Saturday: In a Nutshell
Aug. 6th, 2006 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altarflameI live in a nutshell, you know.
Really though, although the late evening got really stressful with all the kids melting down at once and dinner horribly delayed...the rest of the day was really great.
Great alone time with Ananda - we went out shopping and then got some fish from Long John's and sat by a duck pond eating together. There was a gorgeous sunshower with a rainbow. I told her stories about when I was six.
Great loving snuck in with Grant.
I made Talula_fairie's Tori Amos doll...though it came out looking a bit like a Tori as Played by a Drag Queen doll...I think I'm going to throw in something extra with it for her.
I folded and hung a good two loads worth of laundry.
And, of course, did all the normal dishes fruit retrieval diaper changing nursing getting down for naps stuff that I do everyday.
Come evening I gave Isaac, Annie and Aaron haircuts, and I'm thrilled with them all. Isaac's was getting so long that it wasn't curling right anymore and was starting to just go really crazy in his eyes and down his back. Annie's just needed to be trimmed a little. But Aaron...
Don't let the expression fool you, he was completely thrilled with it. Giddy. Considering that it's one of the most "complex" cuts I've ever done myself, I'm pretty happy with how it came out.
I talked to my mom for awhile. I called my dad to tell him a good joke I read. I finally, for the first time out of four days of searching, came up with a few agents' names online who accept NEW, unpublished authors' non-fiction and memoirs.
AND, Grant and I had a long conversation and decided I will take a class this Fall. I'm excited about getting a jumpstart on "going back to college". I'll probably start with something core, that I like and am good at, like english, because it would be a bit much right now for me to take on a very challenging math or science and seems frivolous to just do an elective when I'm itching for SOME mental stimulation.
The Joke I Told my Dad:
This guy is leaving a party really late at night, he decides to drag a couple of friends with him to show them his new apartment. He's giving them the full tour, and when they come to his bedroom, there is a giant brass gong. "What's up with that?" they ask, and he replies, "It's a talking clock - watch this." So he hits it, full force so that it's ear-splittingly loud, and at the end of the noise a voice from the other side of the wall yells, "IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE DAMNED MORNING!!"
Anyway. I think I'm going back to Mass tomorrow morning, alone. I tried to work out my sister babysitting so Grant could come with me, but that didn't pan out.
And, I'm starting to get very very resentful of Isaac nursing. I'm not sure if it's a biological response to pregnancy (I don't mind Jake nursing at all though - perhaps tandem is just a big drain on my system, or I subconsciously know he doesn't "need" it anymore at 2 1/2)), or that he is so mean and rude about it - tangling and pulling my hair, refusing to let me look at him, popping off to tell me he doesn't love me, throwing screaming fits whenever it's time to stop (even if it's been half an hour and it's the third time that day already). I'm sensing weaning in his future, over the next couple of months, because it's really getting bad. I absolutely loved nursing him while I was pregnant with Jake - sometimes it was the only way to get him to be still or quiet, and I always felt so warm and cuddly drifing off to sleep with him midafternoon, on the couch. But it hasn't been that way for a long time, now.
Really though, although the late evening got really stressful with all the kids melting down at once and dinner horribly delayed...the rest of the day was really great.
Great alone time with Ananda - we went out shopping and then got some fish from Long John's and sat by a duck pond eating together. There was a gorgeous sunshower with a rainbow. I told her stories about when I was six.
Great loving snuck in with Grant.
I made Talula_fairie's Tori Amos doll...though it came out looking a bit like a Tori as Played by a Drag Queen doll...I think I'm going to throw in something extra with it for her.
I folded and hung a good two loads worth of laundry.
And, of course, did all the normal dishes fruit retrieval diaper changing nursing getting down for naps stuff that I do everyday.
Come evening I gave Isaac, Annie and Aaron haircuts, and I'm thrilled with them all. Isaac's was getting so long that it wasn't curling right anymore and was starting to just go really crazy in his eyes and down his back. Annie's just needed to be trimmed a little. But Aaron...
Don't let the expression fool you, he was completely thrilled with it. Giddy. Considering that it's one of the most "complex" cuts I've ever done myself, I'm pretty happy with how it came out.
I talked to my mom for awhile. I called my dad to tell him a good joke I read. I finally, for the first time out of four days of searching, came up with a few agents' names online who accept NEW, unpublished authors' non-fiction and memoirs.
AND, Grant and I had a long conversation and decided I will take a class this Fall. I'm excited about getting a jumpstart on "going back to college". I'll probably start with something core, that I like and am good at, like english, because it would be a bit much right now for me to take on a very challenging math or science and seems frivolous to just do an elective when I'm itching for SOME mental stimulation.
The Joke I Told my Dad:
This guy is leaving a party really late at night, he decides to drag a couple of friends with him to show them his new apartment. He's giving them the full tour, and when they come to his bedroom, there is a giant brass gong. "What's up with that?" they ask, and he replies, "It's a talking clock - watch this." So he hits it, full force so that it's ear-splittingly loud, and at the end of the noise a voice from the other side of the wall yells, "IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE DAMNED MORNING!!"
Anyway. I think I'm going back to Mass tomorrow morning, alone. I tried to work out my sister babysitting so Grant could come with me, but that didn't pan out.
And, I'm starting to get very very resentful of Isaac nursing. I'm not sure if it's a biological response to pregnancy (I don't mind Jake nursing at all though - perhaps tandem is just a big drain on my system, or I subconsciously know he doesn't "need" it anymore at 2 1/2)), or that he is so mean and rude about it - tangling and pulling my hair, refusing to let me look at him, popping off to tell me he doesn't love me, throwing screaming fits whenever it's time to stop (even if it's been half an hour and it's the third time that day already). I'm sensing weaning in his future, over the next couple of months, because it's really getting bad. I absolutely loved nursing him while I was pregnant with Jake - sometimes it was the only way to get him to be still or quiet, and I always felt so warm and cuddly drifing off to sleep with him midafternoon, on the couch. But it hasn't been that way for a long time, now.
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:35 am (UTC)I don't think I could tolerate my toddler popping off and telling me he didn't love me! Gah. That has to be hard. What a patient mama you are.
The pics of Aaron are adorable. I love drag-queen tori (that is her name now!).
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-06 02:50 pm (UTC)I think taking a class will be good for you. It'll be a great dose of you-time before #5 shows up, and you'll get to stretch those brain muscles that have gotten dusty-- although we all know LJ can be quite the intellectual workout ... ;)
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Date: 2006-08-06 03:21 pm (UTC)I think if Cerys pooped off the boob to say she doesn't love me, that'd be the last straw. She does have fits when it's time to stop, whines at me a lot some days to nurse nurse nurse, and it drives me batty. Some days it's OK, some days I really have to put my foot down. I think if I was pregnant on top of the tandem nursing my head would EXPLODE. I am totally sympathetic to your feelings with that.
And that's a funny joke!