Not quite my usual self though. Until I return, I thought I'd post a list, just to remind myself I have a blog.
Things I'm grooving on right now:
*Loon getting a freshly minted baby. I am in ecstatics and am tripping over myself trying to decide what to make for the coming munchkin. Cross your fingers that things don't go all wonky.
* Starbucks Mocha Dark chocolate (they say it's ethical and sustainable:) eaten with red Swedish Fish. Nuff said.
*The girls when they're giggling together. Cockaboody in the making.
*The Bean making sentences with the words she has. "Eat nana peese. Uh huh." "In bag" "No baby! No!"
*Having a drier. Simon and his friend put in a gas line and now we've joined the modern age. Of course, it's been sunny most days since it's gone in, because the universe is ironic like that.
*Simon had three days off in a row last week, and he gets Labor Day off. I loves me some Simon.
*Making things. I've got a list of projects I'm working on and am slowly dinking away at them. So far I've dyed some playsilks with koolaid and have been getting a skirt ready for dying. Hopefully, by the time xmas gets here I will have a set of gnomes made for the girls, maybe even some clothes made for them with my own hands? My own hands and what time, I wonder.
Today I hope to help Boy make some t-shirts for to wear to school. Indie clothing:)
*The girls going to sleep easily and sleeping (mostly) all night. This, my friends, is a biggie.
*Terry Pratchett.
Things that I am not grooving on:
*That the babies in most board books are white. White and blond haired. Boo hiss.
*That my baby cries like the Nazgul. It does not make me feel motherly.
*That, whilst I am having a shoving match with depression I really should avoid the beer. Oh beer, I miss you much, your flowery hops, your bibbledy bubbles, your golden hue.
*That none of my bestest friends live in the same state as me.
*That my mother is coming to visit. Hilarity is sure to ensue.
*The Bug, at 10 months old, discovering the joys of toilet bathing, dagnabit. The Bean is 2 and a half and still hasn't indulged.
*Squirrels in the attic. (Literally, not figuratively.)
* The Bean's periodic assessment. She is who she is regardless of how she scores, and I understand the tests are somewhat, ummm, problematical in how they work, but no one likes to read that their kiddo is seven months behind in anything, or that she's in the 18th percentile. I don't like to read that because she's 110 percent perfect to me. She's perfect and wonderful and precious. Also, I don't like to read that because I begin to wonder if she's going to catch up. For my wonderful, precious daughter, I want the kind of life you have if you catch up. Ah, worry. It's the perfect companion for guilt. The matched set of free gifts that come in the parenting fun kit.
Going to take the kids outside before it rains,
ephelba
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Fingers duly crossed for Loon X X
Sticking fingers in eyes and going ' lalala' (doesn't quite cut it) at Starbucks Mocha Dark chocolate, but a bit puzzled at juxtaposition with red Swedish Fish, because I don't know what that is.
The guiltiest pleasure of all is sometimes just shoving the lot in the drier because it may not be raining now but I'm really busy and it saves at least ten minutes and SODIT,I'M GREEN ALL THE REST OF THE WEEK, OK? OK? and anyway, the forecast says rain later.
Mm, beer
The Bean is making sentences. She's great. My friend's little boy didn't walk until after his second birthday. Now, at 4, you'd never know it. She may be slow, but she's still lovely and competitive parenting is dull and mean. I'm rooting for the Bean.
Never feel guilty and eat plenty of chocolate, it is the best enemy against depression. Eat some for me, please. I'm not depressed, but I would like some chocolate and unfortunately I have an iron will.
Happy September, dear heart.
Z! I'm honored to see you here! The Swedish fish are a gummy candy, sort of raspberry flavored, very chewy and a little tangy. Pair them up with a dark chocolate and you wouldn't believe the yum. Britain is a lot closer to Sweden than we are- surely you guys eat them and call them something else:)
*whimpers with desire* Sadly, according to their website, they only export to North America. Still, we have not dissimilar candies and I will remember the pairing. The next time I eat chocolate, that is.
Eph -- two things:
1) The fact that you love your children, notice their assessments, and weigh these things puts you in the exact right place, imho. Our oldest got pretty heavy for his height and age -- we asked the doc about it quietly, and the doc said, "The fact that you're asking means I'm not worried. He'll be fine." Too many people would either freak out, or not even notice ...
2) Swedish fish are wonderful -- and I know very few other people who share my appreciation. Would you have loved them in h.s., too? I'm wondering when and where I learned of them ...
All human beings grow in some way, some, maybe Bean, out to the sideways like clover instead of up up like a sunflower. There's a different good life spread out on the ground like that, close to earth. It's a different good life.
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