Welcome babyt!!!!!

Anthropology paper offer coming on better than I expected. Also, I somehow managed to step on the dog's pow. Poor thing screamed in pain, and I pet and comforted him for a few minutes, keep apologizing. Next time I got up, I moved. I'm usually the one who's moving around him, but this time, I didn't see he's sitting next to me. I still feel a little bit bad about it.

Writing some things, then getting dressed and go to the post office, then welcoming sister back home. Yay.

I often get patted on the head.

Isn't this just horrific? I have found the solution. I wheel around with a perpetual look of "I am going to kill someone. It could be you" on my face. And also run over people's ankles occasionally.

Hil, really sorry to hear about the death of your family friend. That's tragic.

Shir, what's the anthropology paper about? I'm still doing frakking research methods. I really want to start work on the other one, but this is due first. Grr, argh, etc.

Babies! Woo!

OK, paper time. Possibly after some tea and oaty cheerios.

I often get patted on the head.

Oh, man, I know. I don't get people who think it's OK to touch strangers. Some of my relatives even decided I have a problem with touch (including my mom, from time to time, when I'm reluctant to her hugging me). On the other hand, others complained I'm too much of a hugger.

And hey, I don't think I'm crazy about it. I think it's my body and hence, it's my call whether you can have access to it or not. And if it's my call, as everyone taught me, I expect you to accept a "no" from time to time. Otherwise, it's just a politically correct talk and a double standard. I actually remember one of the times my aunt, a hideous woman (I'm sorry, but she really is), after hugging me asked my mom if I have problem with touch. Eh, no. I have problem with you hugging me for almost two minutes while rubbing my back.

The anthology paper will be about graffiti.

Welcome, little Ryan! May you keep everyone delighted and not tempt your daddy to replace you with an echidna.

Hee. The time for replacing him with an echidna would have been when the choice was between a 49-hour labour capped with a Caesarean as opposed to laying an egg the size of a marble.

Thanks everyone for the good wishes. Ryan is doing very well, and has so far proven tolerant of his parents' foibles. He seems to sport a very patient temperament, and has already twigged that he can use his own thumb to soothe himself for little grumbles. He hasn't yet realised that Daddy's finger may seem good to suck, but ultimately tastes of disillusionment and betrayal.

Wallybee hasn't had much sleep. She's sharing a ward with two other new mothers, and two other newborns. With the C-section, she's not very mobile either. But she's in good spirits. I'm hoping she'll get some more rest tonight.

Congratulations, bt! I hope Ryan proves to be a good sleeper, and that Wallybee gets home to her own bed so she can sleep, soon.

49-hour labour and a Caesarean? Yeah, remind me to never have children. Dear God. I'm glad all are well.

billytea, such a wonderful birth announcement, though I would have preferred to hear of a much shorter/easier labor. Now she'll have something to hold over dear Ryan's head forever, "I Did NOT go through 49 hours of labor to have you talk to me like that!" :) Much love to you all! So exciting!

{{{Hil and Hil's friend's family}}} Such horrible news. I'm so sorry.

Could I request a little ~ma? My brother is going into surgery about right now. It's a pretty routine surgery (repairing his torn ACL), but they don't know how bad the damage is, so they don't know how long the surgery will last. Our family doesn't deal well with anesthesia, so a little ~ma wouldn't go amiss.

~ma to vw's brother.

I am in love with the BabyTea birth announcement and would like to marry it. That is all.