{"id":520,"date":"2006-09-20T20:40:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-20T20:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2006\/09\/in-brief.html"},"modified":"2006-09-20T20:40:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-20T20:40:00","slug":"in-brief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2006\/09\/in-brief.html","title":{"rendered":"In Brief"},"content":{"rendered":"<ul><\/p>\n<li>At the playground, Doodles started shouting from across the park: &#8220;Sweetie! Give me a beer! Give me a beer, Sweetie! I need a beer!&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>What goes through that little head? I went to pick Doodles up from preschool last Friday and the teacher says to me, &#8220;So you&#8217;re headed to New York now?&#8221; Um, no. What else has that boy been telling you?<\/li>\n<li>My friend J. visited last week with her six-month-old son, who is also a J., but since that&#8217;s confusing, I&#8217;ll call him S. (for son). Doodles was so excited to have S. over. He&#8217;s already declared a number of times that he wants more babies. He seems to have a hankering for brothers. I told him that while S. was in town, Doodles could borrow him as a brother. J. concurred. Well, two days after they left, at lunch, Doodles asked me, &#8220;Are we going to borrow S. later?&#8221; I explained that they went home. Doodles was pretty upset and he said, &#8220;But J. <i>said<\/i> we could borrow S.!&#8221; He was not happy.<\/li>\n<li>Doodles finally tried syrup. He&#8217;s been eating pancakes, waffles, and French toast for a while, but only with cinnamon sugar. At a restaurant recently, he barely dipped a pancake in some, tasted it, and declared happily, &#8220;It&#8217;s juicy!&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>Pie Pie took a single step. And then she panicked, realized what she did, and took it back. She, is however, regularly trying to climb everything she can. She&#8217;ll be standing somewhere innocently, then the next thing I know, that little knee is lifting as she tries to scale just about anything. The other day, I caught her trying to pull herself up onto our bed. And then over the side of the arm chair. And then up the big climber at the playground. She is a fiery little thang. The gate on our stairs is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.onestepahead.com\/product\/85217\/1166\/117.html\">retractable<\/a>. Sometimes, when I go to close it, the bottom doesn&#8217;t quite catch. In all of Doodle&#8217;s three years, it was never something I worried about. Now, I worry about it. Because the other day, I heard a strange noise. The sound of a gleeful Pie. Which only happens when she&#8217;s doing something she&#8217;s not supposed to be doing. I came out and I was very confused when I saw that the gate was closed, but Pie was halfway up the staircase. Turns out the bottom didn&#8217;t catch, and somehow, Pie managed to lift up the corner of the gate, wiggle underneath it and over that bottom step, and take off. She&#8217;s go go go and you&#8217;d better keep up! Where&#8217;s the Pie? Oh, pulling every book off the shelf. What&#8217;s that in her mouth? Oh, just a half-eaten crayon. What&#8217;s that piercing noise ? Oh, that must be the normal 4 to 6 p.m. screamfest. That girl is going to be the death of me.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At the playground, Doodles started shouting from across the park: &#8220;Sweetie! Give me a beer! Give me a beer, Sweetie! I need a beer!&#8221; What goes through that little head? I went to pick Doodles up from preschool last Friday and the teacher says to me, &#8220;So you&#8217;re headed to New York now?&#8221; Um, no. 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