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The fact that I had a dream about all my Neocolours and LJ friends, or the fact that as I was dreaming, dream-Connie was composing a LiveJournal post about the events in said dream (involving this asshat dying), or that the fact that as soon as I resigned myself to the fact that I was indeed awake, I started composing a LiveJournal entry about the dream... It was much better than this one, but too long, and it involved dream-details
Ana slept until nine this morning, meaning we missed the toddler program entirely. She's usually up by seven. So her nap was also delayed by two hours, joy. Now she's nice and comfy asleep. (Again, I must say, that Ten Green Bottles song works like a charm. Though she occasionally tries to stop its magic by requesting "no sing".)
Ana-baby is such a sweetie. On our way over to my house, the following things earned her my eternal squeeing - 1. She completely randomly put her toy stroller away *neatly* instead of just "in the livingroom" when she realized we were leaving 2. when we were passing by the bath and body works store where they want to take her picture for ads, she politely asked for a paper (she got a jobs wanted flyer) and then said thanks (I'd work there, except that all that stuff is strongly perfumed, it makes me a bit naseous to just walk past the place. They have cute bath bubbles, though) and 3. when we were going up the stairs, she paused to say "scuze me bugs" at the ants so she wouldn't step on them. She's so considerate.
The following thing made me scream: Ana has no concept of "not in my bag!" and, while I was in the bathroom, took out and opened the jar of wheat germ I'd set out for 'dul, spilling it all over my stuff. I was not a happy Connie. Also, she's yet to eat lunch, she keeps saying she's not hungry, then she is hungry, then she's not. I'd offer her some curdled milkstuffs (aka "yay-gurt"), but I think the only form of that we have in this house is the kind that already has fruit and tons of sugar in it, so I'd rather not.
Oh, and she really is smart. She knows some of the words to most of her books now, and she can sing along (kindasorta) to a lot of the songs I sing at her. I was going through "I had a cat" with her, and she knew most of the words, just she was slow. (See, I do know normal children's songs, not just songs about murder and death.)
Ana slept until nine this morning, meaning we missed the toddler program entirely. She's usually up by seven. So her nap was also delayed by two hours, joy. Now she's nice and comfy asleep. (Again, I must say, that Ten Green Bottles song works like a charm. Though she occasionally tries to stop its magic by requesting "no sing".)
Ana-baby is such a sweetie. On our way over to my house, the following things earned her my eternal squeeing - 1. She completely randomly put her toy stroller away *neatly* instead of just "in the livingroom" when she realized we were leaving 2. when we were passing by the bath and body works store where they want to take her picture for ads, she politely asked for a paper (she got a jobs wanted flyer) and then said thanks (I'd work there, except that all that stuff is strongly perfumed, it makes me a bit naseous to just walk past the place. They have cute bath bubbles, though) and 3. when we were going up the stairs, she paused to say "scuze me bugs" at the ants so she wouldn't step on them. She's so considerate.
The following thing made me scream: Ana has no concept of "not in my bag!" and, while I was in the bathroom, took out and opened the jar of wheat germ I'd set out for 'dul, spilling it all over my stuff. I was not a happy Connie. Also, she's yet to eat lunch, she keeps saying she's not hungry, then she is hungry, then she's not. I'd offer her some curdled milkstuffs (aka "yay-gurt"), but I think the only form of that we have in this house is the kind that already has fruit and tons of sugar in it, so I'd rather not.
Oh, and she really is smart. She knows some of the words to most of her books now, and she can sing along (kindasorta) to a lot of the songs I sing at her. I was going through "I had a cat" with her, and she knew most of the words, just she was slow. (See, I do know normal children's songs, not just songs about murder and death.)
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:57 pm (UTC)And I intend to certainly tell him about the lunch problem, and the anecdotes... but maybe not the wheat germ one. That makes me look bad.
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Date: 2005-08-26 04:00 am (UTC)But, I must ask: what's Neocolours?
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Date: 2005-08-26 06:32 pm (UTC)I mean the fora, really, not the site itself.
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Date: 2005-08-24 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 07:57 pm (UTC)And I intend to certainly tell him about the lunch problem, and the anecdotes... but maybe not the wheat germ one. That makes me look bad.
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Date: 2005-08-26 04:00 am (UTC)But, I must ask: what's Neocolours?
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Date: 2005-08-26 06:32 pm (UTC)I mean the fora, really, not the site itself.