*headdesks a few times*

I woke up very early ('round four), so I've been entertaining myself by visiting random blogs linked to from Ragged Edge. I've run through all my linguistics blogs already.

And then I think "Hey, I have time until I have to leave (only about 20 minutes now, but that wasn't the case then), I can read the comments people have left as well!"

Oh. Dear. God.

There is some profound stupidity running around the internet. I already knew that, but I kinda hoped it was limited to... well, those who did it mostly on purpose. I need to go now. Maybe a nice long walk will clear my brain.

Next time I wake up early, I'll just do something guaranteed not to piss me off. Like maybe trying to figure out international affairs. Again.

On watching Ana, and the new baby...

They're going to start paying me again next week, so that's good - as I say, if I wanted to be a parent, I would go out and have kids. (This statement should not be taken to mean that I wouldn't "step up to the plate" if Jenn/'dul or Lizziey/Chris were to suddenly die and all, just that since they're all still alive....)

Ana is getting smarter by the day. Interesting thing, though...

( Cutted for linguistical musings )

And of course, she's big on "no", a lot when people are leaving and she doesn't want them to:

NO BYE-BYE! NO O-WA! NO ALUVYU!

or possibly

NO BYE-BYE MOMMY! BYE-BYE CONNIE!

because, of course, she figures you can just trade adults that way.

Baby's due in the front-end of November, they decided on a name: Evangeline Gaia. I'm going to go on record as not liking that middle name. Can't, of course, argue with "Evangeline" :)

When Jenn goes back to work, I'll watch the baby (Eva? Evie? Evangeline? Who knows?), and Ana will be in pre-school. If that works, I might watch them both, but only a few days a week. They simply can't afford to put them both in daycare, and unless I'm suddenly called away to California... well, I work cheap. They're family.

My mom sings a lot of Belgian-French children's songs with Ana. I'm working now on getting translations so I can eventually sing them in English, force the world to sing them in English, and... well, that's the end of my diabolical plan.

There were no bubbles at the toddler program today. I was sore disappointed. I like bubbles.

Point of interest:

In the middle of spamming my journal (whilst yelling, no less), is not the time to accuse me of being miserable, lonely, and without a life. (What am I, then, pining for the fjords? Damn, I should rename my journal.)

I'm just sayin'....

(And I never claimed to have a life, so I don't mind perpetuating this. It's more fun than watching Ana sleep, I'll say that for it, though decidedly less fun than watching Firefly. Hm....)