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ailbheI've been busy doing housework. But.
At lunchtime today, Linnea, Emer and I did eyebrows and winking. I raised my eyebrows at Emer over something - I have no idea what, now - and she raised hers back, perfectly competently and to the manner born. I raised mine again. She raised hers. I bounced my eyebrows - raised them twice quickly - and she bounced hers. Neither of us giggled but we were both suppressing smiles very hard. I raised my eyebrows once again. So did she. I bounced mine. So did she. I raised mine three times; she raised hers twice and looked confused. Once again. Once. Twice. Twice.
Then Linnea tried, and she can't do it. Very strange.
Linnea showed that she can wink, if closing both eyes tight and opening one an almost imperceptible slit counts. I can wink too. Emer can't.
I can wink and bounce my eyebrows at the same time. I totally win.
Also, lunch was French toast made by all three of us, for today, Linnea learned to crack an egg tidily. Also, she knows how to multiply up a recipe; we had an adult and two children leave on Sunday, so I asked how much she'd need for them too, and she worked out that that would mean twice as much and what that was. We had a subtraction problem earlier - I added an egg to the mix when she wasn't looking, and asked her to work out what was in the bowl from what was left in the pack; the egg we lost to the floor complicated the mental arithmetic, as did her basic assumption that I wouldn't sneak an egg in without telling her. But I am mean and nasty.
Someday I will show her how simple these sums are when you write them down; she may not believe it.
Before dinner Emer had a huge meltdown and screamed that she wanted me to leave so I walked out the door. Linnea followed me anxiously, which meant I could give her a wink and a thumbs-up so she wasn't worried, and she comforted Astrid while Emer cried that I had left WITHOUT ASTRID and worried about that. they could, of course, both see me on the doorstep through the glass in the door. Then I rang the bell and asked Emer what she wanted me to do and she said I couldn't leave without Astrid and I must take her with me. So I picked Astrid up and stepped outside the door again. After a bit I rang the bell again and asked Emer what she wanted, and she indicated that she wanted me to come inside.
She apparently still wanted me to leave as soon as Rob came home but not until then, so I was able to get the rest of dinner ready without huge screaming. Either this will be a useful lesson or an amazing foundation for her therapist's retirement.
After dinner we mended a torn game and pottered around. I've been doing Emer's teeth with a story - she lies in bed and I start by saying "Oh dear, Emer has gone to sleep without brushing her teeth!" and I can brush them while she pretends to sleep. This is much easier than holding her down while she fights it and everyone is happier and her teeth are cleaner.
Bedtime was a little late due to prolonged toilet trips but for the first time since Rob went away (8 days ago) Emer went to bed and to sleep like one would like her to.
Then it was Astrid's turn; I played Row, Row, Row Your Boat with her, which she loved, and grabbing things, and Bop, Bop, Boopsie, and standing her up and sitting her down, and all sorts. She has found her hands and they are FASCINATING, and also tasty, so I must trim her filthy nails and bath her, tomorrow.
I used to write poems; I have figured out why I stopped. I wrote things when they occurred to me, and posted them in the conversations where they were appropriate, and sometimes that meant the Pomes journal and sometimes other places, and the negative feedback I got in the Loos really shook me, so I stopped posting them there, and that was where most of the inspiring conversations took place. So ask me to write one for you, about something, and I will. I do mean doggerel, mostly, but I'd love to be writing things in response to people again.
At lunchtime today, Linnea, Emer and I did eyebrows and winking. I raised my eyebrows at Emer over something - I have no idea what, now - and she raised hers back, perfectly competently and to the manner born. I raised mine again. She raised hers. I bounced my eyebrows - raised them twice quickly - and she bounced hers. Neither of us giggled but we were both suppressing smiles very hard. I raised my eyebrows once again. So did she. I bounced mine. So did she. I raised mine three times; she raised hers twice and looked confused. Once again. Once. Twice. Twice.
Then Linnea tried, and she can't do it. Very strange.
Linnea showed that she can wink, if closing both eyes tight and opening one an almost imperceptible slit counts. I can wink too. Emer can't.
I can wink and bounce my eyebrows at the same time. I totally win.
Also, lunch was French toast made by all three of us, for today, Linnea learned to crack an egg tidily. Also, she knows how to multiply up a recipe; we had an adult and two children leave on Sunday, so I asked how much she'd need for them too, and she worked out that that would mean twice as much and what that was. We had a subtraction problem earlier - I added an egg to the mix when she wasn't looking, and asked her to work out what was in the bowl from what was left in the pack; the egg we lost to the floor complicated the mental arithmetic, as did her basic assumption that I wouldn't sneak an egg in without telling her. But I am mean and nasty.
Someday I will show her how simple these sums are when you write them down; she may not believe it.
Before dinner Emer had a huge meltdown and screamed that she wanted me to leave so I walked out the door. Linnea followed me anxiously, which meant I could give her a wink and a thumbs-up so she wasn't worried, and she comforted Astrid while Emer cried that I had left WITHOUT ASTRID and worried about that. they could, of course, both see me on the doorstep through the glass in the door. Then I rang the bell and asked Emer what she wanted me to do and she said I couldn't leave without Astrid and I must take her with me. So I picked Astrid up and stepped outside the door again. After a bit I rang the bell again and asked Emer what she wanted, and she indicated that she wanted me to come inside.
She apparently still wanted me to leave as soon as Rob came home but not until then, so I was able to get the rest of dinner ready without huge screaming. Either this will be a useful lesson or an amazing foundation for her therapist's retirement.
After dinner we mended a torn game and pottered around. I've been doing Emer's teeth with a story - she lies in bed and I start by saying "Oh dear, Emer has gone to sleep without brushing her teeth!" and I can brush them while she pretends to sleep. This is much easier than holding her down while she fights it and everyone is happier and her teeth are cleaner.
Bedtime was a little late due to prolonged toilet trips but for the first time since Rob went away (8 days ago) Emer went to bed and to sleep like one would like her to.
Then it was Astrid's turn; I played Row, Row, Row Your Boat with her, which she loved, and grabbing things, and Bop, Bop, Boopsie, and standing her up and sitting her down, and all sorts. She has found her hands and they are FASCINATING, and also tasty, so I must trim her filthy nails and bath her, tomorrow.
I used to write poems; I have figured out why I stopped. I wrote things when they occurred to me, and posted them in the conversations where they were appropriate, and sometimes that meant the Pomes journal and sometimes other places, and the negative feedback I got in the Loos really shook me, so I stopped posting them there, and that was where most of the inspiring conversations took place. So ask me to write one for you, about something, and I will. I do mean doggerel, mostly, but I'd love to be writing things in response to people again.
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:59 pm (UTC)