baby, baby

ok, so......my thirteen year-old brought home the pretend decision baby...you know....the one that runs on batteries and cries at odd times and must be fed/diapered, held....and otherwise not abused.......it was home through supper, a movie,.......and on into the night before it ever cried.....which concerned us enough to change out the 9-volt battery in case it wasn't working....didn't want our third child to miss out all the full effect......which kicked in at down when that baby started in bawling........which woke us up through 2 closed doors....but not our child sleeping in the same room.......grandma's dog is with us, and appeared to be freaked out by the madness of a crying baby.......grandma is on her way to the philadelphia flower show via an elderhostel that also includes longwood gardens and winterthur......she ought to enjoy all of those sights.....and i shall take her absense as an opportunity to sort through all of her clutter......a task which cannot be done while she is at home........at which time nothing is extraneous and every scrap of must be kept for some rainy day....ah well.......but back to crying......our old dog has taken to climbing up the stairs in the middle of the night, and crying outside our door until he is let in....so that he can sleep beside my spouse's side of the bed......for a time we assumed that when he came upstairs he was crying to be let out, but we have since figured out that he is just needy/lonely.......but then again, aren't we all to some extent.....we just don't cry about it..................