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ailbheGood thing: we are getting a little more sleep
Bad thing: Mine is frequently interrupted by a hungry baby, and I am having nightmares beyond belief. Between 1:30 and 3:15, for example, I was buried alive no fewer than three times. It didn't get much better until Linnea woke and I went in to her bed.
Good thing: We got loads of stuff we needed for Linnea; horrible polyester sleepsuits (babygros, she says!) which she adores, and socks from the back to school range, and vests (boys' vests are warmer than girls' vests, surprise surprise).
The blue sleepsuit is larger and roomier than the pink sleepsuit.
It's probably just as well that I'm stuck at home today. I got some laundry hung up outdoors, even, and another load put on. And I drank some tea. I ought to bake a bara brith, and have some breakfast, and brush my teeth and comb my hair. All my combs are mysteriously filthy, even though I scrubbed them and only used them to brush freshly-washed hair. I think my hair is still pregnant.
Linnea continues to be a joy and a delight ("My a shepherd! ROAR!") and Emer is getting chattier and chattier, though she will never, thank gods, be as chatty as Linnea. She's asleep in the sling now, and I could put her down, but we've reached a point where when I can't see or hear them I think they might be dead, so here she stays.
She's ten weeks old and last night got hysterical; it looked and sounded like acid reflux without the spitup. Linnea was eleven weeks when she had that sleep apnea. I may not put Emer down for a fortnight. Her teeth are also slightly in evidence, but were not apparently painful last night.
Right. Food and cake-making. Then maybe hanging the rest of the laundry.
Bad thing: Mine is frequently interrupted by a hungry baby, and I am having nightmares beyond belief. Between 1:30 and 3:15, for example, I was buried alive no fewer than three times. It didn't get much better until Linnea woke and I went in to her bed.
Good thing: We got loads of stuff we needed for Linnea; horrible polyester sleepsuits (babygros, she says!) which she adores, and socks from the back to school range, and vests (boys' vests are warmer than girls' vests, surprise surprise).
The blue sleepsuit is larger and roomier than the pink sleepsuit.
It's probably just as well that I'm stuck at home today. I got some laundry hung up outdoors, even, and another load put on. And I drank some tea. I ought to bake a bara brith, and have some breakfast, and brush my teeth and comb my hair. All my combs are mysteriously filthy, even though I scrubbed them and only used them to brush freshly-washed hair. I think my hair is still pregnant.
Linnea continues to be a joy and a delight ("My a shepherd! ROAR!") and Emer is getting chattier and chattier, though she will never, thank gods, be as chatty as Linnea. She's asleep in the sling now, and I could put her down, but we've reached a point where when I can't see or hear them I think they might be dead, so here she stays.
She's ten weeks old and last night got hysterical; it looked and sounded like acid reflux without the spitup. Linnea was eleven weeks when she had that sleep apnea. I may not put Emer down for a fortnight. Her teeth are also slightly in evidence, but were not apparently painful last night.
Right. Food and cake-making. Then maybe hanging the rest of the laundry.
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 01:23 pm (UTC)A.
Through blue lips, because I've been playing with disclosing tablets.
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Date: 2006-10-23 08:16 pm (UTC)You didn't kill anyone. That's a lot of achievement.
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:48 am (UTC)Actually, I am slightly surprised about that; I'd have thought that you are meant to protect and coddle your daughter and so give her warm clothing, but boys are allowed to run around and so on. What is the psychology I'm missing?
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Date: 2006-10-23 10:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 12:09 pm (UTC)A couple of friends of mine who have just become parents told me that they'd been looking (not entirely seriously) for Stoke City-themed baby clothes for their daughter. The only thing they found said, on the front in large letters, "I want to be a footballer's wife". They didn't buy it, needless to say. Aaaargh.
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Date: 2006-10-23 12:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 11:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 01:24 pm (UTC)I will never accidentally buy girls' wellies again.
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Date: 2006-10-23 01:20 pm (UTC)I can find dark blue, white and black wool tights for adults, and gorgeous pink with stars, red and various patterned cotton tights for girls. The bright coloured ones I was thinking of turned out to be polyester/lyrca 70 denier or something. They are warm (I have a bright yellow pair and am trying to justify a flouro pink pair) but I know you prefer natural fibres. Drop me a comment with what you would like with Linneas sizes (I'm guessing 2-3, the lady in hte shop says they are quite big) and yours and what you prefer and I'll send a parcel.
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:36 pm (UTC)Linnea doesn't need tights any more - H&M brought their autumn range in. Emer does though, she's anything up to 12 months because tights are like that. I haven't checked H&M for adults, mind. What's the gusset on the ladies' ones? If it's cotton or similar I am *so* there. I'm a UK size 14 now, apparently. How much are they?
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Date: 2006-10-26 09:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 02:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-23 04:22 pm (UTC)I hated pink frilly things, I wouldn't touch anything with frilly bits let alone wear it. The lacey frilly crap made me itch and just euch! So I wore boys shoes till they stopped having velcro (at about 11) and boys pants until they went silly shapes. I couldn't even get my super wide feet into crappy girls shoes most of the time. My mum was delighted when at 13 I discovered doc martens and my school didn't stop me wearing them!
The only 'girls' clothes I got tended to be handmedowns from my excessively girlie Godmother's children which were almost all hand made to a superb level of quality.