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| Friday, April 23, 2004 Bjorn
I wear Ruby in a contraption called the Baby Bjorn. She is attached to my chest like a conjoined twin or that creepy prophet guy in Total Recall. I love having her there; she snorts and grunts with the rhythm of my step. Her head is just in kissing range, so I often bend down and whisper to her. This is interspersed with my yelling at the Dink, who is invariably in trouble. I hope that Ruby doesn’t get the wrong idea. I hope she knows that my mock anger towards the Dink isn’t aimed at her. She doesn’t even seem to notice me yelling, but she does wriggle and coo when I whisper to her.
Today was also very nice, because it was the first time Ani got to hike on the new trails! Yay for Ani! She is also very nice company in the desert.
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