On the Brooklyn Children's Museum....

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13. Leave toddler area, wander downstairs, check out the exhibit on accessability. Now, they're closing this exhibit up soon, so it's not in prime condition (for example, the wheelchair by the ramp is missing), but I thought I could check out the exhibit and thus have more to my journal than just ANAPOSTS because they've been dominating lately.

( The Exhibit )

13. Go upstairs, stopping at various exhibits, and finally eat lunch.

14. Change diaper, head home, listen to Ana go "NO NAP!" while thinking that she'll fall asleep once she hits the train.

15. Realize while crossing the street that Ana's head is tilted sideways - she's literally fallen asleep on her feet, and has quite possibly been sleepwalking the past few minutes.

All in all, a good day.

I just had the most absurd conversation with my mom....

I was talking to Jenn on the phone, when she paused, said Mommy was calling her, and then decided not to answer Mommy. Not long after, Mommy called me.

This is why:

Mommy: Hi. Just called to tell you we don't watch Fox news. (she was in her room)
Me: What? It took you this long?
Mommy: I swear, I was just flipping channels...
Me: I mean, why would we want to watch...
Mommy:... and I heard them saying that the people who didn't leave were planning to loot.
Me:... and this is really not necessary. This is why you called?
Mommy: ...which is just...
Me: Well, I'll pass the information on to Jenn.
Mommy: Oh, you're talking to her now?
Me: Yes.
Mommy: Okay. Bye.

Me: *calls Jenn again* She wanted to tell me to tell you not to watch Fox news.
Jenn: Well, that's not really a problem for me, I don't have a TV....
Me: I know.

I'm rather baffled by all of this. Still, I'm glad that even when she's desperate for news, she won't turn that dreck on again. It does get embarassing.

My mother is also upset by the quality of news coverage and reactions in general to this disaster, she says that most people aren't donating like they would if it were richer, whiter people who were caught up in it, and also that the reactions she's hearing aren't caring, they're more like watching a reality show.

And I'm sure if she were posting, she'd tell me to tell you not to donate to the American Red Cross, for reasons other people can explain better than I.

Three loosely connected things that happened to me today...

1. As I was playing with Ana while she was eating her breakfast, I inadverdantly clasped my hands together for a second, causing her to do the same, bend her head, whisper, and say "Amen", followed by inquisitive stares and "bess oatmeal? Connie, bess oatmeal*?" until I told her it was already blessed and she should eat it. I concluded that no, God was not sending me a message, but that she'd picked it up from the Other Grandmother.

However...

2. As I'm walking through the playground with Ana later, leaving, she tries to wander off. After I call her back, and get her to come on one call, without resorting to French, I notice that I'm singing under my breath. What am I singing? "Here's a llama, there's a llama..." I concluded that I'm very geeky.

However...

3. As I'm playing around on my New Pennywhistle, which I'm very proud of, I notice that I'm playing a particular tune. Yes, the llama song. Now I conclude that 1. I'm very geeky and 2. God is sending me a message. That message is either "you're very geeky" or, possibly, "I'm a llama". Or it could be "stop posting stupid things in LiveJournal", but that's a rather opaque way to send the message, don't you think?

*_{I really am prejudiced, and I apologise. Instead of thinking this was heartbreakingly cute, I thought it was vaguely creepy. AND heartbreakingly cute. But still, vaguely creepy. What can I say, I wasn't exactly raised to trust religion over here, though my dad *did* try... kindasorta... Well, he meant to try, anyway, but he had his own prejudices to work through.}

Postscript: I really am very geeky. When we change Ana's diaper, we tell her to lift her butt, and she'll repeat the phrase for a while "Butt? Butt-butt? Butt!" which, of course, now brings Delenn to my mind, gee, thanks... And I curse in either languages I don't speak or by saying "frak". I fear I'm warping Ana's little mind. Poor dear.