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06/28/2002 Entry: "Morning"
He's eating a rice cake. Neither of us are dressed yet, though it's our usual routine to be so. Too darn hot. I'm in my underwear, and he's in a onesie. Rice cake decorates his front.
He nibbles on the cake as he roams about the room. Every few minutes, he makes his way to my chair, stands between my knees, and nurses for a few seconds before returning to his explorations. I'm amused by his resourcefulness, if not by his activities.
He's already turned off the computer's power strip once today, as well as breaking into the supposedly babyproofed cabinet and slamming his little fingers in the door. I'm too tired to try to predict what he'll do next. Tired physically, tired emotionally, tired mentally. Just tired. Beaten.
I need a hug, and a sincere one.
Replies: 5 sandcastles
Back in the day when I was living in an old farmhouse with just the bare necessities (meaning no ac, not a whole lot in the way of purty-ness and not many nifty modern conveniences - Ah, the crazy things we do in our youth!) I would beat the heat by placing a metal bowl full of ice cubes and water in front of the fan. Seemed to help a bit (my own little AC unit!). Of course, the trick will be to keep Sam out of it!
Pleasant thoughts coming your way - hang in there!
Posted by Starr @ 06/30/2002 08:40 AM EST
sincere hug from me, too. xo
Posted by Janet @ 06/28/2002 03:08 PM EST
big are are need all around, methinks.
Posted by Andrea R @ 06/28/2002 10:48 AM EST
How about a sincere virtual hug? *hug hug hug*
The more you put into them, the better the turn out. You're an inspiration, Carrie. :o)
Posted by Hilary @ 06/28/2002 10:45 AM EST
We have been up less than an hour. She's pulled two kitty tails, pulled a bunch of my books from a shelf, fell and smacked her head on the wooden box of letter blocks, nursed for 2 seconds about 5 times, found kitty litter on the floor and put it in her mouth (totally gross, eh?), found a pen on her father's desk and wrote on her foot and now she's trying to take the gate to the stairs down. Some days just feel so freakishly exhausting.
Posted by Aimee @ 06/28/2002 10:28 AM EST
