So when the weather forecast has been telling everyone for days that it will rainrainrain and be coldcoldcold, and you go swimming anyway? You’ve got the place to yourself. Success!
4th Feb, 2011 February 4, 2011
I’ve got more to write than I can bear thinking about, so I do what I do best – ignore. Postpone. Procrastinate.
We’re fine. Really. Having a blast. Just not near a computer.
Visiting friends, going on adventures, getting more teeth (I think Lil G may in fact be of shark origin), pondering the future, growing older every day.
On-The-Fly December 10, 2010
One week at home. One looooong week at home. Coughing, fevers, more coughing, higher fevers. I’m fine. But I’m the only one. The doctor actually made a house call last night, and immediately prescribed antibiotics. Not least because the fever has been going on for so long that the child has lost too much weight. His eyes are huge.
Bonus to being stuck at home for so long? He’ll let me pretty much do anything, as long as it breaks up the monotony.
Handedness November 8, 2010
When Noah was little, I hoped he would be left-handed. I am left-handed, and I’m of the “Left is ZOMG SO COOL” persuasion. Sure, learning to write was a touch more difficult than for the others, perhaps (Austria having been just a little medieval in this regard, although jesus, my step-uncle is ambidextrous, because THAT’S how medieval they were even further back), I know it wouldn’t make a difference these days. I remember when I told one of our relatives of my hopes, her reaction was “But why? Why would you WANT your child to be left-handed, and as such destined for a difficult life?”
Huh? I mean, as much as I like to play the martyr card (I’m short!), I’m not sure my life has been more difficult due to handedness.
But Noah is definitely right-handed. No question.
Lil G may just be my New Hope.