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May '09

Buy buy buy kill kill kill

Now that Wes is into being outdoors and likes climbing and playing, I’ve been trying to find a second-hand plastic playset for our backyard, one that includes a little slide and some stairs for him to practice climbing. I’ve been checking the KSL classifieds online (they get more traffic than Craigslist).

It’s exhausting trying to find what you want. Once those playsets are listed online they’re gone in a snap. Yesterday I logged on and saw a Little Tikes one for just $25. The ad had been posted for 24 minutes, so I thought I might have a chance. I grabbed the phone, made the call, and was told they already had five offers and someone was on their way to look at the item.

Seriously? Five offers in 24 minutes? Make that six offers, counting my own.

So now I’m starting to feel twitchy and compulsive, keeping the classifieds open all day long and refreshing the page every five minutes. It’s like every other parent Out There is the enemy, bent upon swooping in and buying all the playsets whether they need them or not. They probably don’t even have kids and just want to horde them in their basements for the sheer thrill of knowing I can’t have them.

I’d better find something soon, otherwise I’ll need medical treatment for high blood pressure and possibly acute paranoia.

May '09

Another First

Wes got his first bloody nose today, poor guy. He biffed it, nose-first, on the cement porch floor. When I retrieved him and saw blood dripping onto the cement I was scared he had lost his first (and only) tooth. Then I saw his nose and the blood pouring out.

Thankfully it was evening and John was home. When he saw Wes, John gathered him in his arms and helped him stop crying (which took a little while). John’s cotton polo shirt was remarkably absorbent and helped sop up Wesley’s messy face.

We gave him a bottle, which he happily drank, and than some Tylenol, just in case. After fifteen minutes he was back to climbing all over the furniture and us, and for the rest of the night you’d never have know he biffed it earlier.