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| Friday, June 26th, 2009 | | 1:28 pm |
oh dear
happily sitting on the settee feeding my Ellie monster when I heard an odd noise. Looked down o discover that she had somehow removed her nappy one handed while feeding. Six months isn't really too young to potty train. | | Thursday, June 25th, 2009 | | 7:53 pm |
Witches hats and wolves
Just listened to Mark Thomas I thought Simon's suggestion was pretty reasonable really. Current Mood:  amused | | Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | | 6:36 pm |
Dentistry
Went to the dentist this morning to have my temporary fillings swapped for real ones. Am still sitting, poking at my teeth, wondering if they feel right seven hours later. Warning: babies may be hazardous toyour teeth. Current Mood:  curious | | Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 | | 9:19 pm |
sigh
evil night of evil, and it's only nine nineteen. | | Tuesday, June 16th, 2009 | | 11:14 am |
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non posts
I could post about my trip to Hastings (stressfull) i choose not to I could post about losing the internet missed book game deadlines, couldn't email I shall not Instead I shall gripe about Sims 3 Tis in many ways a good game, worth the trade in of all my other games to get get it. definitely ungood (double plus) however is the fact that I made a vegetarian sim and found her recipe book full of fish options. There are three possibilities. 1 Sim fish are in fact not real virtual fish at all but a type of strangely animate fungus which yeilds a delicious mycoprotein. 2 It's a bug. 3 The game designers are idiots. Shall send them an email enquiry to find out which. | | Thursday, June 11th, 2009 | | 12:49 pm |
Irradiated Amelias
UVB treatment was not designed for someone who reads and watches as much sci fi as I do. I suspect that even without my particular medical history I'd still be less than enthusiastic about walking into a chamber made of glass tubes which light up once I'm trapped inside. Still it's a good thing I don't have to lie down for my treatment*: the fear of imminent Brian Blessed impersonation is bad enough without the thought that I could wake up with a name like Zulu. *yes this what the nurses call it. Current Mood: perturbed | | Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 | | 1:18 pm |
you'd lose
Ellie slept till 3, fed and went back to sleep, still in the cot till after five! I'm sure this is thoroughly tedious but it fills me with joy. In slightly more interesting news we watched sunday's House yesterday. The second episode has a plot taken from life but toned down for television. | | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 11:53 am |
Sssh!
The saga of the sleeping Ellie continues. Ellie falls asleep downstairs. Tiptoe upstairs. Richard puts Ellie in cot. Ellie still sleeping! Wash, brush teeth etc. Tiptoe into bedroom. Richard points at sleeping Ellie. All is sweet sweet peace. Nod, exaggerate tiptoeing for comedic effect. Ankle goes crack. I did manage to get Ellie back to sleep though (after a huge feed) and actually slept myself till three when I was woken by the snuffling of a ravenous Ellie monster. After that I let her sleep with us but I suspect I could have got her to settle in the cot. I am a happy Ellie-Mummy. Wanna bet tonight is the night from hell? Current Mood: jubilant | | Friday, June 5th, 2009 | | 3:00 pm |
Aaaagh
Baby=Chaos That is all. Current Mood:  frustrated | | Thursday, June 4th, 2009 | | 1:04 pm |
Bong!
Have struck a blow against the BNP with a lovely democratic clang. Current Mood: accomplished | | 11:53 am |
voting
Sitting here waiting for Richard to send me a map to the pollng station (I get lost easily) In the words of Bill Bailey: Don't let the racist gumbies benefit from a duck island. | | Monday, June 1st, 2009 | | 4:21 pm |
Bagpussesque yawnings
My goodness but I'm tired! Perhaps this is down to a weekend of Richard's Family, Alice's birthday and the NCT reunion (many babies none as beautiful or as advanced as Ellie) Maybe it's because I'm still trying to convince Ellie that a cot is a good place to sleep (last night's surrender time unknown but it was some time after dawn so I could look on it as an improvement were I a little less shattered). Most likely tis a combination of the two, must hope for a better night's sleep tonight though as have a skin zapping appointment in Leeds (at last). (This entry brought to you by the society for the preservation of the parenthesis). Current Mood:  sleepy | | Friday, May 29th, 2009 | | 2:44 pm |
Relief
Can finally stop biting my tongue and mention that my sister is pregnant. This, for those who were in a position to notice, is why I've been panicking every time she called me. She's had her first scan now though and all seems well so I can stop gibbering secretly and, well, gibber in public instead. Does anyone else think she's timed this carefully to maximize potential hand-me-downs? Current Mood: mellow | | 1:08 pm |
twit
spent too long deciding whether to go to the library and now it is closed. Current Mood:  bored | | Thursday, May 28th, 2009 | | 2:20 pm |
Sulking post of sulkiness
Just got back from the library, I have not, however, been into the library as they have changed the opening times so 'twas shut when we arrived. It should jut be open now in fact.. So: no library books for Ellie or me today. I realise that the library is just down the road from me but going there entails convincing Ellie she wants to go out, changing her, getting her into her sling while she wriggles excitedly (it's good that libraries make her happy at least) managing my key and handbag with Ellie-in-sling to get out and lock up and then once I get there, walking the gauntlet of teenagers with fags who like to sit on the library wall (could be worse). Then I have to reverse all that to come home. Perhaps this wouldn't seem such a big deal if I'd had a little more sleep. Ah well, I shall just try again tomorrow. Sulk the second: my favourite pirate tights have laddered. This is obviously an excellent opportunity to do something crafty with the remains but at present I can't seem to stop viewing it instead as a lack of pirate tights. Current Mood: see title | | 2:20 pm |
Sulking post of sulkiness
Just got back from the library, I have not, however, been into the library as they have changed the opening times so 'twas shut when we arrived. It should jut be open now in fact.. So: no library books for Ellie or me today. I realise that the library is just down the road from me but going there entails convincing Ellie she wants to go out, changing her, getting her into her sling while she wriggles excitedly (it's good that libraries make her happy at least) managing my key and handbag with Ellie-in-sling to get out and lock up and then once I get there, walking the gauntlet of teenagers with fags who like to sit on the library wall (could be worse). Then I have to reverse all that to come home. Perhaps this wouldn't seem such a big deal if I'd had a little more sleep. Ah well, I shall just try again tomorrow. Sulk the second: my favourite pirate tights have laddered. This is obviously an excellent opportunity to do something crafty with the remains but at present I can't seem to stop viewing it instead as a lack of pirate tights. Current Mood: see title | | Wednesday, May 27th, 2009 | | 12:54 pm |
| | Tuesday, May 26th, 2009 | | 11:54 am |
a bad bad book
Raising A Daughter is a truly terrible book. Not perhaps the worst book ever but pretty bad nontheless. We bought it because (before Ellie's birth) various people had recommended the book Raising Boys to us should we have a son. so a similar book on a female theme seemed like a useful thing to own. Gahhhh. The book is bad. Bad, bad, bad. The writers spend a good fifth of the wretched thing explaining why they (on a purely personal level) felt that they should write it and excusing the fact that neither of them has in fact actually raised a daughter (but oh how sad this makes them). Following this are some descriptions of female life in various time periods as envisioned by said authors A: happy ancient ancient history time when women were on top, and special, and holy, and represented by fertility bowls (!) but they don't really know why. B sad only slightly ancient hunter gatherer time when men were pigs and women were either killed at birth or traded for dowries. C Nineteen Fifties America (this follows directly from B, presumably in the nineteen fifties all non-Americans were still hunting and gathering) D modern times, where there is equality and a girl can do anything a boy can and even goes to university but the pressure's just too much and she ends up on drugs. It was at this point that I decided no good could come of reading further. I've lost enough San to the wretched tome already, I shall get on with some more sensible literary endeavour, like my new book idea (still a kiddy one I fear) or my paper on why people love Twilight and how to make them stop. | | Monday, May 25th, 2009 | | 10:26 am |
books and laughing at babies
To Begin at the end: Eleanor has a cot mobile that plays a variety of tunes depending on the button pushed, if you push the button for the same tune again the music stops. Ellie loves the music and will happily throw herself around the cot wriggling and giggling (so, not that great for getting her to sleep). This morning she tracked the source of the sound to the big box with buttons (she had been distracted until now by some duplicitous revolving animals) and took great joy in kicking the box in more-or-less-time wih the music. Of course this meant that the music kept changing, much to her surprise, as she kicked the buttons, stranger still: sometimes the music would simply stop, for no reason at all. Every time this happened she'd freeze up in shock as though playing musical statues then, presumably because it's hard to play musical statues all by yourself, she would tentatively poke at the music-making-box with her foot to see what it would do. Fortunately they remained friends as the box would cheerfully burst into song again at the first nudge. For some reason I found this hilarious. To End at the beginning: Raising A Daughter is a truly terrible book, I was going to write a long review of awfulness but the mobile story took longer than I expected. Current Mood: amused |
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