still here
Jun. 6th, 2007 11:26 amStill here, just not much going on that merits posting about. The usual. Starting to get ready for Isaac's party. Work, kids, not enough sleep, etc., you know.
My sore throat never turned into strep, but it hasn't really gone away either. It's getting better, but verrrrrrrrrrry slowly.
Ruthie has been a little under the weather the last couple of days and not sleeping well. Ruthie not sleeping well means that I don't sleep well either, particularly last night when she thrashed around and tossed and turned like crazy. Very frustrating. This sentence can serve as a placeholder for a longer post about whether it might be time to move Ruthie into the crib and, if so, how.
Isaac wants me to put his sandals on lately even though he can do it himself. Several times recently we have had this exchange:
Isaac: [asks me to help him w/shoes]
Me: But you can put them on yourself.
Isaac: No I can't, see? [puts them on]
Me: You did it, good job.
Isaac: No, see, they're on the wrong feet.
Me: Nope, they're on the right feet.
Isaac: No they're not!
Me: I'm sorry, but they are.
Isaac: [gets mad and stomps away]
LOL, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here.
Tonight we get our first CSA distribution ("we" being me and mom and
sandykidd and
metafrantic -- we are all splitting it). I am excited! Even though
gosling and
ceo got it last night and said that it was all enormous bunches of leafy greens. What are we going to do with huge quantities of leafy greens? I guess we'll be eating a lot of salad this week. heh.
Re: my ex-coworker who died. Still kind of absorbing that. Isn't it "funny" how death can get in under your skin and pop out at you in unexpected ways/times. It hits me particularly in this case because his son was almost the same age as Isaac. Sometimes I try to envision Isaac having to deal with my death and I have to do the mental equivalent of quickly averting my eyes, because it hurts too much to contemplate.
My sore throat never turned into strep, but it hasn't really gone away either. It's getting better, but verrrrrrrrrrry slowly.
Ruthie has been a little under the weather the last couple of days and not sleeping well. Ruthie not sleeping well means that I don't sleep well either, particularly last night when she thrashed around and tossed and turned like crazy. Very frustrating. This sentence can serve as a placeholder for a longer post about whether it might be time to move Ruthie into the crib and, if so, how.
Isaac wants me to put his sandals on lately even though he can do it himself. Several times recently we have had this exchange:
Isaac: [asks me to help him w/shoes]
Me: But you can put them on yourself.
Isaac: No I can't, see? [puts them on]
Me: You did it, good job.
Isaac: No, see, they're on the wrong feet.
Me: Nope, they're on the right feet.
Isaac: No they're not!
Me: I'm sorry, but they are.
Isaac: [gets mad and stomps away]
LOL, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here.
Tonight we get our first CSA distribution ("we" being me and mom and
Re: my ex-coworker who died. Still kind of absorbing that. Isn't it "funny" how death can get in under your skin and pop out at you in unexpected ways/times. It hits me particularly in this case because his son was almost the same age as Isaac. Sometimes I try to envision Isaac having to deal with my death and I have to do the mental equivalent of quickly averting my eyes, because it hurts too much to contemplate.
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Date: 2007-06-06 07:33 pm (UTC)Mmm, leafy greens ... ;)
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Date: 2007-06-06 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 11:51 pm (UTC)You can stir-fry most greens, too. Just the thinner they are, the less time you cook them. Spinach is wonderful stir-fried.
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Date: 2007-06-07 02:21 am (UTC)