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sunday morning
Nice morning. The baby woke about 5:30 but we fetched her into bed and she fell asleep after I nursed her. She was sprawly and crowding me, though, so eventually I went to sleep on the futon in her room (where the cat kept nudging my butt with her head - she had a very persistent nudge). Despite all these interruptions, I got to sleep until 8:30 more or less. Then waffles in the breakfast nook and nice sunshine coming in, eventually front stoop chitchat with neighbors and a park interlude, now everone is sleeping and I bathed and when they wake up we'll go see a friend's new hose. (I want a house).
This is all good because I spent the end of the week and yesterday feeling gloomy about being always tired, always behind in house chores, and always not having enough money. We've been going out to eat too much and that plus assorted travel means we still are living paycheck to paycheck which I hate doing. So trying to appreciate what we have, take time to cook at home, have people over (we saw Pam and Reuben last night for, shamefully, the first time in 9 months and Pam did the dishes woo hoo), not spend whole life moping about wishing for $200 sweaters.
After our haircuts yesterday (this version is less flippy, more gamine - shorter at the nape, longer on top) we splurged on a little push wagon for Casper. It's by Radio Flyer and very sturdy with a low center of gravity, expensive but we'll make it an heirloom. The idea was for her to have a little cart she could push around the house as she gets more comfortable with walking (she walks freely holding onto someone, but still very slow, hesitant, falling down a lot by herself). Instead she likes climbing into the cart and sitting waiting to be pushed by us. She seems to find it cosy - it's her little place. She pushes it some, too, and stands up and tries to surf on it. Falls off occasionally, but one slightly fat lip is the only wound, and she's really pretty physically daring and tough. She discovered she can climb on the coffee table and stand up, which we are discouraging, suggesting the armchair as a more appropriate climbing toy. She occasionally gets off the chair backwards and feet first but more often goes fowards, slumps until her feet are near the floor, and flings herself down, ending on hands and knees. She laughs at this. At the park she climbs the gym and hurls herself down the slide. Bored with swinging mostly. Still a voracious wood mulch eater.
This is all good because I spent the end of the week and yesterday feeling gloomy about being always tired, always behind in house chores, and always not having enough money. We've been going out to eat too much and that plus assorted travel means we still are living paycheck to paycheck which I hate doing. So trying to appreciate what we have, take time to cook at home, have people over (we saw Pam and Reuben last night for, shamefully, the first time in 9 months and Pam did the dishes woo hoo), not spend whole life moping about wishing for $200 sweaters.
After our haircuts yesterday (this version is less flippy, more gamine - shorter at the nape, longer on top) we splurged on a little push wagon for Casper. It's by Radio Flyer and very sturdy with a low center of gravity, expensive but we'll make it an heirloom. The idea was for her to have a little cart she could push around the house as she gets more comfortable with walking (she walks freely holding onto someone, but still very slow, hesitant, falling down a lot by herself). Instead she likes climbing into the cart and sitting waiting to be pushed by us. She seems to find it cosy - it's her little place. She pushes it some, too, and stands up and tries to surf on it. Falls off occasionally, but one slightly fat lip is the only wound, and she's really pretty physically daring and tough. She discovered she can climb on the coffee table and stand up, which we are discouraging, suggesting the armchair as a more appropriate climbing toy. She occasionally gets off the chair backwards and feet first but more often goes fowards, slumps until her feet are near the floor, and flings herself down, ending on hands and knees. She laughs at this. At the park she climbs the gym and hurls herself down the slide. Bored with swinging mostly. Still a voracious wood mulch eater.
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