set in this town. To celebrate, I'm reading them From Head to Toe, by Eric Carle, which they simply adore. I get a huge kick out of seeing their solemn little faces as they imitate the various wild animals, as if accuracy was vital to the moment. By the time they reach three, it's a silly game; at two, it's serious business. I think that's why working with the two-year-olds is such a special treat. The older kids, even as preschoolers, know the routine. The stories and songs may change, but they've got the rhythm down pat, and they always try to be one step ahead of the leader, crying out, "I already know this story!" or suggesting their favorite dances. With the tiniest kids, everything is utterly brand new; their eyes are huge as I turn the pages, and they laugh out loud with surprise when they happen to know one of the songs we sing. Viewing the experience through their eyes, I feel fresh and exciting. How rare an opportunity! As for the rest of the day, we've been quite busy, though that's nothing new. Dozens of reading logs, dozens of little girls asking for book recommendations, dozens of little boys asking for the location of the Pokemon books. My head began to ache tremendously a few hours ago, but it abated with a large glass of water. Perhaps I am prone toward dehydration these days; it has been quite hot, as June is wont to be. |
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On Saturday, we decided to go to the zoo. Unexpectedly, it was open for extended hours, so we spent many hours there, mostly hanging out in the Hippoquarium. Eric is a huge fan of the hippos, so we parked ourselves on a bench, sat back, and watched as they floated back and forth in front of the glass. I never cease to be amazed that something so large and ungainly-looking can be so graceful underwater; one of the zoo's three hippos (the mother, I think; the zoo owns a mating pair and their child) performed several underwater rolls that sent the watching children into ecstasy. Their glee at the hippo's tricks reached its peak a few moments later, however, when the father hippo decided to mark his territory by voiding. As it happens, hippopotamuses fan their tails upon, well, jettisoning, thus spreading the joy about their surroundings. This particular hippo was pressed, rear first, against the glass at the time. You can imagine the beauty of the moment. On the whole, it was a lovely day, despite the occasional sprinkle of rain that sent us toward the indoor exhibits. I was quite amazed at the number of people who had elected to bring their small, even newborn, children out to the zoo on such a hot day. Those who were also accompanied by older children were easily explained, but I even saw a mother of infant triplets who'd apparently come without other kids. The infants were uninterested in the animals; they wanted something to drink, and they wanted shade. Eric and I were unable to come up with a reason as to why the parents had shelled out the dough on a day like that, when it was obvious that there was no juvenile begging involved and the babies were so patently miserable. If they wanted to get out of the house, wouldn't a trip to the park have sufficed and been much less expensive? On Sunday, we bought a DVD player. Yes, we're leaping headlong into the twentieth century. Unfortunately, our decision to buy the player was much more easily accomplished than the decision as to what movies to get. ERIC: Pulp Fiction? Why do you want that? We ended up with Willy Wonka and The Mummy, both of which seemed to mildly satisfy Eric, at least moderately. Happy moments were spent as Eric learned to operate the newest member of our collection of remote controls. Hopefully, this will turn out to be a wise investment, and we'll actually begin to purchase movies. |
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Odd questions that I've been asked today:
At my last training session, we discussed public perception of librarians, and how we're often regarded as wizards who know all and have read all. If only I actually knew half of what is attributed to me simply by the nature of my position! |
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Eric made his follow-up appointment for July seventh. I forgot to tell him to ask whether or not another "sample" would be taken then, and, therefore, whether or not he should abstain from sex that week; he'll have to call back tomorrow, I suppose. We found a really scary book about the different procedures and treatments for male infertility that had Eric shaking a bit. I hugged him tight. Maybe we won't need any of that frightening stuff. Maybe it will be a simple fix. Maybe I should hug him more often. Comments? |
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