Q

[ailbhe]

Q is for querulous, which I am at the slightest provocation these days. I rattle between trying ot keep it in check and revelling in it. It's not something I'm proud of, except when I'm really cleverly nasty, which pleases me until I realise that it's still just nasty.

Q is for quitting; I quit smoking when I thought I might be pregnant with Linnea, and I've hardly missed 'em. Three years in August, I think.

Q is for quick, which parents of toddler have to be.

Q is for quiet, which parents of toddlers long to be. (And Linnea is, right now, which is a bit suspicious).

Q is for questions, which Linnea is just beginning to ask in a sophisticated fashion. I'm waiting for "Why?" to appear. I like "why?"

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[k425.livejournal.com]

"Why?" interests me. YoungBloke doesn't understand it yet. He'll say "I cying" and I'll ask "Why are you crying?" and he says "I cying". "What made you cry?", "I cying". No matter how I rephrase the question, he can't do cause and effect yet.