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May. 24th, 2010 09:50 pmMy foot hurts. I managed to slice a wide strip of skin off the back of my heel this morning. I stepped wrong on the stairs, and a protruding nailhead wound up on the INSIDE of the skin, instead of the outside. It stings like crap. I spent around 2 minutes just sitting on the floor whimpering in an attempt not to curse or bawl while Peter kept the kids away. I HATE this kind of injury, which always hurts so insanely. I've got maybe 1/3 of a square inch of body insides missing skin and exposed to the world -- which world, right now, consists of a thick layer of first aid cream and a bandage. It HURTS.
So, whine done.
In other news, we've had a few good days lately. We went to a carnival yesterday. I LOVE carnival season in New England. Every week, some local town will have a big carnival set up in a parking lot or field somewhere. This last weekend, it was in Leominster, right by our grocery store. We spent $25 on 30 tickets, which got us on 4 rides, and another $4 for some cotton candy. Wesley and Lorrie loved it, I think. They wanted to try the dragon coaster, which was a little too much for Lorrie, but they liked the train and the merry-go-round and the little car ride they did, and they liked the noise and the bustle and looking at all the other rides. And they liked the cotton candy. We may try to hit another in July or so, when this one has worn off a bit.
Sebastian is sitting up more or less on his own now, although we obviously can't leave him without hands right there. He'll wobble, correct, wobble, correct, wobble, correct, topple. Today, he spent around 3 minutes at a go playing with the trusty LeapStart Learning Table without any support help from me. He's eating really well, and is up to 3 kinds of meat, 4 veggies, 2 fruits, and 2 grains in circulation. I want to introduce blueberries and corn soon, I think.
Peter and I were talking the other day about our decision to "go natural" with Sebastian, and it's funny -- we made all our decisions much more for financial reasons than anything else. What's been surprising us is that it all feels more convenient, too. Cloth diapers means no runs out to the store for new diapers, breastfeeding is much simpler than keeping track of formula, and making our own baby food is much less stressful than the weekly stare-at-the-arrayed-options-and-try-to-figure-out-what-we-need-where-we'll-store-it-and-what-we're-low on. Instead, I grab some random veggies, cook them up at my convenience during the week, freeze in ice cube trays and just grab and microwave from freezer bags while we prepare meals for us. I suspect that knowing we're spending $1 instead of $5 for equivalent amounts of peas probably makes it feel less effort (more virtuous and all), but it's really low-stress. So, anyway, this boils down to, "Yay, baby going well."
Still hate the diet. It's not going away anytime soon. I am mourning my pasta and feta lunch dishes and strawberry shortcake, oh, how I want strawberry shortcake, and tarragon cream chicken, and soft serve ice cream, and fresh tomato and mozzarella salads, and cheeseburgers, and sausage on the grill... but I can manage it. I keep telling myself that we can revisit in November, and it's not the end of the world, but I hate losing a summer's worth of my favorite summer treats.
Wesley and Lorrie are doing their job of driving us crazy, but are also fantastic. Both of them are so bright and energetic and happy. Lorrie loves Sebastian to pieces, an expression we diligently work to keep FIGURATIVE instead of LITERAL. She wants to bring him toys, cuddle him, talk to him, kiss him, hold him... she is so enthralled by him still. Wesley is much more "whatever" about the whole thing, but that's fine, too. He's doing well at school, and we're prepping for the end of the year and kindergarten -- how crazy is that? Lorrie starts preschool next year, too, and we're hoping some independent time out of the home and away from us will do her some good. And us, too, in the form of sanity reintroduced.
Wesley continues to astonish us with his ability to reason. Yesterday, we were talking about something, I don't remember what. And we were saying, "We have 8, but we're going to use 2. What will we have left?" And he stopped a moment to think, then said, with great confidence, "6!" It's so impressive to me, how he can take concepts and convert them in his head. I have no idea what's age-appropriate, but I love his intellectual curiosity and willingness to concentrate and find the answer.
I am looking for a job again, and getting my gardens going. I plated some tomatoes this weekend, and am hopeful of a decent yield on them. I have a whole garden full of peas tangling their way up my trellis netting, and a planter of carrots for Wesley. I need more herbs, and I am thinking about what else to put in my containers. Another eggplant? A dwarf cucumber? I have some options.
Anyway. Life is pretty good right now, my foot pain notwithstanding.
So, whine done.
In other news, we've had a few good days lately. We went to a carnival yesterday. I LOVE carnival season in New England. Every week, some local town will have a big carnival set up in a parking lot or field somewhere. This last weekend, it was in Leominster, right by our grocery store. We spent $25 on 30 tickets, which got us on 4 rides, and another $4 for some cotton candy. Wesley and Lorrie loved it, I think. They wanted to try the dragon coaster, which was a little too much for Lorrie, but they liked the train and the merry-go-round and the little car ride they did, and they liked the noise and the bustle and looking at all the other rides. And they liked the cotton candy. We may try to hit another in July or so, when this one has worn off a bit.
Sebastian is sitting up more or less on his own now, although we obviously can't leave him without hands right there. He'll wobble, correct, wobble, correct, wobble, correct, topple. Today, he spent around 3 minutes at a go playing with the trusty LeapStart Learning Table without any support help from me. He's eating really well, and is up to 3 kinds of meat, 4 veggies, 2 fruits, and 2 grains in circulation. I want to introduce blueberries and corn soon, I think.
Peter and I were talking the other day about our decision to "go natural" with Sebastian, and it's funny -- we made all our decisions much more for financial reasons than anything else. What's been surprising us is that it all feels more convenient, too. Cloth diapers means no runs out to the store for new diapers, breastfeeding is much simpler than keeping track of formula, and making our own baby food is much less stressful than the weekly stare-at-the-arrayed-options-and-try-to-figure-out-what-we-need-where-we'll-store-it-and-what-we're-low on. Instead, I grab some random veggies, cook them up at my convenience during the week, freeze in ice cube trays and just grab and microwave from freezer bags while we prepare meals for us. I suspect that knowing we're spending $1 instead of $5 for equivalent amounts of peas probably makes it feel less effort (more virtuous and all), but it's really low-stress. So, anyway, this boils down to, "Yay, baby going well."
Still hate the diet. It's not going away anytime soon. I am mourning my pasta and feta lunch dishes and strawberry shortcake, oh, how I want strawberry shortcake, and tarragon cream chicken, and soft serve ice cream, and fresh tomato and mozzarella salads, and cheeseburgers, and sausage on the grill... but I can manage it. I keep telling myself that we can revisit in November, and it's not the end of the world, but I hate losing a summer's worth of my favorite summer treats.
Wesley and Lorrie are doing their job of driving us crazy, but are also fantastic. Both of them are so bright and energetic and happy. Lorrie loves Sebastian to pieces, an expression we diligently work to keep FIGURATIVE instead of LITERAL. She wants to bring him toys, cuddle him, talk to him, kiss him, hold him... she is so enthralled by him still. Wesley is much more "whatever" about the whole thing, but that's fine, too. He's doing well at school, and we're prepping for the end of the year and kindergarten -- how crazy is that? Lorrie starts preschool next year, too, and we're hoping some independent time out of the home and away from us will do her some good. And us, too, in the form of sanity reintroduced.
Wesley continues to astonish us with his ability to reason. Yesterday, we were talking about something, I don't remember what. And we were saying, "We have 8, but we're going to use 2. What will we have left?" And he stopped a moment to think, then said, with great confidence, "6!" It's so impressive to me, how he can take concepts and convert them in his head. I have no idea what's age-appropriate, but I love his intellectual curiosity and willingness to concentrate and find the answer.
I am looking for a job again, and getting my gardens going. I plated some tomatoes this weekend, and am hopeful of a decent yield on them. I have a whole garden full of peas tangling their way up my trellis netting, and a planter of carrots for Wesley. I need more herbs, and I am thinking about what else to put in my containers. Another eggplant? A dwarf cucumber? I have some options.
Anyway. Life is pretty good right now, my foot pain notwithstanding.
