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Kidlet had her very first swim lesson today. She's loved playing in the water at bath time, and she gets very excited when we're near a fountain, so we figured that she'd love swimming lessons.

And she does. We didn't do the safe getting into the water thing, as Kidlet has so fussy by the time the last class got out that I couldn't wait to get her into the water, and I didn't realize that there was a safety protocol. So next week, we will not get to the pool nearly so early, and we will be working on patience, which will be...interesting.

Kidlet does not like being on her back, so the being-on-her-back exercises weren't nifty until I started to move quickly. Kidlet adores going zoom, so it got a lot more successful. Even better was zooming around in a circle, causing a great deal of waves. And since both kids in the class were totally comfortable with water being poured on their head, we will be starting submersion next week! That will be interesting.

I'm exhausted, Kidlet is exhausted, and this has been very, very successful. Also, I like playing in the water with Kidlet.
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I'm mowing my way through 1636: The Kremlin Games, and two thougts keep popping up for me.

First of all, I'm remembering why I love the 163x-verse so much. It's been very hit-or-miss for me lately, what with not enjoying a number of the stories in Ring of Fire III and with despising 1635: The Eastern Front. (I thought it was nothing but a tedious history lesson until about the last fifty pages or so. Then 1636: The Saxon Revolt came out, and i found out that tEF was all set-up for tSR. And I enjoyed tSR very much.) But tKg is nothing but fun for me. Oh, there's a bit of Tom Clancy/David Weber in the discussions about threading and gun manufacturing, but the technical gobbledygook is limited to two paragraphs or less per instance. And the discussions of history and lineage and introducing the modern American reader to the familial/political history of seventeenth century Russia is much more shown, not told, which I very much appreciate. (I'm glaring in your general directions, Virginia deMarce and Eric Flint.)

tKG is an amusing divertissement along the Volga, showing how much information is stuffed into the head of an average American, and introducing new and interesting ways of modernity melding interestingly with history. It's really not covering any thematically new ground here, But it shows off the old themes very nicely. Flint, Gorg Hunt, and Paula Goodlett really are to be commended for their almost airy touch here. This is very classic 163x.

The second thought that I've been having is how much I love authors that I love. I like books, and I like reading. I'm reading a lot more simply these days, and a lot more...safely is the best word. I don't want to read about things that are too dark, and I don't want to read about children in danger. And, unfortunately, I'm not terribly fond of reading a lot of non-fiction on my Sony (footnotes, pictures, and maps can all be very annoying on an ereader), so I've been reading a lot of cozy mysteries and romances. And I enjoy the books I read, don't get me wrong. If I don't like them, I stop reading. But still, every time I pick up an old Lois Bujold or Eric Flint, it's like stepping into a warm bath. The writing style is so lovely, so exactly what I love, that the story just washes over me and I wonder how I could have forgotten how much I love these authors. And to have a new, wonderful book...it's just ten times better.

New books!

Nov. 19th, 2011 10:53 am
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My shipment of books for me came in! I'm so used to Amazon's two days that the standard book rate on these used books was a little annoying. But now that I know about Silver Arch Books, I will probably just buy directly from them in the future.

Smart Bitches, Trashy Books had a thread for romance novels with Jews in them, which got me to buy a number of books. The ones I was most excited about was a series by Nita Abrams, about an Anglo-Jewish family in the Napoleonic era who spy for the English. I went and picked up all five, as they are apparently out of print and not in e-format at the moment, and so far, they aren't bad. Not as good as the Pink Carnation books, but not much worse. And loads better than some of the other books I've read lately. These are fairly engaging, and might be worth re-reading.

I also picked up some old Sunfires, which I loved in middle school. We'll see if they're worth the re-read.

And now, shower!
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So, in Judaism (at least within the modern Reform movement), after a child is eight days old, they are called up before the congregation and given the priestly blessing, in their own name. It is one of three times when a person is given the priestly blessing all by themselves, the other two being at their b'nai mitzvah and the Shabbat before their wedding. Well, eight days in, none of us were in any shape to be seen in public, and then we had the summer, where at least one set of grandparents was out every week, and then... well, suffice to say that we finally went, "November! Everyone will be in town and she will be old enough not to fuss too much."

So, last night, Kidlet had an early bath, put on her pretty holiday dress, and the family drove to synagogue with time to spare. All of which we needed, because we ran into a minor snowstorm. I say minor because it wasn't sticking to the road at all. Other than that, though -- the wind was fierce and driving it straight at us, and there was a lot of precipitation. Traffic was miserable, and we made it there pretty much on the dot.

The naming itself happened very early on in the service; I had expected it to be early, but it was pretty much right after L'cha Dodi. Which was fortunate, because I was just about to put her to the breast.

We went up, along with the grandparents and Bubba Lu. The grandparents all said a reading, and Kidlet tried to grab a grandparent's back. Then the Rabbi talked about the duties of a parent, as listed in the Torah, which are to teach the child Torah, find them a spouse, and teach them how to swim. Yes, Judaism teaches that every parent must teach their child to swim. A practical religion, n'est-ce pas? [profile] wanderingfey and I took a two-part vow, to raise our child in a Jewish home; [profile] wanderingfey took the half he felt comfortable with and I had the other. I talked about why we had chosen the names we had, the rabbi said some other stuff (at this point, I was just about full to bursting with pride and anxiety, so I really don't remember what was said), and then the rabbi put his hands on Kidlet's head and blessed her.

And then [profile] wanderingfey and I held Kidlet up and danced in a circle, while the granparents danced around us, and the congregation sang Siman Tov U'Mazel Tov. Kidlet was not entirely certain how she felt about the dancing; she wasn't smiling, but she wasn't fussing either. I think she was just confused.

And then she had some noms and played quietly for the rest of the service. We all tried to go to the Saffron Grill afterwards, but there was some sort of high school thing going on, and after 45 minutes of waiting, we gave up and went our separate ways. (The Tabarah folks came along as well, and I was very sad not to be able to spend much time with them, but at least we have a visit scheduled in the near future, weather permitting.)

The weather was bitterly cold on the way back home, but we made it home just fine. And then Kidlet proceeded to sleep solidly from 10 pm to 3 am! Yay!

We woke up to a very cold morning, with a dusting of snow on the rooftops, and ice on the grass. I took Kidlet out in the cold so she could touch/grab a rime-rimmed maple leaf. Which she thought was very interesting until Mommy refused to let her eat the leaf fragments.

All in all, a very nice time was had, and I feel like I have ensured an important thing for my daughter.
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Kidlet actually slept for five straight hours last night, and let me get another three in after that. And she's probably out for a little longer, now, which actually gives me time to do things like write. Not even an attempt at NaNo this year for me, I'm afraid. When just a blog post takes time, 1700 words/day is not happening.

But Kidlet is growing up. She's all about crawling right now. If she spots a toy she wants, she is making a beeline to it. Last night, she was in the front half of the living room while I was in the kitchen, making bread. I had the mixer off, so she could hear me. Kidlet crawled around the half-wall that separates the living room and kitchen, and was making her way towards me when she got distracted by [profile] wanderingfey's computer's power supply. Which is the point where I scooped her up. But still, this was excellent problem solving on Kidlet's part. She also got to see the stand mixer working, but was disappointed when I wouldn't let her dive headfirst into the running mixer. Life is just full of disappointments, isn't it?

She's cutting teeth; there's a second one that's just beginning to bud through. And we're switching to the 6-18 month pacifiers. She's able to stuff most of the 0-6 month soothies in her mouth now. We're hoping the stiffness and extra depth of the stopper on the 6-18 month ones mean that she won't be able to do that anymore.

She is now sitting very comfortably on her sit bones. She's probably got better posture than me; when she sits up, her back is very straight.

And there she goes...must run
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So yesterday was some big firsts. First, Kidlet was gnawing on my finger, which is no big deal. Except this time, there was something sharp and pointy and freaking painful. At first I thought that Kidlet had gotten something in her mouth, but then I realized what it must be -- her first tooth, just starting to break through. It's not much, but it's very pointy. Hasn't caused any problems with feeding -- yet.

The second milestone was later in the night. Earlier in the day, [profile] wanderingfey and his father moved the crib from our room into Kidlet's room, and she slept all by herself all night. It wasn't as bad as I feared it would be, but we'll see how it goes tonight. Last night was a normal number of wake-ups, which was wonderful, given the extra-special lots of wake-ups we'd had the night before.

And my parents are looking for a condo near us, which would be really nice. An hour's drive is an hour's drive.

Pizza is good. Homemade pizza may not be better than delivery, but it's still really awesome.

Bath time!

Oct. 9th, 2011 09:11 pm
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Kidlet had her first bath in a tub today; she's really too long for the sink now. She loved splashing around, and loved playing with the duckie. The only part she didn't like was getting her face and hair rinsed off. One of the items on the to-buy list is a hose showerhead for the upstairs secondary bath. This was the second or third time we've used that tub since we moved in, and we didn't bother with replacing the showerhead.

Still and all, it worked out very nicely.

And Yom Kippur sent well. Kidlet got to meet one of her great-grandaunts, and she got to see the Torah, and hear the story of Jonah, and hear the shofar blow. And she was very good about it all. A little fussy, but not too much.

We also had our first parent group meeting. It seemed to go very well, and the people in this group seem to be very interested in talking and making friends and contacts. Kidlet is one of the oldest kids there, but it's not too bad; they're all within four months of each other. And we're all in the same twenty mile radius or so. It would be nice to be closer, but, you know, we'll take what we can get.
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A very excellent documentary, and one that make me want to go and read books by the people who were on the documentary. One of them is on ebook at KCLS, and I got a copy of the one that seems most apropos; A Drinking Life. We'll see how good it is after I finish the two I'm reading now.

The take-away message does seem to be that you can't legislate morality, with a side bonus of if you don't fund the enforcement, people will break the law. The entire thing is, as edited, very apropos to today, and I think that there's some very interesting parallels in the story to today. Like much (if not all) of Burns's other work, it is well worth the watching.
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Rosh Hashanah was very low-key this year. We had the seder at my mother's house, but that was it. I'd been away from work too much, and there wouldn't be a good place to pump at the synagogue, and I had to leave work early the next day for Kidlet's medical appointment, so the family seder was the extent of our observances this year. Which isn't to say it wasn't good. We recited the Shechyanu, and Kidlet got her first taste of wine. (We use pasteurized white grape juice for Shabbat.) And Kidlet was very good and sat through all of the blessings. (And really wanted to try Mommy's applesauce. Next year, sweetheart.

And, of course, I kept remember how we had stopped off at the medical center right before the seder to take a pregnancy test. And how I was so nervous about Kidlet, and when my sister called, I took the phone into the bedroom and started crying to her, confessing it all, and telling her how nervous I was. Thank G-d, this Rosh Hashanah saw a beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, healthy little girl at the table. I cannot, in all good conscience, ask for more.

Anyway, Yom Kippur is tomorrow, so there's no need to miss work. I'm not going to Kol Nidre services, because my tickets are for the 8-10 pm service, and there is no way, with my exhaustion, that I want to be driving home at 10 pm plus. Kidlet and I will attend the children's services, and that will be it. I can't fast, since I'm breastfeeding. But I don't want to let that be it. So after the candles are lit tonight, I am not going to use the TV or the computer until Ne'ilah tomorrow. It's not much, but I'm used to spending all day at the synagogue or out walking, and there's no reason, other than Kidlet, that I'm going to be at home instead of at the synagogue. Maybe next year, when she'll be primarily on solids, I'll spend the day and the synagogue, and [profile] wanderingfey can bring Kidlet for just the children's services. We'll see.

May you all be sealed in the Book of Life for a good year!
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I just got six hours of sleep. In a row!

AWESOME!

(Will this be repeated? Not likely. But still a wonderful gift.)
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That was interesting. Kidlet generally sleeps for two to three hours in a row at night, and then fusses until she is picked up and fed. So I get up at 3:45ish, really wanting just a half hour more sleep, please. But a child does not have a snooze button, more is the pity.

So I get up, pick her up, and take her into her bedroom, while she slips down my body, trying to get to the breast. We get the upstairs nom pillow and get settled in feeding positions.

And then it is 4:15, and she is asleep in my lap and I have not even pulled the breast out of the bra for feeding. I literally have no conception of the time passing, except that the clock has suddenly jumped ahead, so we must have fallen asleep in the chair.

In other news, this is Kidlet's first Rosh Hashanah. We went to my parents' house for the seder, which was very nice. Kidlet did enjoy herself, but I think there was too much noise and too much action for her to properly eat. I tried feeding her twice throughout the night, and she'd only eat a little before pulling off the breast multiple times. And when we got in the car, we hadn't gotten much more than a couple of miles before she started screaming. So we found a parking lot, and she had a good, solid feed. Then I got in the back with her and held her hand, and we both fell asleep on the way home. The moral of the story? Take the child into a quiet room to eat, not just slightly away from the gathering.

I'm not going to services this year; I've been away from work too much lately, and I'd only be going to the children's services anyway. But I will at least be going to the Yom Kippur children's services, with Kidlet, natch. I might do more services next year, when I don't feel quite so guilty about leaving Kidlet at home, and when I don't need to pump during the day.

L'shanah tovah tikatevu!
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So, while I was pregnant, I gained three pounds, and then dropped to a pound below my pre-pregnancy weight. Then I had the kid.

Post-pregnancy, I dropped all the kid weight, which meant that I was sitting in the low 170's.

Today, according to the WiiFit, my BMI went from "Obese" to "Overweight"!

Kidlet is still thriving, and I'm doing okay, so I'm certainly not starving either of us. It's just nice to see that I'm slowly drifting downwards on the weight scale. I'm not sure what's going to happen when I'm not feeding both her and me, but hopefully by then I'll be in a mental and physical place where I can go back to eating semi-diabetically. (As that weight plan seems to have been fantastic for me.)

But, for now, go me!

Ebooks

Jul. 21st, 2011 09:16 am
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So, I have been pretty much restricted to ebooks for the last two months. Being forced to go to an all ebook diet has made me much more supportive of the idea of ebooks, and I may read more of them as time progresses. But I still have serious issues with ebooks, and I seldom hear them discussed when people talk about "Oh noes! THey're coming to take away my paper books!"

1) The format wars. EPUB and/or Google Books may be dealing with this, but I still hate it. Dear B&N, why don't you make your format accessible to people, even if they don't own a Nook? I might buy from you, if that were the case. Also, I am not terribly inclined to buy a book that I may not be able to read in the future.

2) The lack of help from Google Books. I want to buy ebooks from independent bookstores. I even signed up with Third Place to do so. But I looked at the Google Books help, and then I looked at the forums, and I found a lot of people who couldn't get any help when they had problems. And as much as I may prefer to give money to 3rd Place instead of Sony, at least Sony has a staff of people who can help me out if things go awry.

3) I really liked the idea of "Buy this hardcover, pay an extra $1-5 and get the ebook added in!" I really wish publishers would do this. I'd buy more hardcovers, I think.

4) Households. So we all have to have the same brand if we want the family to be able to read the household's books? What if there are more than five people in a family? In a divorce, or when a child moves out, how do you split up the books? How do you keep your kid from gaining access to those X-rated works you bought, or just books you don't want your child reading right now? If they're physical, you can hide them, but as far as I know, you can't do that with books you buy from reputable sources. (Fanfic and other online stuff don't have to be stored in the same directory, at least with Sony.)

5) Footnotes. They need to get better.

6) Renting books. I still think that Baen is the best on the market for ebooks, and bravo to Nightshade for using Baen to put out their ebooks as well. Unfortunately, there are only so many Baen and Nightshade books I want.
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The insane, inconsolable crying before dropping into sleep from sheer exhaustion? Yeah, I'd like to be done with that.

For my sleep habits, I saw a counselor yesterday. She gave me some muscle relaxation exercises, and a countdown exercise to do as I sleep. And they worked, they really did. The big problem was when Kidlet woke up 30-60 minutes after I'd fallen asleep, and I litterally fell back asleep and dreamed in the the middle of a conversation with [profile] wanderingfey. Bless his heart, he took her. Fortunately, she just needed some rocking to go back to sleep. (She wasn't awake, just yelling.) Still, getting up an hour after that was still hard, but doable. Now I just need to do some meditating and exercise during the day.

I finished Julia Kagawa's The Iron Queen. I picked it up because a) it won the 2011 RITA for YA Romance, b) it looked interesting, and c) it was written by one of the two 2011 RITA award winners who was not Caucasian. So, in the furtherance of the [community profile] 50books_poc challenge (which I totally have never succeeded in, as far as I know), I checked it out.

It's not a bad book. It's got some interesting ideas about Faery. I found it interesting/amusing that Kagawa's land of the fae is called the Nevernever, as that's a word I've only heard from the Dresden Files before. I read it through to the end, which is more than I can say for many a book lately. But on the whole, it didn't do all that much for me. There's a teenage girl. There's the boy she loves (and who loves her back -- this is book three of the series), and the boy who's her best friend who wants to be her true love. Note: she does not seem to have any female friends. In fact, the only other women I remember are Mab and the main character's mother, and I really don't like books with a female protagonist who has no female friends. (Or even allies.) It smacks too much of the Smurfette Principle to me. One of the things I've come to appreciate about linked or grouped romances is that, even though each book centers on one male/female couple, the females can and do interact with each other in books not their own, and a community is created. (You can do the same thing is a solo book, but that doesn't often happen in the romance genre, at least as far as I've seen.)

Honestly, I probably would have really enjoyed this book as a teenager, what with the pretty boys and the cosmic power. And it's as well-written as other YAs I've read recently. So for its target audience, it's a good book. For me, not so much.

We had game at our house. I really do like gaming, and I really like having people come over. I just wish that Kidlet would go down easier on Thursday nights. Heck, I wish she went down easier most nights, but last night was really an awake-time of epic proportions. Oddly, she didn't really nap through most of the day, so I don't know what that was about. We shall see, I suppose.
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Kidlet's hair looks black when there's blarg in it. Otherwise, it's light brown, with what might be gold highlights. It's amazing what you can see when you give the kid a bath.

Today is not a day in which we have anything scheduled. Yay! I think Kidlet has been spending too many afternoons in her car seat.

I finished Ilona Andrews's Magic Slays yesterday, thanks to the library. (I actually have the book, but as a paper book, which doesn't work real well right now. It is quite good. Like the Kitty books, I think these are getting better as the series progresses. There is definitely growth and change. I especially love how Kate has been moving from the badass, solitary, out-of-bubblegum trope in book one into someone who is growing a circle of friends and family around her. Especially since those friends and family include a number of equally real women. I love when urban fantasy heroines have female friends.

My life really is revolving around Kidlet, books, and events right now. If I seem a bit one-note, well, there's a definite reason for it. Calories are still replacements for sleep, and a sense of exhaustion still pervades the house. I still have thank you notes to write and to send out. (And the sending always seems to be the hardest.) And we're in the PURPLE stage, where we can expect lots of wailing and screaming. (Like what I was dealing with this morning.) And it's wailing and screaming about nothing. Or, more precisely, Kidlet is unhappy, but has no idea what will make her happy. So she screams until we hit on something to soothe her or she goes to sleep. (Which is often what she wants, but doesn't admit.)

Kind of boring, but that's what I've got for now. Newborns are nice, but they don't make for interesting lives. (Though I wonder how Michelle Duggar does it. I mean, getting up at random late-night times for at least an hour at a time for something like twenty years? Bleah. Not for me.)

Morning

Jul. 10th, 2011 08:14 am
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It is warm, so [profile] wanderingfey puts fans in the windows at night to cool down the house. This is very good, except it can get a little chill in the mornings.

Kidlet woke up for her morning feeding at 6 am. (I'd shout Hallelujah, but I don't know when she went down.) She ate, and went back down at 7. I pumped, and was just finishing up breakfast preparations when I heard wailing from upstairs. I look: 6:30-ish. Not nearly enough time for her to be awake yet. And I'm right; despite the loud noises, Kidlet is still dead asleep.

So we just did 30 minutes or so of rocking and cuddles, while Mommy read Anthony Bourdain's Medium Raw and nuzzled at Kidlet's hair. Eventually, the mewls died away, and al dente Kidlet turned back into limp noodle Kidlet. And now she is back in her crib, sound asleep.

I still don't know how we're going to make this work thing work, but I do know that that was a pretty darned wonderful half hour. (At least when she stopped being a squirmy worm and deigned to be settled into a position that didn't make me fear for her neck.)
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Kidlet entered a phase last week that is likely to occur for a long, long time. She has discovered 'I'm Tired, and I Don't Want to Sleep.' Given that both her parents fall prey to this, I expect it to last for a while. (When she's older, I am imagining on insisting on being in bed with lights out at bedtime. We shall see what happens.)

What it means right now is that she wails, and nothing will comfort her. She makes "food" motions, but refuses food when offered. The play mat does nothing, and cuddles and back pats are five second salves at best. The crying doesn't last for a long time, relatively, but when you have a child screaming in your ear loud enough to make your ears literally ring, five minutes is a very long time. ('Literally' is not used here for emphasis; Kidlet can actually reach a tone that reverberates in my ears. I worry about my hearing, but it's also an intellectually interesting phenomenon.)

So it's 10 am-ish, and it's clear that Kidlet wants to go to sleep and is refusing to do so. There's not much I can do except hold her in the position she keeps falling into and let her cry. (The trust she has in me is astonishing. She lets herself drop off my shoulder, with the assumption that I will have an arm in position to catch her. So far, she's not been wrong.) She curled up in a fetal position, wailing her little heart out.

And in mid-cry, she goes to sleep. 60 to zero.

I am amused.

In related news, [profile] wanderingfey and I found Go the F*ck to Sleep in a bookstore. We have not purchased it yet, but may later. We couldn't help it; we laughed the whole way through. Kidlet is not at the stage of the book's child yet, but holy goodness, we related. We so related.

In other kid-related news, I now have Peggy Orenstien's Cinderella Ate My Daughter from the library. I waited for the book for four or six months. I picked it up yesterday. And then, last night, I got a message that the ebook was available. (The book will be going back soon, natch.)

It's a very easy read, but a rather chilling one. It's a reminder of the shoals and waves that still lie ahead to be navigated, a show of the fights to come. It will be...interesting.

In other book news, I have finished Fuzzy Nation, which was definitely as good as Little Fuzzy. I think I prefer Little Fuzzy (and I want to read the others!), but FN is still a lovely little book. I've also been re-reading Mercedes Lackey's retelling of fairly tales, and actually read The Black Swan for the first time. It's very pleasant.

I also finished Kitty's Big Trouble, which I enjoyed more than Kitty Goes to War. At the same time, they do feel a little like Little Fuzzy; it feels that they're too short, that something is missing. I suppose that's what happens when you're used to doorstoppers, but there was still a rushed feel to KBT. It's going to be interesting to see Vaughn wrap up the series.

Now to make some French toast for me. ([profile] wanderingfey prepped French toast last night with the brioche bread I got for Shabbat. My cooking last night was homemade oven-baked barbeque chicken, with extra barbeque sauce. It's nice to have good home-cooked food.)
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We live in an unincorporated area. This means that there are no local fireworks regs, just the state and county ones (if there are such things.) This then means that people in our area buy fireworks.

Someone has been shooting off M-16s since dark.

I have no idea if this will continue to hold true, but since Kidlet decided to cry herself out around 8 pm tonight (including tears and screaming herself hoarse!), she has slept through every single boom with nary a twitch. Even the ones that her parents have jumped at.

The actual 4th? Should be interesting.
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This morning, while I was rocking with Kidlet, a little yellow bird came up and tapped at her window. It flew away shortly thereafter, but it was still nifty.

And also this morning, Kidlet laughed. I was drinking some water from a Camelback, and trying not to spill any of the water that had collected at the top. I was making some odd noises, and in the crook of my other arm, I heard a little burble of joyful laughter. I looked over, and Kidlet had a big, broad smile in her sleep.

Definitely worth the early wakeup, especially since I'd gotten a decent rest earlier.
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Well, Kidlet is asleep, and I'm not all that interested in dinking about on websites, and I'm stuck at the computer for a while (hands-free pumping: ten thousand times better than holding two bottles to your breasts for 15 minutes!), so I should probably actually write an update.

I am totally not getting enough sleep. People ask me how I'm doing, and I say, "Tired," and they laugh, because they know it's true. But it is true, and more so than I ever believed. I'm running on four to six hours a night. Six would be great, if it were in one block. But it's not; I get three to four hours between 10 and 3, and then it's catch as catch can from that point on. Between pumping, cleaning, and trying to actually fall back asleep before the sun gets so high I can't do it at all, I get one to three more hours. Today was very bad; I probably got 4.5 - 5.5 hours, and I didn't pull out of foggy-headedness until two or so. I'll probably go to bed after this pumping go-round.

Still, Kidlet has learned to smile, and she pulls it out when she sees me looking at her over the crib rails, or on the changing table. I swear to G-d, it's why I don't kill her. She has learned fussiness, and pulled it out at four-thirty or so this morning. Not. Pleasant. But then when I stumbled to her side at 7:40 this morning (after getting her down at 6:40), she smiled up at me, and all of the "Go the F*ck to Sleep" in my heart melted. (To be replaced later that morning when she proceeded to scream in my ear, but that's another story altogether.)

I love romance novels. They are about the speed I can cope with right now, which tells you something about me and something about romance novels. I just finished Mary Jo Putney's One Perfect Rose, which was surprisingly good. Entirely predictable, but the hero's journey and the characterizations of the cast were really quite nice.

I want my books to be happy, right now. Re-reading Jim Butcher's Changes nearly broke my heart. Poor Maggie. Hexk, reading about the heroine's early life in One Perfect Rose also nearly made me cry, and the flashback to the death of the Penderwick children's mother in The Penderwicks of Gardam Street did make me cry.

Pumping time is over, so it's bedtime-ish for me. Good-night!

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