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"JD kicked it up a notch this past weekend. Met Lo, Kateri, Silvio and Matt for brunch. It was rainy and steamy in NYC. We muscled in anyway. Once at Nolita House I slid a highchair in and tucked it under the table. JD&amp;#39;s legs poked through the cutouts. &amp;quot;AHHHHHHHHHH! BLAH! GHAH!&amp;quot; JD sha-rieked. The blue grass band singing about hippie love and rainbows was not pleased. The dude flicking guitar strings kept looking at JD like he was an annoying yappy toy poodle that just peed on his leg, and get this--I felt his pain. My kid was throwing food, silverware and napkins everywhere. I feel like my 10-month-old transformed into a raging two-year-old. Every now and then I shoved his bottle in his mouth and he took a few swigs, before forcing it out with his tongue, then returning to badass baby mode. &amp;quot;What the hell is wrong with him?&amp;quot; I laughed to my friends. &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s a baby!&amp;quot; they said. Oh right. He&amp;#39;s a baby. Has no concept of what &amp;quot;NO&amp;quot; means. Luckily the waitresses and bartender thought he was delish. He is. He was also pretty freaking, er,* interesting* at brunch. (Don&amp;#39;t worry JD. I&amp;#39;ll still take you to brunch. Maybe we&amp;#39;ll terrorize Gitane this weekend). &amp;quot;I told the waitress I was with him, when I heard them talking about the adorable baby by the window,&amp;quot; said Silvio. Word.\nPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookPinterestFacebookSaturday&amp;#39;s episode came right in time for Sunday&amp;#39;s New York Times. Apparently New York City kids are pushing their neighbors over the edge. PS: I have a new neighbor upstairs. He&amp;#39;s divorced. His three-year-old lives with him every weekend. Appears Kid snorts sugar then cart-wheels across the apartment--in clogs. He startled and woke up JD several times. It was annoying. Just like my kid was annoying to the band. I have no right to bang a broom stick on the ceiling, but I want to. No one is holding a gun to my head. I choose to live in an apartment complex and SHARE a space with OTHER PEOPLE. I&amp;#39;m on the fence with The Times article. On one hand I totally sympathize with Jennifer, the 20-something scared to give her last name because she didn&amp;#39;t want to seem &amp;quot;anti-child.&amp;quot; Admirable. I kind of wish the Dad upstairs that makes our communal hallway smell like Cool Water would tell his kid to cool it. On the other, Jennifer and I live in apartment buildings. Where other people live. With babies. And dogs. In my old NYC apartment (RIP) I heard my neighbors having sex and clanking dishes. Not at the same time. Noise happens.\nDiscuss.\nPS: In other news, I want to move here. Immediately. LOL. The park where we took JD was a block away. So was the bar where we got Blue Moons with orange slices. Hope I win the lottery soon. I suppose I should start playing."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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