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gfrancieSenor Onion has been having leg cramps that wake him out of a sound sleep. I feel for the kid. I remember having horrible growing pains like that when I was a kid. I gave him tylenol and put a heating pad on the painful area and just held him until the pain went away. It took about ten minutes but I am sure for him it felt never-ending. We sat on the sofa while I listened to Radio 4. It made me think of when he was a baby and I would be up in the middle of the night with him. Though his legs and arms now spill everywhere. He is a tall gangly kid. Once the pain stopped I ended up holding him for awhile as he had fallen asleep. A rare moment when we have that Mom/Senor Onion time without interruption. (other than James Naughtie leaning on someone for being a lying liar or something)
I went through the house today and took an inventory of all of our pictures and paintings. Added all up, it was quite a few and yet when looking on the walls, it seems like we could use more. I also began work on counting everything in the kitchen. It is going to take some time. I had to make a frank admission to myself that I have a lot of kitchen stuff. I do use most of it. Really. Truly. But it is a lot. I once met a woman who told me about her completely stocked gourmet kitchen that had everything and yet she did not cook. She just liked the idea of being prepared should she ever actually decide to cook. She ordered in a lot. The woman even had a posh viking stove. What a waste of stove. Something heart-breaking about a really great range being wasted.
Listening to the BBC presenters pronounce Des Moines, Iowa is making me snort. Never change folk. Never change.
I went through the house today and took an inventory of all of our pictures and paintings. Added all up, it was quite a few and yet when looking on the walls, it seems like we could use more. I also began work on counting everything in the kitchen. It is going to take some time. I had to make a frank admission to myself that I have a lot of kitchen stuff. I do use most of it. Really. Truly. But it is a lot. I once met a woman who told me about her completely stocked gourmet kitchen that had everything and yet she did not cook. She just liked the idea of being prepared should she ever actually decide to cook. She ordered in a lot. The woman even had a posh viking stove. What a waste of stove. Something heart-breaking about a really great range being wasted.
Listening to the BBC presenters pronounce Des Moines, Iowa is making me snort. Never change folk. Never change.
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Date: 2012-01-04 01:43 pm (UTC)Also, I never understand people with nice things they never use. It a waste of money. I don't sew, so why would I have a sewing room?
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Date: 2012-01-04 06:08 pm (UTC)I feel for Senior Onion. It's freaky when you think about it, really. His bones are growing!
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Date: 2012-01-04 07:59 pm (UTC)And it is so awful to be sound asleep and pulled out of it by your own body.
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Date: 2012-01-05 12:46 am (UTC)tell alex he is now truly a member of my dad's family (dad used to get them as a kid as well).
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Date: 2012-01-05 12:52 am (UTC)Yeah. I may give him some calcium before bed just to see if it might help.
I do wonder if he is going to be tall like his Uncles.
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Date: 2012-01-05 01:34 am (UTC)go figure.....