Spring updates
Mar. 28th, 2014 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideSo I keep sitting down to write this epic story of something that happened to me in high school, but then other things keep happening (like I have to do laundry, or CJ wakes up, or I'm querying again, or write something for HitRECord instead, or whatever.)
In the meantime, here's a quickie-quick update:
CJ's finally teething, at nearly 10.5 months. Took him long enough! But that first tooth is poking through on the bottom. It seems to really hurt, too. He keeps hooking his fingers into his gums and pulling. And crying randomly, pulling his ear, rubbing his jaw. Aww. Teeth are so mean.
He has stopped saying “fish” to the fish, but says “egg” to the little egg-shaped lip balms I keep around. Still barks at the dogs, moos like a cow, and greets people with an enthusiastic, “Heyyyyy!” and a wave when they come in. He signs for “milk,” “eat,” and “cousin” when he wants to know where Jo-chan is. He can walk around holding onto things, and he dances when music comes on. Like, really gets down and funky with it.
Last week we were supposed to get hit with one last, HUGE Nor'easter storm. But instead of the predicted 6-8 inches, we got NOTHING. Except freezing weather and huge winds. But no snow. THANK YOU. It's still cold, but the smell of Spring is in the air, and it's a little balmy.
“A balmy Spring wind
reminding me of something
I cannot recall”
I think that's by Richard Wright. I remember reading it in college. Cece-Ann and I used to quote it all the time. Until eventually—because we were gross and scatological--”Spring wind” came to mean “when the dogs let one rip.”
I feel like I've been waiting forever for this Spring. Last year I was so damn pregnant. Then I felt sort of housebound after CJ was born (well, I was, I mean, I was too stupid to figure out how to take him and the dogs out to the park or whatever. And of course, they tell you not to take the baby out in public for the first 12 weeks or something like that.) And he was so colicky. Last summer is a blur to me. I never opened the pool, or cleaned up the yard, or anything.
Well, this year it's still going to be nigh impossible to get the pool opened or the yard cleaned without help. I'm just going to have to ask for help, that's all. The yard is a mess after this stupid winter. Tree limbs, hell, entire TREES down in the yard. (The neighbor's tree fell onto my shed.) Debris everywhere, too.
What I really want to do is get Havoc outside into a flight cage. As of now, I wake up at around 5 AM to put him into a carrier so I can cover him, otherwise he'll start screaming as soon as the sun comes up. Then no one gets any sleep. He'll obviously scream at sunrise outside, too, but at least he'll be farther away and maybe I won't hear him as much.
Maybe we'll go to the park today, if it doesn't rain. It's windy and cold, but not “I can't move my eyeballs” kind of cold.
Tomorrow I have to open the clinic early for a rich client who wants a 90 minute massage. Ugh, I hate opening early. But it must be done.
GOD DAMN IT, the crow just screamed and woke the baby.
He has to go outside. >_
In the meantime, here's a quickie-quick update:
CJ's finally teething, at nearly 10.5 months. Took him long enough! But that first tooth is poking through on the bottom. It seems to really hurt, too. He keeps hooking his fingers into his gums and pulling. And crying randomly, pulling his ear, rubbing his jaw. Aww. Teeth are so mean.
He has stopped saying “fish” to the fish, but says “egg” to the little egg-shaped lip balms I keep around. Still barks at the dogs, moos like a cow, and greets people with an enthusiastic, “Heyyyyy!” and a wave when they come in. He signs for “milk,” “eat,” and “cousin” when he wants to know where Jo-chan is. He can walk around holding onto things, and he dances when music comes on. Like, really gets down and funky with it.
Last week we were supposed to get hit with one last, HUGE Nor'easter storm. But instead of the predicted 6-8 inches, we got NOTHING. Except freezing weather and huge winds. But no snow. THANK YOU. It's still cold, but the smell of Spring is in the air, and it's a little balmy.
“A balmy Spring wind
reminding me of something
I cannot recall”
I think that's by Richard Wright. I remember reading it in college. Cece-Ann and I used to quote it all the time. Until eventually—because we were gross and scatological--”Spring wind” came to mean “when the dogs let one rip.”
I feel like I've been waiting forever for this Spring. Last year I was so damn pregnant. Then I felt sort of housebound after CJ was born (well, I was, I mean, I was too stupid to figure out how to take him and the dogs out to the park or whatever. And of course, they tell you not to take the baby out in public for the first 12 weeks or something like that.) And he was so colicky. Last summer is a blur to me. I never opened the pool, or cleaned up the yard, or anything.
Well, this year it's still going to be nigh impossible to get the pool opened or the yard cleaned without help. I'm just going to have to ask for help, that's all. The yard is a mess after this stupid winter. Tree limbs, hell, entire TREES down in the yard. (The neighbor's tree fell onto my shed.) Debris everywhere, too.
What I really want to do is get Havoc outside into a flight cage. As of now, I wake up at around 5 AM to put him into a carrier so I can cover him, otherwise he'll start screaming as soon as the sun comes up. Then no one gets any sleep. He'll obviously scream at sunrise outside, too, but at least he'll be farther away and maybe I won't hear him as much.
Maybe we'll go to the park today, if it doesn't rain. It's windy and cold, but not “I can't move my eyeballs” kind of cold.
Tomorrow I have to open the clinic early for a rich client who wants a 90 minute massage. Ugh, I hate opening early. But it must be done.
GOD DAMN IT, the crow just screamed and woke the baby.
He has to go outside. >_
