{"id":656,"date":"2010-07-20T10:47:36","date_gmt":"2010-07-20T18:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/?p=656"},"modified":"2010-07-20T10:47:36","modified_gmt":"2010-07-20T18:47:36","slug":"meow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/2010\/07\/20\/meow\/","title":{"rendered":"Meow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"Josie\" src=\"http:\/\/katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/7\/Power.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"458\" height=\"324\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Heaven help us.<\/p>\n<p>The other day, Josie, Norah and I went for a walk. Josie wants to hold Norah\u2019s leash and walk in the middle of the road. I bring her back to the side. Then again. I tell her she can walk on the side of the road or she can ride in the stroller. She walks down the middle of the road. I bring her back to the side. Again. I say it\u2019s time for the stroller. She slips from my hand and runs up the hill into someone\u2019s yard yelling nonononono! I can\u2019t go after her. If I do she will sprint away and she\u2019s too fast. With that much of a lead, I won\u2019t be able to catch her. Finally, I pretend I\u2019m leaving (the only thing that ever works) and she starts sobbing, I put her in the stroller and head for home.<\/p>\n<p>My adrenalin is pumping mad as I push that damn stroller up the hill. A neighbor I have never met comes out of her house as we pass her deck. She has a pan lid in one hand and a spoon in the other. Oh, she says looking surprised to see a screaming red-faced toddler and her glaring red-faced mother. Oh, she says again, I thought the cats were fighting outside and I was going to break them up.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s right, me and my girl, like two cats. That\u2019s how we are some days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heaven help us. The other day, Josie, Norah and I went for a walk. Josie wants to hold Norah\u2019s leash and walk in the middle of the road. I bring her back to the side. Then again. I tell her she can walk on the side of the road or she can ride in the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,11,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mom","category-norah","category-parenting"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=656"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":660,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/656\/revisions\/660"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.katherinemalmo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}