A wet morning
Jun. 19th, 2005 01:40 pmToday, at least for Rob, the day started wetly. He first woke at about 5:30 to discover that I had been unable to brave the furnace that is our bedroom this weather, and came down to find me sleeping peacefully on the sofa in the dining room, where it was a mere 20C. So he woke me (hah. More on that later).
He next woke at about 8:30. The head of our bed is next to the windows, and Linnea often wakes before we do (see also: parenthood) and stands on our pillows to spy on the neighbours. This morning she performed one of her less endearing tricks, which is to sit heavily on our sleeping heads. She sat wetly on Rob's.
He woke with the speed one might assume, and found that there was also a puddle on his pillow. Leaky nappy. By the time I surfaced, dry-mouthed and croaking, he'd laundered his pillow and hung it on the line to dry. And recovered from the shock, more or less.
Ahahahahahahaha!
It's too hot to go out. We were going to go swimming but it's too hot to walk there. We were going to go to Mothercare but it's too hot to walk there. We are going to collect some Freecycle curtains but that's going to wait until later afternoon because it's too hot.
In cuteness news, Linnea plays a good game of hide and seek, and gives generous kisses. None of the three of us are eating very much, but we're sure she's not dehydrated. We have incontrovertible proof, in fact.
And she likes the little crunchy stick bits in Bombay Mix. The spicy ones. Who'da thunk it?
Also, someone has suggested that this could use some music, and I think she may be right. Any suggestions?
And if anyone ever wanted to draw me an illustration for any of the pomes, I'd be interested in that, too. Not sure how I'd show them but we'd think of something. I'm seriously considering making up little booklets and sending them to people as gifts.