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fleaTraining a new student. How I hate it. It reveals me in my essential introvertedness - while my boss things I am a Myers-Briggs "E" I know I am an "I". I'm just playacting in my public service role. I told my colleague I was shy recently and she was very surprised! How little people at work actually know one.
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Casper has slept without waking loud or long enough to need a visit, from bedtime until 6am, for three nights in a row now. We are praising her to the skies every morning. I hope it sticks. For good, this time. On the down side, she seems to be getting up for the day at 6am. But if I've had 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep by then, so am I, so we're good.
Can't get her to eat a damned thing now, of course.
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We were spontaneous this weekend - which we, by which I mean I, never are/am - gosh I've gotten myself into a mess let's just start a new sentence, shall we? We went to the beach. Drove to Wilmington on the spur of the moment, Casper napping in the car on the way there. We ate a picnic lunch in the city to check it out, wilted in the heat and walked around a bit, bizarrely ran into a woman from my work walking her dog, then drove down to Fort Fisher State Park on the coast. They have a nice aquarium there, with many large alligators who ogled Casper as a potential treat. Also small but nice jellyfish exhibit - of the ones that are sort of brownish and had very long trailing bits, Casper said, "It's nasty!" but of the Moon Jellies she said, "It's like a moon," before being told their name. Then late afternoon beach at the state park, back into Wilmington to eat dinner on the riverwalk. Left for home a little after 8, and Casper was asleep by 8:30, and we got home about 10:30. Aside from guilt about gas-using and the fact that it was 10-15 degrees hotter than I'd like, it was a great trip. Casper was a trouper. Only very minor hurricane Ophelia damage visible.
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Sunday afternoon luckily struck me as comedic rather than tragic. I tried to put Casper down for her nap at 1, but she wasn't having any of it. Threw everything out of her crib, screaming. I was having one of those "if I do not sleep now I may die" sort of moments, so I lay down on the futon in her room and said she could lie with me or play quietly. Well, we all know how quietly 2 year olds play, right? After maybe 45 minutes I put her in her crib again, with toys, and went to my bed. Then I slept a little but was awakened every 5-10 minutes by noises - Casper talking, opening her closet door from inside her crib, frat boys next door coming and going, noises on the street. Casper finally fell asleep and I did too - only to wake up half an hour later out of a vivid nightmare, wherein mr. flea came home to find a police officer here, our TV and VCR and various other things stolen, because I had neglected to lock the house while the baby and I napped. Then I went into the front room and found a large louty man under the table, who climbed out saying, "well, I stayed because I like to hurt people..." at which point I tried to scream for mr. flea and the cop but couldn't make a sound, and woke up.
Clearly the universe did not wish me to have a nap.
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Casper has slept without waking loud or long enough to need a visit, from bedtime until 6am, for three nights in a row now. We are praising her to the skies every morning. I hope it sticks. For good, this time. On the down side, she seems to be getting up for the day at 6am. But if I've had 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep by then, so am I, so we're good.
Can't get her to eat a damned thing now, of course.
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We were spontaneous this weekend - which we, by which I mean I, never are/am - gosh I've gotten myself into a mess let's just start a new sentence, shall we? We went to the beach. Drove to Wilmington on the spur of the moment, Casper napping in the car on the way there. We ate a picnic lunch in the city to check it out, wilted in the heat and walked around a bit, bizarrely ran into a woman from my work walking her dog, then drove down to Fort Fisher State Park on the coast. They have a nice aquarium there, with many large alligators who ogled Casper as a potential treat. Also small but nice jellyfish exhibit - of the ones that are sort of brownish and had very long trailing bits, Casper said, "It's nasty!" but of the Moon Jellies she said, "It's like a moon," before being told their name. Then late afternoon beach at the state park, back into Wilmington to eat dinner on the riverwalk. Left for home a little after 8, and Casper was asleep by 8:30, and we got home about 10:30. Aside from guilt about gas-using and the fact that it was 10-15 degrees hotter than I'd like, it was a great trip. Casper was a trouper. Only very minor hurricane Ophelia damage visible.
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Sunday afternoon luckily struck me as comedic rather than tragic. I tried to put Casper down for her nap at 1, but she wasn't having any of it. Threw everything out of her crib, screaming. I was having one of those "if I do not sleep now I may die" sort of moments, so I lay down on the futon in her room and said she could lie with me or play quietly. Well, we all know how quietly 2 year olds play, right? After maybe 45 minutes I put her in her crib again, with toys, and went to my bed. Then I slept a little but was awakened every 5-10 minutes by noises - Casper talking, opening her closet door from inside her crib, frat boys next door coming and going, noises on the street. Casper finally fell asleep and I did too - only to wake up half an hour later out of a vivid nightmare, wherein mr. flea came home to find a police officer here, our TV and VCR and various other things stolen, because I had neglected to lock the house while the baby and I napped. Then I went into the front room and found a large louty man under the table, who climbed out saying, "well, I stayed because I like to hurt people..." at which point I tried to scream for mr. flea and the cop but couldn't make a sound, and woke up.
Clearly the universe did not wish me to have a nap.