Alligators!
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ailbheWell, that was fun.
Emer and Linnea both have this summer cold - the same one I have and Rob is getting. So Linnea spends all night coughing like a 40-a-day smoker and Emer is covered in streaks and bubbles of snot. Last night Emer slept in my bed and Rob in hers because I knew ahead of time that it was going to be tough.
It was.
She finds it easiest to breathe when she's swallowing a lot, which makes sense, and means constant feeding.
And then there was the alligator. Sometime after I first woke, it became clear that we'd moved house and now had a pet alligator just outside, living in a hole next to the entrance ot the stream, in the mud. We were near a swamp again (lot of swamps in my dreams lately, presumably to do with Burma on the early morning news) and the alligator escaped.
At one stage someone was persuading me that the best way to accustom it to being around children was to bring my children nearer and nearer to it.
Nothing bad happened but I think that's because my terror woke me up properly and I found myself back in bed; I checked quickly that there were no alligators in my room or in Linnea's room and went back to sleep.
Later Rob woke me because Linnea needed me; I got into bed with her, and rubbed her back so she could cough more productively.
The glamour of my life astounds me.
Emer and Linnea both have this summer cold - the same one I have and Rob is getting. So Linnea spends all night coughing like a 40-a-day smoker and Emer is covered in streaks and bubbles of snot. Last night Emer slept in my bed and Rob in hers because I knew ahead of time that it was going to be tough.
It was.
She finds it easiest to breathe when she's swallowing a lot, which makes sense, and means constant feeding.
And then there was the alligator. Sometime after I first woke, it became clear that we'd moved house and now had a pet alligator just outside, living in a hole next to the entrance ot the stream, in the mud. We were near a swamp again (lot of swamps in my dreams lately, presumably to do with Burma on the early morning news) and the alligator escaped.
At one stage someone was persuading me that the best way to accustom it to being around children was to bring my children nearer and nearer to it.
Nothing bad happened but I think that's because my terror woke me up properly and I found myself back in bed; I checked quickly that there were no alligators in my room or in Linnea's room and went back to sleep.
Later Rob woke me because Linnea needed me; I got into bed with her, and rubbed her back so she could cough more productively.
The glamour of my life astounds me.
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Date: 2008-05-18 11:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-18 11:17 pm (UTC)well, two small people of my acquaintance in particular were positively enthralled by _Alligators All Around_;
admittedly another was totally indifferent, and the fourth frightened by it (and also by the start of _Comet in Moominland_); he now slaughters endless computer simulations of people in fantasy worlds - but i don't believe there's a causal link...
there' snot much good to be said for mucal matter, though: had you considered watching videos/dvds of "Trap-Door" instead?