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Nov. 1st, 2005 11:22 pmLife is, you know, proceeding. Sometimes in an orderly fashion, more often not as much.
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longstrider took the day off yesterday because I've been a bit burned out lately. Another adult around for an extra day made a nice change of pace, especially since K has been taking the Dylan Thomas approach to sleep lately (Do not go gently into that good night). I've been trying to get her to make the transition to napping in the cradle instead of the sling, which is going moderately well. I can't get any of those naps to extend beyond 45 minutes, but at least that's 45 minutes in which I can be unencumbered, and even do things like get up and go to the bathroom without worrying about waking the baby and even get to fasten my pants again afterwards because one hand isn't being used to pacify the baby disturbed by my getting up. Luxury, I tell you. And I find that if I get that break from holding her in the middle of the day, my ability to deal with her at the end of the day goes up tremendously. However, 45 minutes is not long enough for her to nap to judge from her mood after waking up, so we have some work to do yet.
I went out and bought baby clothes today because my four-month-old is outgrowing her 3-6 month clothes. And we went and watched anime tonight.
Goodness, my life is boring at the moment. I wish I could say there were tons of interesting stories about how the ghost of Katherine Hepburn stopped by for tea and ate far more than her share of the cookies, or the secret society of Burmese ninjas that has taken to holding meetings behind my dryer and are scaring the bejesus out of the cats with the strange and exotic ways they style their mustaches, or how we discovered that all of the musical stuffed animals we received this spring play top-secret spy messages when you recite The Jabberwocky and flap your left elbow in just the right way, and I'm actually typing this with my nose from where I'm tied up in a dank basement in Singapore due to this discovery, and all these little things just slip my mind when I sit down to update.
But sadly no. At the moment, it's diapers and spitup and napping and not napping and the occasional adult activity. Short of my running away to join the Gondwanaland Liberation Front, I don't see this changing in the near future.
But that's okay, because I've never been any good a learning secret handshakes and I don't care to wear carefully designed paisley ties that spell out important messages to our operatives in the field.
longstrider took the day off yesterday because I've been a bit burned out lately. Another adult around for an extra day made a nice change of pace, especially since K has been taking the Dylan Thomas approach to sleep lately (Do not go gently into that good night). I've been trying to get her to make the transition to napping in the cradle instead of the sling, which is going moderately well. I can't get any of those naps to extend beyond 45 minutes, but at least that's 45 minutes in which I can be unencumbered, and even do things like get up and go to the bathroom without worrying about waking the baby and even get to fasten my pants again afterwards because one hand isn't being used to pacify the baby disturbed by my getting up. Luxury, I tell you. And I find that if I get that break from holding her in the middle of the day, my ability to deal with her at the end of the day goes up tremendously. However, 45 minutes is not long enough for her to nap to judge from her mood after waking up, so we have some work to do yet.I went out and bought baby clothes today because my four-month-old is outgrowing her 3-6 month clothes. And we went and watched anime tonight.
Goodness, my life is boring at the moment. I wish I could say there were tons of interesting stories about how the ghost of Katherine Hepburn stopped by for tea and ate far more than her share of the cookies, or the secret society of Burmese ninjas that has taken to holding meetings behind my dryer and are scaring the bejesus out of the cats with the strange and exotic ways they style their mustaches, or how we discovered that all of the musical stuffed animals we received this spring play top-secret spy messages when you recite The Jabberwocky and flap your left elbow in just the right way, and I'm actually typing this with my nose from where I'm tied up in a dank basement in Singapore due to this discovery, and all these little things just slip my mind when I sit down to update.
But sadly no. At the moment, it's diapers and spitup and napping and not napping and the occasional adult activity. Short of my running away to join the Gondwanaland Liberation Front, I don't see this changing in the near future.
But that's okay, because I've never been any good a learning secret handshakes and I don't care to wear carefully designed paisley ties that spell out important messages to our operatives in the field.
