September 4th, 2006


We went to Bumbershoot today, and Teddy played in the (dry part) of the fountain, practicing dealing with slopes. He skinned his knee pretty good, and I was quite shocked to realize we could (a) clean it (water bottle) and (b) bandage it (band-aids in my wallet -- I am always surprised to find these in my wallet). It almost looked like we were competent parents who care about our baby effectively.

He took a nap in the jogging stroller (which we are very glad we had the presence of mind to bring). We heard a little music. There was no book fair that we could find. R. saw the poster stuff (Flatstock). All in all, a raging success for an outing with a one year old. Oh, and we ran into a family we usually run into at Bumbershoot (altho we did not run into the other couple we usually see, but they don't have kids, so they were probably in venues actually seeing/hearing stuff), and got to hang out and chat, because child care came with us. Lots of fun.

I realized, after I'd been there a while, that Bumbershoot always stresses me out for a variety of reasons. But I stayed very conscious of it this time, which helped me deal with it (child care is also completely angelic, and very helpful at keeping me calm).

Major items forgotten: baby sun hat and sippy cup.

Books Books Books!

I read Jerry Avorn's _Powerful Medicines_ (might not be plural). Avorn is brilliant, but a complete tool. The correct conclusion is not, get people on the right meds, assess meds objectively, etc. The correct conclusion is: meds should only be used temporarily and when all else fails. Hypertension drugs should be a stopgap until diet and exercise work (and for those people who, even with perfect diet and exercise, still have dangerously high blood pressure). Ditto for a wide range of other things we prescribe willy-nilly, for decades at a time, and then suffer from new/more dangerous/less effective competition and/or just plain nasty side effects and/or poor compliance.


More importantly Books Books Books! I handed Teddy some of his board books while I was packing up the books on the last two bookcases and he was riveted! Fascinated! Keeps bringing them to us to read to him! Yes! Teddy loves books! Not just to chew on, no, to have someone turn pages and say things! And, of course, do the drums for Hand Hand Fingers Thumb (thanks to K. for this recommendation).


I _love_ that my son loves _books_!

Okay, I'll calm down now. Books! Some time soon!

R. just got back from the walk. Apparently the first time Teddy fell asleep, he did so with his eyes open, which confused him into offering water and inadvertantly waking him up. We've hit _that_ stage.