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fleaAgainst all odds, we have had an excellent afternoon, by which I mean that Casper fell asleep on me on the couch a little after 1, and is still sleeping (I wiggled out from under her at about 3:40). mr. flea is also doing his walrus impression in the bedroom, and I am preparing to make chicken and wild rice soup from the Whole Foods cookbook - it has mushrooms and sherry and a little cream and is excellent.
I think Casper came back wrong from her cold; at any rate, she came back 2, and it's driving me bananas. Lots of whining, lots of testing: paint on the wall, on a chair, marker on the table, all in front of me and with full knowledge that this is not how we behave; rmeote into the VCR twice immediately after I told her that was not allowed. Also the begging for TV or videos. And the not eating, plus whining. I think partly she's still in the recovery phase, and partly stir-crazy from being housebound with only Mommy and Daddy to play with for 5 days. I want my non-obstreperous kid back please! Did learn a useful new phrase: "on the tip of your nose" i.e. bugging me to no end, which mr. flea picked up from the Sri Lankan boys in his office.
Have acquired and am wearing drawstring waist corduroys from J. Jill (courtesy of gift card) and I love them. They are like corduroy sweatpants you can wear to work. Also useful for those of fluctuating waistline. We also exchanged our gift of a $50 popcorn popper (we like popcorn, but make it in a pan on the stovetop very happily) at Williams-Sonoma for a nice little 5-inch sankotu knife. Now we just need a big chef's knife (and to get all of our existing knives sharpened, since the new one makes them all magically dull). Were does one go to sharpen knives? We have a mix of stainless and old-fashioned.
Partly as a result of this week's cold, the weaning of Casper seems to be proceeding. Her regular nursing habits (usually 2 of these times: 4am, 4:30pm, 8:30pm) have not reappeared, and many times lately she has asked to nurse, tried very briefly, and said, "There's no nursie in there," and either pitched a fit or happily asked for juice. We still rely on the big guns for serious freakouts, though, like last night's 1am full-bodied screaming kicking freakout, which occurred spontaneously while we were all sleeping.
Since we found a piece of cheese on our driveway last night, presumably a gift from the Frat Boys Next Door (we have sanely concluded that they dropped a piece on the deck while making burgers, and tossed it like a frisbee, and it got lucky and made it through the hedge to our yard) I have been pondering the next step. I should buy a pack of Kraft singles and leave one every few days in some odd location about their property: on the front door mat, on a car hood, pressed to the window in the kitchen. (Since they seem not to lock their house - mr. flea went over at 2 to ask them to turn down the TV and found nobody was watching it and the door was unlocked - I could creep in and leave one on the DVD player!)
I think Casper came back wrong from her cold; at any rate, she came back 2, and it's driving me bananas. Lots of whining, lots of testing: paint on the wall, on a chair, marker on the table, all in front of me and with full knowledge that this is not how we behave; rmeote into the VCR twice immediately after I told her that was not allowed. Also the begging for TV or videos. And the not eating, plus whining. I think partly she's still in the recovery phase, and partly stir-crazy from being housebound with only Mommy and Daddy to play with for 5 days. I want my non-obstreperous kid back please! Did learn a useful new phrase: "on the tip of your nose" i.e. bugging me to no end, which mr. flea picked up from the Sri Lankan boys in his office.
Have acquired and am wearing drawstring waist corduroys from J. Jill (courtesy of gift card) and I love them. They are like corduroy sweatpants you can wear to work. Also useful for those of fluctuating waistline. We also exchanged our gift of a $50 popcorn popper (we like popcorn, but make it in a pan on the stovetop very happily) at Williams-Sonoma for a nice little 5-inch sankotu knife. Now we just need a big chef's knife (and to get all of our existing knives sharpened, since the new one makes them all magically dull). Were does one go to sharpen knives? We have a mix of stainless and old-fashioned.
Partly as a result of this week's cold, the weaning of Casper seems to be proceeding. Her regular nursing habits (usually 2 of these times: 4am, 4:30pm, 8:30pm) have not reappeared, and many times lately she has asked to nurse, tried very briefly, and said, "There's no nursie in there," and either pitched a fit or happily asked for juice. We still rely on the big guns for serious freakouts, though, like last night's 1am full-bodied screaming kicking freakout, which occurred spontaneously while we were all sleeping.
Since we found a piece of cheese on our driveway last night, presumably a gift from the Frat Boys Next Door (we have sanely concluded that they dropped a piece on the deck while making burgers, and tossed it like a frisbee, and it got lucky and made it through the hedge to our yard) I have been pondering the next step. I should buy a pack of Kraft singles and leave one every few days in some odd location about their property: on the front door mat, on a car hood, pressed to the window in the kitchen. (Since they seem not to lock their house - mr. flea went over at 2 to ask them to turn down the TV and found nobody was watching it and the door was unlocked - I could creep in and leave one on the DVD player!)