||[Sep. 9th, 2009|02:39 pm]
So I've been tired insomniac boy for a week or two now, Lex has been deciding to not sleep much, and my cold has been keeping me awake. This has all resulted in me going through the last week or so in a vague, zombie-like way, achieving very little and struggling an awful lot.
That's probably how I lost all those emails. Thanks to those who resent (including you, Dame Judi... Rowr!), I am slowly working my way through them as I try to at least get minimal stuff done, like wash nappies, feed Lex, eat, drink, etc.
Yesterday Lex had his one year injections, making him even worse for the sleeping, and much, much more grizzly. So today I'm feeling rather ragged. And I'm so behind on everything, I still haven't gotten my tax done - for the last two years.
No sympathy required, but some amusing comments, stories, or links would not go astray.
Did you ever wonder if the reason Daleks are so angry is because they don't have an obvious outlet for removing waste from their casings?
Two Sparrow stories from Father's Day. First, she and I gave James his card. She has just worked how to grab things, so she was able to hold it long enough to "hand" it to him, though he sort of had to get his hands in the right place to help. Inside was a message written by me and signed by Sparrow. Because Mummy is an optimist, after a few attempts at juggling baby, marker and card I'd managed to get her to hold a big red texta for just long enough to get a squiggle on the card before she dropped the pen. The card also contained a note saying "Mummy says not to ask what else has red pen on it now" :-). Thankfully, we didn't get pen too many places - except on her fingers. I then promptly forgot about it, and two hours later was playing with her and went "Oh my god, your fingers are bleeding, what have you done, show me", and (of course) suddenly she went "Oh, time to make a fist!" and I couldn't get her hands open to see what was making them red. So that was a bit of a panic.
Second, I know you will have better wee stories than me, seeing as you have an energetic boy child with wavable plumbing. That is one of the delights of having a girl - when they're on the change table, you know where the sneaky wee will go, even when you don't see it happening. Well, at least this is the theory. Sparrow can get a little bit of a fountain going, maybe two inches straight up into the air if there's enough pressure built up. For Fathers Day, she showed James a new trick: lifting her bottom half into the air with the feet towards the face (which is new). And then promptly combined that with a wee fountain, so that the nappy she was on stayed perfectly dry and her armpits got soaked. I think this trumps my previous best, which was when she managed to get one foot in classic soccer striker pose and then bounce the stream of wee off it so that it rebounded onto her bellybutton. If that had been deliberate, I'd wonder whose dexterity genes she'd gotten.
Lastly, because you probably didn't get to see this: my current favourite cute baby photo: Sparrow sees her first elephant
Okay I have a recent wee story too - although not on the change table as she hasn't weed there for ages.
When I'm drawing the bath, Clara wanders around the bathroom naked. I encourage her to do wee wees, and point at where it comes out.
I was kneeling while testing the bath, and then pointed and looked at her girly bits, about 4 inches from her, saying 'are you going to do wee wees?', and she started to wee.
Okay, not such a funny story as I was just far enough not to get it in the face, but it was close!
Oh, and there's my apple crumble. I had left over stewed fruit from Sunday. I mentioned making it into something, and James thought apple crumble sounded good. I found a recipe for the crumble part, made it, then realised there was no base to the recipe - it was just fruit in the pan followed by crumble. These kind of crumbles never go well for me, they always fall apart. So, because I was very tired and this sounded like a brilliant idea, I thought to myself "I know, I'll use the crumble mix as the base for the slice and put the fruit on top". Because, of course, that's going to make the structural integrity So Much Better...
Last night I had a great dream. all serious about lost kids and runaways, and they were running out of chances until they started getting help from someone secret. And who could have planned for this time for generations? Why, who else but the chickens, who were hatching pre-planted guerilla fighters out at key locations in the forest as we speak...
The ballistics department at work rocks! As does the garden in Botany! (currently complete with Mother duck and nine ducklings!)