I was toast all day,
after getting up at 4 am to deal with Annika.
Both kids were home. Teo wanted so badly
to be doing something. The sky opened up
with some sunshine. It was becoming irresistible.
Just at the end of Sesame Street
(Teo’s one TV option – it’s so great, really)
I got Annika, full up with applesauce and formula –
to go to sleep. So we had hours of needing
just to hang around and wait for her to wake.
When Marin came home at 2, we got out,
so she could sleep.
I pushed Annika and Teo up the subdivision streets
and into the Birch Hill Cross Country ski trails.
We wanted to go “to the top of Birch Hill”
which, sadly, is an eyesore of transmission towers.
Because of two weeks of rain
the mushrooms were everywhere.
Note: we have been having a great week
of potty training for Matteo. Our HUGE stash
of M&M’s is becoming depleted.
Five for a poo, two for a pee. Yaay!
And if we go a full day – ICE CREAM!
Note 2: Last night Annika went into my care
at 3:30 am, I think. I decided to try what worked
last night, sans the movie. Rocking her in the chair
with a pacifier seemed to work.
My legs had become sticks of wood, and my butt
a bedsore by the time 6:30 came around,
and I had to pee.
We did watch 15 minutes of a Nova
at 3:30 am on how bacteria communicate (!)
and 10 minutes a program at 4:00
called “Carrier” about an aircraft carrier
and what kinds of religion goes on on the carrier.
It was a little depressing. All these Catholics and
charismatic Christians talking on and on,
proselytizing, using the ship’s closed circuit TV
to push America’s religions.
And one solitary Jew, the only one on the ship.
Nothing about the people who don’t buy it. I mean,
conventional religiousity. How about the ethics
of the present war. How about killing people in general.
There were several fliers saying, one after another,
that whatever the commander in chief orders,
they’re there to do. Consummate techno-geeks.
How does that make them any better
than the Germans proudly improving the systems
in the death camps, huh?
Oh my. Maybe I shouldn’t be blogging.
At least not on this little sleep.
after getting up at 4 am to deal with Annika.
Both kids were home. Teo wanted so badly
to be doing something. The sky opened up
with some sunshine. It was becoming irresistible.
Just at the end of Sesame Street
(Teo’s one TV option – it’s so great, really)
I got Annika, full up with applesauce and formula –
to go to sleep. So we had hours of needing
just to hang around and wait for her to wake.
When Marin came home at 2, we got out,
so she could sleep.
I pushed Annika and Teo up the subdivision streets
and into the Birch Hill Cross Country ski trails.
We wanted to go “to the top of Birch Hill”
which, sadly, is an eyesore of transmission towers.
Because of two weeks of rain
the mushrooms were everywhere.
Note: we have been having a great week
of potty training for Matteo. Our HUGE stash
of M&M’s is becoming depleted.
Five for a poo, two for a pee. Yaay!
And if we go a full day – ICE CREAM!
Note 2: Last night Annika went into my care
at 3:30 am, I think. I decided to try what worked
last night, sans the movie. Rocking her in the chair
with a pacifier seemed to work.
My legs had become sticks of wood, and my butt
a bedsore by the time 6:30 came around,
and I had to pee.
We did watch 15 minutes of a Nova
at 3:30 am on how bacteria communicate (!)
and 10 minutes a program at 4:00
called “Carrier” about an aircraft carrier
and what kinds of religion goes on on the carrier.
It was a little depressing. All these Catholics and
charismatic Christians talking on and on,
proselytizing, using the ship’s closed circuit TV
to push America’s religions.
And one solitary Jew, the only one on the ship.
Nothing about the people who don’t buy it. I mean,
conventional religiousity. How about the ethics
of the present war. How about killing people in general.
There were several fliers saying, one after another,
that whatever the commander in chief orders,
they’re there to do. Consummate techno-geeks.
How does that make them any better
than the Germans proudly improving the systems
in the death camps, huh?
Oh my. Maybe I shouldn’t be blogging.
At least not on this little sleep.
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3 comments:
Yeah he's back Yeah Yeah Yeah.
I create posts - only in my mind. Fun to see a real one.
Hey! Rebecca Clack fixed a farewell lunch for my family a couple months back, and told me you had a blog and a baby named Annika.
Don't know if you remember a fat tow-headed Okie gal from UUFF, but my daughter is named Annika, too. Nice taste you have. ;)
Just go on and have a third baby. THEN it will all come together. Hah!
WOW! It's great to see you writing again. Love the whole "raging" details! Take your time. Write what you feel. Dad's voices are so seldom heard. Breathe. Write. Sleep.
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