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Domestic list again
Nov. 2nd, 2010 10:28 am( Read more... )
Nov. 2nd, 2010
Did more today than I could keep track of with lists. When Rob came home he said I looked exhausted, like a cartoon of a tired person - one eye was bigger than the other and they were lopsided.
I think - but am not sure, because one might have been mid-cycle bleeding - that I am having my fourth postpartum period. I got it for my birthday, along with the pink champagne. I am not in any pain, though, so I am going to go with the pink champagne cure from now on.
Astrid is, I think, 14.5 weeks old, and about where Linnea was at 11 weeks, as far as I can remember. She's not as unlike Linnea as Emer was, but she's still not similar enough to make any judgements or predictions. I am kind of relieved. I don't think I'd like having "the similar ones" and "the different one."
There's a locked post coming soon about my trip to Ireland but I'm too tired to type it up now. Some people at my birthday party - I had one! I loved it! I want another one next week! - have already heard a good deal of it.
And my uncle gave me some books, kind of similar to this but in three volumes, to go with the preparation for mass book similar to this. I don't know enough to know, I assume the ones we have are in lousier condition and less exciting bindings and things, but they're nice to have.
My sisters, who live in remote rural areas where one drives even to the shop for milk, are concerned about my children's social lives. I'm too tired not to feel very sarcastic about this.
And next year I will be 33, but in Ireland, so I will celebrate my 33.33 instead, which might even mean sunny weather!
I think - but am not sure, because one might have been mid-cycle bleeding - that I am having my fourth postpartum period. I got it for my birthday, along with the pink champagne. I am not in any pain, though, so I am going to go with the pink champagne cure from now on.
Astrid is, I think, 14.5 weeks old, and about where Linnea was at 11 weeks, as far as I can remember. She's not as unlike Linnea as Emer was, but she's still not similar enough to make any judgements or predictions. I am kind of relieved. I don't think I'd like having "the similar ones" and "the different one."
There's a locked post coming soon about my trip to Ireland but I'm too tired to type it up now. Some people at my birthday party - I had one! I loved it! I want another one next week! - have already heard a good deal of it.
And my uncle gave me some books, kind of similar to this but in three volumes, to go with the preparation for mass book similar to this. I don't know enough to know, I assume the ones we have are in lousier condition and less exciting bindings and things, but they're nice to have.
My sisters, who live in remote rural areas where one drives even to the shop for milk, are concerned about my children's social lives. I'm too tired not to feel very sarcastic about this.
And next year I will be 33, but in Ireland, so I will celebrate my 33.33 instead, which might even mean sunny weather!
She whines to get what she wants. But, unlike Linnea, she does actually feel physical pain, and her pain threshold is normal, not mindbogglingly high.
So when she's hurt she cries, or cries out at least. And what happens next is the bit I admire.
She cries, and tells me what her injuries are, and then I tell her what we'll do about them, and she more or less stops crying, though it's obviously still painful, and we go home and wash and get plasters (band aids) and maybe cream for the wounds. Or we but a burn under the tap - though I'm not sure she's ever had one? - or whatever. But the thing is, once she knows what first aid we're going to apply, she's ok. She's still in pain and still unhappy but she doesn't fuss.
So when she's hurt she cries, or cries out at least. And what happens next is the bit I admire.
She cries, and tells me what her injuries are, and then I tell her what we'll do about them, and she more or less stops crying, though it's obviously still painful, and we go home and wash and get plasters (band aids) and maybe cream for the wounds. Or we but a burn under the tap - though I'm not sure she's ever had one? - or whatever. But the thing is, once she knows what first aid we're going to apply, she's ok. She's still in pain and still unhappy but she doesn't fuss.