You put your right leg in -

[ailbhe]

Linnea slept in her own room from about 9 pm to about 3:30 am. Then she came into our bed, because really, we can't be bothered soothing her back to sleep in her cot; everyone gets much more sleep if she comes to bed.

But her first night not in our room she slept six and a half hours uninterrupted. That's pretty amazing. I consider myself lucky to sleep three hours uninterrupted.

This morning, I discovered that she can dance the Hokey Cokey. She does "You put your right leg in, you put your right leg out, in out in out shake it all about," and then for "You do the hokey cokey and you turn around" she spins on the spot. She keeps turning for the "Oh hokey cokey cokey" refrain, then at the end there's this weird bit I never had as a child but all the Brits seem to know, which is "Arms straight knees bend rah rah rah" and she bends her knees, stretches her arms up, and wiggles appropriately.

She can also dance the "Dingle Dangle Scarecrow".

These important developmental milestones aren't in any of my "How to be a baby" books! Nor is "can carry a tune as long as it's a variant of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

NOLA horror stories continue to pour in. I appear to be out of weep. I'm getting quite big on rage though. I tried to watch TV news today for the first time in months and as soon as Bush showed up in a casual open-necked shirt, saluting people as though he was in the actual army, I was suppressing violent throw-things-at-the-telly urges.

Whoops, there goes my entry visa.

Anyway. I'm trying to decide whether to attempt to go on holiday to Barcelona this winter. I can't see any reason not to, really, except that it's an unjustifiable luxury when there is so much suffering in the world, which also applies to the bunch of hothouse flowers on my dining table. And to most things I do, really. Perhaps I have an overactive conscience.

Comments

[ailbhe]

I'd nourish and cherish my Irish Catholic Guilt Complex, of course. All mod cons, hot and cold running paranoia and all.

The medical care - going private is way down the list of things to do, because my in-laws will kick up such a stink about the cost, and I'm too tired to fight my in-laws over what Rob and I do with our money. The public route is considerably clearer than it was last month, which helps.

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

I just stopped telling my mother what I do with my money. That way she has fewer reasons to criticise me.

[ailbhe]

Rob finds it difficult not to answer direct questions about his finances when his parents ask. They also like to give us money, which I object to on the grounds that they are already telling us what to do with our own money, and I hate to think what they'd say about money they'd given us.

We still do whatever the hell we like, but only if I can stand to put up with the carping.

[pocketnaomi.livejournal.com]

Your in-laws would presume to tell you and Rob not to spend your money on making you well? Good grief, and I thought *my* mother-in-law was annoying.

I'm glad the public route is looking like it has potential once again. Much luck.