Happy birthday Windsparrow!
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Happy Birthday, Windsparrow!
We have no snow, but we have sleet and freezing rain, yay! And I'm drinking mulled cider and listening to DH snore quietly in between mumbling, "I'm getting up. In a minute." So cute. He's already been out today--picked up the last printer and super-deluxe dvd writer in the store (he called around and had them held till he could get there) on the last day of a killer sale. Losing money not to buy them. I have chicken breasts and lean ground round to grill momentarily, and we got out of the two-hour trip to visit MIL, so we have noplace else to go.
I need to grocery shop too. Maybe I can send the cats... Of course then I will end up with kibble and other randomness.
Kippers! sardines! Herring in cream sauce! smoked oysters! Pizza bones!
My kitty is also snoring under the lamp, a contented little barely-audible buzzing. Between him and the DH, is sleepy-making.
Chris is indeed lethal cute. It's so endearing when they do that sort of mimicry. And StY used to give me butterfly pats when I picked him up and he was crying. Broke my heart, especially when I'd yelled, and he'd cried, and then I cried. He was in trouble so much, with the ADHD, and I was exhausted and frazzled. I'm afraid I yelled rather a lot. But the butterfly pats as *he* consoled *me*...oh, heart-hurty to remember.
And I used my voice and my intimidating "Anh!" and occasionally slapping the table surface with a cupped hand to make a loud noise would startle a squirmy flipper long enough to get the diaper fastened. With pins. The point of which went into *my fingers* if they wiggled too much.
Oooh, cider gone. Must replenish.
enough to get the diaper fastened. With pins.
And the changing table was uphill both ways. In the snow.
And the changing table was uphill both ways. In the snow.
Yes! mumblemumble whippersnappers! Off my lawn.
Also, Ginger, I was going to ask to tag your TiVo line upthread. I would, but I have no TiVo, and thus feel it would be inappropriate. But still, funny!
Happy birthday, Windsparrow! No snow here...first sunny day in some time, but I'll be stranded in August so... Too much H:LOTS when "Timmy trapped in the well," makes one think "Ooh, sexy...I bet that would hurt a lot."(I wonder if there is a program for me.)
OK, there seems to only be like, 3" of snow, now. Though it fell fast and furious, it didn't fall for very LONG. Hmm. Is there more coming? Dunno. But damn, that's a bust.
Also, I just watched a program on Discovery Health Channel about a woman with 15 children. I realize this was much more common back in teh day, but DAMN. Two sets of twins, oldest kid is 16...and mother looks about 35. So there could very well be more children coming.
Baby twisting and turning? You said you got the diaper on her, but not the clothes. Turn the heat up and leave her in a t=shirt type thing and the diapers. Change her on the floor for sure.
During that phase I never tried to get him dressed, unless we were going out. Then it was a free for all.
Main thing, stay calm.
Snow's still falling here, going on almost 5 hours now.
Still coming down here too. All I see out my windows is white.
Yes, Nora, I got the package
Sweet, just wanted to know that the US Postal Service got it there...
In news that kind of sucks, we have some mice scampering around here like they own the place. Tom has captured 2 of them and let them out outside, where they are free to come back into our house or any other. However, Somerville is very densely populated and we're on the third floor, and Tom has proven his prowess in catching mice, so the legend of the tall redheaded man in the mouse world will grow and no other mice will ever bother us.
This is the dream.