So she thought that if she curled herself into a tiny little ball and looked really sheepish she’d get away with it.
She was right.
Everybody wants a piece of me Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The dogs want me to do something – anything – that will propel food into their mouths.
Leila wants … well, she doesn’t know what she wants, but her grizzling indicates that she wants something and I’m the one who should be supplying it.
Finn wants:
me to turn off the computer in a different way
his seat back on the toilet
something from his Thomas box
something different on the TV
to sit on my lap
to get off my lap
Cosmo wants me to let him out, then let him in, then let him out again.
Zelda wants somebody to open the door NOW! Oh, no she doesn’t … yes she does … no she doesn’t …
I would like to EAT MY BLOODY BREAKFAST BEFORE I STARVE TO DEATH!!!!
… and at some point do you think I could have a moment to get out of my pjs and put on some clothes please?
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow Sunday, May 20, 2007
It’s started. The post-baby hair loss.
I thought it happened when one finished breast feeding. I was wrong. I read recently that it happens at some point after the baby is born. It might 3 months. Or six months. Just any time it damn well feels like falling out. And mine feels like it now.
If last time is anything to go on, some time in the next couple of weeks I’ll start to look like I’m going bald. That’s when I’ll get my hair cut short. It’ll have to stay short for a few months until the regrowth gets past the point where it sticks up like a brush.
I’ll miss my hair. I like having longer hair. I like having thick hair. I feel like I’ve only just finished growing out the post-surgery haircut, even though surgery was 2 years ago (on the Friday just gone, actually). And now I’ve got another year or so of growing out the post-baby hair loss ahead of me. By the time I’m done Leila might even have a decent amount of hair.
Life is like a rollercoaster Friday, May 18, 2007
I mentioned on Leila’s blog that this morning I thought today might be the day that I run screaming into the night after tossing the baby at Mark as he walks in the door. At lunchtime I thought it might be Finn I toss before bolting. But now all is calm again. It’s amazing how smoothly things will run when you let the 3 year old have something else for lunch and then let him play on the computer for as long as he likes.
It seems that my days at home with Finn & Leila are either really good or quite bad. It doesn’t help that today’s weather has kept us indoors a bit. I also think that Finn might have a touch of the cold I’ve had for the last few days. He’s a bit tired and grouchy and more prone to tears than he usually is. So I’ve given up on achieving anything today.
Leila is asleep (fingers crossed that she’s stays that way for a while). Finn is sort of watching Stuart Little. I’m going to grab my knitting and join him for a while.
