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Jan. 6th, 2006
Happy Little Christmas!
Jan. 6th, 2006 09:52 pmI got a calendar. Yay! And some colored pencils. Yay! And stamps! Yay! (No, really - now I can take the cookies out of the deep freezer (so they wouldn't stale) and mail those suckers. If I'd waited any longer, I'd have to make valentines cookies instead).
I'm not completely incompetant. Really.
Actually, if I'm going to make Valentine's day cookies for anyone (ME!), I have to get on that.
How about three types: Rosewater, Lavender, Coriander-pepper-yummy? That's novel enough, right?
I'm not completely incompetant. Really.
Actually, if I'm going to make Valentine's day cookies for anyone (ME!), I have to get on that.
How about three types: Rosewater, Lavender, Coriander-pepper-yummy? That's novel enough, right?
On Ana's hives...
Jan. 6th, 2006 10:28 pm
Jenn disagrees, but I think I've successfully reduced the possible causes to stress.
She hadn't napped when I thought - after I put her down (still awake) and went to deal with her sister, she got up and made a mess in her room with some lotion and some puzzles. I go in there to check on her a while later, and it's the evil stinky lotion, and I flip and yell at her.
And of course it's past her naptime, because she stayed up, so she freaks out and starts sobbing. And as I'm changing her from her stinky lotion clothes (and her stinky not-lotion diaper, which was why I was checking on her in the first place), she's sobbing away. And I'm still pissed, because I can't stand to be anywhere within 20 feet of that nasty lotion. So I'm fuming away, as calmly as I can be considering I can't breathe around this child, and Ana's sobbing because I just yelled at her, and I'm clearly still upset even if I'm not still yelling, and by the time I get her into bed again, I see the hives on her.
She wasn't anywhere near this awful lotion last time she had hives, nor the time before that. I'd've remembered.
She was, however, crying, sobbing, and generally being upset during that day - often immediately preceding the hives. I thought it had to do with her bed, but it seems to have had to do with waking up and finding her mom was gone.
After she was stripped down, and I calmed down more (I had had to be with her to take off that diaper, or I would've left the room for a bit, I think), I hugged her and sang her to sleep. Not that she deserved it after doing exactly what she knew she wasn't supposed to be doing during her nap, but I really don't think it's good to go to bed upset, certainly not to the point of hysterical hives. So no matter what she does, she usually ends up with something before naptime.
Other than that, she was a sweetie most of the day. We're growing garlic in a cup, and we smelled all the spices in the pantry that she could reach, and she was wonderful taking the bus with the crying baby (why does that baby choose to pee the second the bus arrives? I hate entering a bus with a crying baby and knowing I can't fix the problem until we get where we're going.)
She hadn't napped when I thought - after I put her down (still awake) and went to deal with her sister, she got up and made a mess in her room with some lotion and some puzzles. I go in there to check on her a while later, and it's the evil stinky lotion, and I flip and yell at her.
And of course it's past her naptime, because she stayed up, so she freaks out and starts sobbing. And as I'm changing her from her stinky lotion clothes (and her stinky not-lotion diaper, which was why I was checking on her in the first place), she's sobbing away. And I'm still pissed, because I can't stand to be anywhere within 20 feet of that nasty lotion. So I'm fuming away, as calmly as I can be considering I can't breathe around this child, and Ana's sobbing because I just yelled at her, and I'm clearly still upset even if I'm not still yelling, and by the time I get her into bed again, I see the hives on her.
She wasn't anywhere near this awful lotion last time she had hives, nor the time before that. I'd've remembered.
She was, however, crying, sobbing, and generally being upset during that day - often immediately preceding the hives. I thought it had to do with her bed, but it seems to have had to do with waking up and finding her mom was gone.
After she was stripped down, and I calmed down more (I had had to be with her to take off that diaper, or I would've left the room for a bit, I think), I hugged her and sang her to sleep. Not that she deserved it after doing exactly what she knew she wasn't supposed to be doing during her nap, but I really don't think it's good to go to bed upset, certainly not to the point of hysterical hives. So no matter what she does, she usually ends up with something before naptime.
Other than that, she was a sweetie most of the day. We're growing garlic in a cup, and we smelled all the spices in the pantry that she could reach, and she was wonderful taking the bus with the crying baby (why does that baby choose to pee the second the bus arrives? I hate entering a bus with a crying baby and knowing I can't fix the problem until we get where we're going.)
Don't irritate me for the next few days, 'k? I'm really irritated at somebody you don't know right now, and I have compelling reasons not to tell that person what I think (not least of which is that this person is fairly nice, and it's theoretically not my business anyway), so I'm itching to take my anger out on somebody. Which is completely unfair to you innocent bystanders.
Just... wait a few days to argue with me or anything. I love big drawn-out discussions, but now is Not The Time.
Edit: Look, if I'm avoiding you because of this, it's because I like to get into roaring arguments, and you're a likely target. But now? Not a time for roaring arguments.
...
I'm heading offline.
And into bed.
*pulls up cover*
Maybe I just need sleep.
Just... wait a few days to argue with me or anything. I love big drawn-out discussions, but now is Not The Time.
Edit: Look, if I'm avoiding you because of this, it's because I like to get into roaring arguments, and you're a likely target. But now? Not a time for roaring arguments.
...
I'm heading offline.
And into bed.
*pulls up cover*
Maybe I just need sleep.