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Another adventure in Ritalin: this time I spent ten minutes trying to find my car in the parking lot, a smallish one, by the local supermarket. I had to keep walking up and down, up and down, pressing on my keyless entry thing so it would beep. So much fun to be me.

Took Primera for a haircut. She has gotten so much better in terms of sensory issues: I remember having to sit her in my lap and hold her during the entire haircut when she was three and four, as she was reduced to a quivering mass (as was I). Horrible. This time she kind of wiggled and complained when the beautician caught her comb on a knot, but was otherwise just an active little girl who didn't want to sit still. Or take out the wrap in her hair, which is a month and a half old and looking ratty. I was afraid if I pressed it she'd start crying, so I dropped it.

I remember having to hold her down to brush her teeth. She had dark lines around her teeth, too, called pellicules, and I was mad to get the teeth brushed and get rid of the dark lines, because I was afraid she looked like she lived on Tobacco Road.

I remember four of us holding her down at the dentist's, with her lying on top of me and me having to wrap my legs around her. I am rarely nostalgic about the preschool years.