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what not to do when she is two

Just back from the book launch for Uncommon Magic, the anthology of writing by members of our Ban Righ writers group, which is over thirty years old. I wish I had some pictures, but I didn't bring my camera. Yet I don't feel guilty either, because there's no way I'd have been able to take pictures anyway, since I had my hands full with Oona. Or rather: Oona being mental. Because if there's one thing you can count on a two year-old to do, it's to start acting loud/mental as soon as a room goes quiet to listen to a reading. So we spent our time in the hall. At the far end.

On the way home, I made a list of all the places/venues that Oona has been removed from for mental behaviour:
+ literary readings
+ restaurants
+ dinner parties
+ dinners
+ lunches
+ breakfasts
+ snacks
+ stores
+ malls
+ visits with friends
+ visits with non-friends
+ workplaces
+ waiting rooms
+ Christina
Still, the event went well. I think. Now we are home. Oona is in bed. I am drinking beer. That is all.
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  1. Susan Schwake7:59 pm

    oh well. that's a 2 year old for you. the book looks great. love the cover. can you bring me one? oh yeah and PROST! bitter lemon and vodka here.

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  2. Elle10:22 pm

    Been there - done that! You can depend on 2/3 yr-olds to be 'real'. Kind off grounding in a way! Hope he launch went really well for y'all xoxo

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  4. Bridgette Guerzon Mills9:03 pm

    I feel your pain. I learned my lesson and the last opening I had, my 4 year old and 18 month old stayed home with my in-laws. :) Which was good because there was a lot of installation work-it would have been a nightmare trying to keep them from running through one sculpture made entirely of prescription bottles! I think most adults too would love to run through the sculptures and hang on them and knock them together, but we've learned to constrain ourselves. 2 year olds haven't quite figured that out yet...

    Despite the non-cooperation of your little one, glad the event went well!

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