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Saturday miscellaneous

We’re working on night-weaning the babe, and toward that end Olof slept with him in the movie room last night. I can’t comment on how well it went for them, but it went extremely well for me and I got a good night’s sleep in I can’t remember how long. I’m not sure Olof is very enthusiastic about a repeat performance tonight, but we’ll see how it goes. It’s almost impossible for me not to nurse if the baby is in bed with me, and since the bed that we bought for him three months ago still hasn’t been painted and set up in our room, that’s not an option right now.

This afternoon we have big plans to go to the library in town while Lydia’s at a birthday party for the little girl who lives across the street. She is so anxious and impatient for the party to start, which doesn’t happen until one o’clock — she’s been asking since eight o’clock this morning if it was almost time to go. Lucky for all of us, it finally is almost time to go!

In sports news, my Atlanta Braves have fallen apart lately (as they are wont to do late in the season, unfortunately), and they can’t seem to win a game to save their lives They’ll still win their division, but it’s anybody’s guess how they’ll do in the post-season. It’s very hard work being a Braves fan.

I was just thinking about what is our best course of action when it comes to leaving the dogs home by themselves. They’re not tremendously destructive, but they don’t like to be left home, and they do have a tendency to chew things up when left to their own devices. When we leave them on their own, we shut them downstairs in the foyer and the adjoining roon, where we have “dog-proofed” to the best of our ability. If we inadvertantly leave down a cardboard box or an empty pop bottle or anything like that, they will tear it to shreds and scatter it everywhere. If, however, we pick absolutely everything up and leave the rooms spotless, they will go out of their way to find something to chew, and pull our jackets down from the coatrack or pull items off the shelf in the entryway. I don’t like to encourage their destructiveness by leaving a box or a plastic bottle down for them to chew up, but I may start doing just that in the interest of keeping our good stuff intact.