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Emer has a bruise on her arm, two semi-circles where Linnea bit her. Yesterday it was pink, today it is blackening. And when I stroke and kiss it, I am shocked that I can't feel the pain of it - it hurts to look at it, so that it's ridiculous that it doesn't hurt to touch.
I was born into dim light, my mother's birthday gift. She was 37, healthy, not too tired. I held my head up and looked around. I didn't cry, and no-one made me, because my health and alertness were obvious. Presumably I was covered in blood and vernix and all sorts of goo; history does not relate.
Because I was her fourth child, my mother breastfed me without hindrance from birth; no-one tried to talk her out of it, or at least not so she listened. She was confident in dealing with me, and her other children knew what to expect from a baby and supported and tolerated babyish whims and inconveniences.
My mother held my babies within hours of their births.
Because I was her fourth child, my mother breastfed me without hindrance from birth; no-one tried to talk her out of it, or at least not so she listened. She was confident in dealing with me, and her other children knew what to expect from a baby and supported and tolerated babyish whims and inconveniences.
My mother held my babies within hours of their births.
Jiggle jiggle
Mar. 18th, 2007 08:16 pmI had a coffee earlier, a whole mug, from the Workhouse Coffee Shop. Now I can't stop jiggling.
It was a good day. I slept most of the morning until about 9, then got up slower than anyone in history, had a shower, dressed (new Glamourmom tank top with flowers and swirls yay) and we went out for coffee. Then I spent the rest of the day hanging around the coffee shop drinking tea and eating cake, and Rob and Linnea went to the park. Oh, I went home with Emer for a while, read a book, then handed her back to Rob and returned to the cafe.
I think there will be a book club soon, probably called "Buggies and Books." I liked the one there was before but the woman who ran it moved away and it died.
We Shall See.
I even remembered it was Mother's Day and called my mother, admittedly pretty late on, but never mind.
And I printed something; it's hard to get used to having a functional printer. I shall be assembling a few things soon; photos for relatives, invitations for Linnea's birthday party, that sort of thing.
And the complaint letter, of course. I've been spending some effort not thinking about it but I suppose I shall have to soon.
We also got an invitation to the second-last third birthday party of the season - to be held in someone's home! Hurrah!
It was a good day. I slept most of the morning until about 9, then got up slower than anyone in history, had a shower, dressed (new Glamourmom tank top with flowers and swirls yay) and we went out for coffee. Then I spent the rest of the day hanging around the coffee shop drinking tea and eating cake, and Rob and Linnea went to the park. Oh, I went home with Emer for a while, read a book, then handed her back to Rob and returned to the cafe.
I think there will be a book club soon, probably called "Buggies and Books." I liked the one there was before but the woman who ran it moved away and it died.
We Shall See.
I even remembered it was Mother's Day and called my mother, admittedly pretty late on, but never mind.
And I printed something; it's hard to get used to having a functional printer. I shall be assembling a few things soon; photos for relatives, invitations for Linnea's birthday party, that sort of thing.
And the complaint letter, of course. I've been spending some effort not thinking about it but I suppose I shall have to soon.
We also got an invitation to the second-last third birthday party of the season - to be held in someone's home! Hurrah!
One bum, two bum, wet bum, poo bum
Sep. 21st, 2006 03:16 pmToday I 'ave mostly been...
Changing nappies. Linnea wouldn't eat her breakfast; shortly after Rob left for work I found out why. So I changed Emer, and Linnea, and Emer again.
Today has been a cyclical nappy-changing day. Unfortunately, one of Linnea's nastiest ones had no flushable liner.
I'm getting pretty good at doing the Emer-Linnea-Emer changing cycle, actually; the hardest part is keeping them separate and sanitary while I dispose of the dirties and wash my hands. I need to set up a changing table in the bathroom; I designed one to fit over the bath ages ago but it has yet to be made. Then I could change Emer, who needs many more changes per day than Linnea, right there, where all the kit is.
I can't remember what else we've done today. We've read several books, including myself and Linnea reading to Emer for a while. Linnea has started letting me read to her again, which is nice. We also did laundry. And had breakfast, morning snack, lunch, and afternoon snack. We did jigsaws. We drew - Linnea gave that up though. She drew several ones (1) quite happily, but got annoyed when her twos (2) all ended up having to be fish or something, when they didn't work out. "I make a two now!" scribble scribble. "Oh. Is a carrot. I make a two now!"
Linnea also played some game with her snowman and the mop involving the following exchange:
Linnea (I think - it may have been the snowman or the mop): Bye bye John, see you a-morrow.
John (presumably): See you a-day!
Linnea: Say PLEASE!
John: No, my CAN'T say please!
Linnea (exasperated): Oh, okay then.
I also gave up on ever drinking enough water and changed over to tea. I make a pot of tea with one bag in the morning and top it up with hot water through the day. It can't be much tea, but it's quite a lot of fluid, and I stopped caring what it tasted like a while ago.
Bara Brith, as per the recipe in this comment, is very good even when you make it recklessly. And very, very sticky. We made two small loaves instead of one big one; perhaps I'll get a larger loaf-tin sometime, but I suspect we're better off with two small loaves. Linnea doesn't seem to like it much though she loves that you can spread margarine on it.
Oh! I had some real play with Emer! She's starting to bat at things on her play-arch. Poor child hasn't much chance to try, mind you, because of Godzilla in the size 8 Startrite Mary Janes. But today Linnea was happy on her own in the library and Emer and I lay on the floor and batted. And smiled at each other. She has trouble turning her head when she's on her back, but is perfectly able to lift it up and turn it when she's on her front.
Her wakeful periods are more and more, well, wakeful. I shall have to get my act in gear shortly and provide a stimulating and safe environment for her. How? (Suggestions to lop Linnea's legs off will be met with the contempt they deserve, and also with serious consideration about twice a day).
I must get my hands on another photo of the three of us. Perhaps if we get to Kew this weekend people will be snapping snaps.
Changing nappies. Linnea wouldn't eat her breakfast; shortly after Rob left for work I found out why. So I changed Emer, and Linnea, and Emer again.
Today has been a cyclical nappy-changing day. Unfortunately, one of Linnea's nastiest ones had no flushable liner.
I'm getting pretty good at doing the Emer-Linnea-Emer changing cycle, actually; the hardest part is keeping them separate and sanitary while I dispose of the dirties and wash my hands. I need to set up a changing table in the bathroom; I designed one to fit over the bath ages ago but it has yet to be made. Then I could change Emer, who needs many more changes per day than Linnea, right there, where all the kit is.
I can't remember what else we've done today. We've read several books, including myself and Linnea reading to Emer for a while. Linnea has started letting me read to her again, which is nice. We also did laundry. And had breakfast, morning snack, lunch, and afternoon snack. We did jigsaws. We drew - Linnea gave that up though. She drew several ones (1) quite happily, but got annoyed when her twos (2) all ended up having to be fish or something, when they didn't work out. "I make a two now!" scribble scribble. "Oh. Is a carrot. I make a two now!"
Linnea also played some game with her snowman and the mop involving the following exchange:
Linnea (I think - it may have been the snowman or the mop): Bye bye John, see you a-morrow.
John (presumably): See you a-day!
Linnea: Say PLEASE!
John: No, my CAN'T say please!
Linnea (exasperated): Oh, okay then.
I also gave up on ever drinking enough water and changed over to tea. I make a pot of tea with one bag in the morning and top it up with hot water through the day. It can't be much tea, but it's quite a lot of fluid, and I stopped caring what it tasted like a while ago.
Bara Brith, as per the recipe in this comment, is very good even when you make it recklessly. And very, very sticky. We made two small loaves instead of one big one; perhaps I'll get a larger loaf-tin sometime, but I suspect we're better off with two small loaves. Linnea doesn't seem to like it much though she loves that you can spread margarine on it.
Oh! I had some real play with Emer! She's starting to bat at things on her play-arch. Poor child hasn't much chance to try, mind you, because of Godzilla in the size 8 Startrite Mary Janes. But today Linnea was happy on her own in the library and Emer and I lay on the floor and batted. And smiled at each other. She has trouble turning her head when she's on her back, but is perfectly able to lift it up and turn it when she's on her front.
Her wakeful periods are more and more, well, wakeful. I shall have to get my act in gear shortly and provide a stimulating and safe environment for her. How? (Suggestions to lop Linnea's legs off will be met with the contempt they deserve, and also with serious consideration about twice a day).
I must get my hands on another photo of the three of us. Perhaps if we get to Kew this weekend people will be snapping snaps.
