Reverse psychology?

[ailbhe]

Linnea

Last night, Linnea went to bed at 20:00, had a nappy change at 23:15 and came into our bed, nursed on and off, and was finally woken by Rob at 7:30 this morning - and she had a practically dry nappy. We did our daytime stuff and went to our swimming lesson, and afterwards, she napped from around 13:30 to 16:30. And went to sleep no later than 20:45.

It remains to be seen when she will wake tomorrow, but we're now Officially Confused, which is normal for parents.

Tomorrow is Rhyme Time at the library. I hope to go with a friend.

Linnea will cheerfully swim a few feet underwater before she notices that she's underwater. She's too top-heavy to come up for air unaided - still baby-proportioned, and big with it. She will also cover surprisingly large distances hand-over-hand along the side of the pool. Surprisingly fast. Go on, ask me how I know, go on...

Knitting:

In knitting news, I have finished the knitting part of the Thingie and sewn it together. Ugh, sewing knit stuff is hard. It's hard to see. Knitting is much easier. But I have yet more interesting designs in my head - hats and skirts. I have to trim the Thingie first though, and see about buttons. Then I need to pick up The Other Project, which is on much smaller needles.

I have no interest in knitting scarves. It's too warm, and I can only wear one, anyway. I don't seem to do much in the way of scarves.

Things And Stuff

Yesterday I was in such a good mood that I stated a few opinions in my brash, cheerful way - and got asked whether I was in a bad mood, since I was being very strident in my opinions. That was someone who disagreed with me. I didn't think I was particularly strident. Right, perhaps. Unassailably correct, perhaps. But strident? Feh.

I also received an invitation to a hen party in Dublin on Monday the 20th of this month. In this morning's post. I can only assume that I am not in fact expected to attend, but have been sent an invitation as a polite gesture. Does this often happen? I'm kind of annoyed, as had the invitation been sent with three weeks notice instead of 11 days, I might have been able to attend, with effort. As it is, I just plain can't. There you go. This is related to the fact that I have an important but probably futile medical appointment on Tuesday the 21st, of course.

And I recently heard it expressed that a wife and mother should agree to a husband's demand that she stop breastfeeding at one year because she married him, so he shoudl come first, and that it is only normal that he should consider himself to have a right to her breasts, and that he should feel jealous of his child's trampling on that right. Don't all shout at once, the servers can't take it, and you'll break the laptop speakers. Form an orderly queue. But what the fuck?