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May. 8th, 2007 10:18 pmfood
I made steak and mushroom pie for dinner. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I am gearing up to make ice cream. I have to think long and hard about doing it. Sure it is simple stuff but still... I like to contemplate. It is creation.
Time to also go back to working on making pizza dough. I will conquer dough.
Mothering
Senor Onion woke up at 5. Woah. Thanks for letting me sleep in for half an hour. I'll send you a card of thanks kid. I went back to bed for a little bit this morning. I slept hard but it was coupled with unpleasant dreams. (this is often the downside of sleeping in the morning for me)
I earned a Bad Mother merit badge today. (I am hoping to have enough to decorate a sash) I put Alex in his bouncer so I could remove a pie crust from the oven. Funny me I don't want to burn my kid. Anyhow I didn't buckle him in. I was only going to be thirty seconds and he was holding his toy fish and was properly entertained. Well. Yes. You'd think. He dropped his fish and leaned over to get it and fell out of his bouncer. He did this the second I turned around. He stopped crying the second I picked him up. He didn't have a bump on his head and was perfectly fine. I felt bad about that one. The upside is I took so much calcium while pregnant and continue to do so -so he has a hard head. He then spent the rest of the day attempting to launch himself. He was sitting in my lap and would try and throw himself at things. Meet Senor Onion: Future bungee jumper.
"Chil'e you are agin' your poor poor Mother."
My goodness. He is such a character.
realizations
It is always a trifle weird (at least for someone like myself who has suffered from depression most of my life) to have a moment where I say "I am happy". Like Woah. So yes. I guess I am a happy person. It is a bit like opening a drawer and finding that you owned something rather nifty and didn't realize you owned it. Does that sound hokey? Because it does sound faintly hokey in print. But it is true. There are a lot of people I love and care for very much -I suspect the happiness wouldn't be without their existence. I don't say that much to many or very often. Being snarky is sometimes easier than being so vulnerable. I spent so long being closed off it still takes a deliberate presence to be...me in front of others.
etc
This morning I attended to laundry. My life is about a lot of laundry. Complete with being folded and put away. That and dishes.
I need to wash my hair.
Time to soak in the tub and read.
I made steak and mushroom pie for dinner. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I am gearing up to make ice cream. I have to think long and hard about doing it. Sure it is simple stuff but still... I like to contemplate. It is creation.
Time to also go back to working on making pizza dough. I will conquer dough.
Mothering
Senor Onion woke up at 5. Woah. Thanks for letting me sleep in for half an hour. I'll send you a card of thanks kid. I went back to bed for a little bit this morning. I slept hard but it was coupled with unpleasant dreams. (this is often the downside of sleeping in the morning for me)
I earned a Bad Mother merit badge today. (I am hoping to have enough to decorate a sash) I put Alex in his bouncer so I could remove a pie crust from the oven. Funny me I don't want to burn my kid. Anyhow I didn't buckle him in. I was only going to be thirty seconds and he was holding his toy fish and was properly entertained. Well. Yes. You'd think. He dropped his fish and leaned over to get it and fell out of his bouncer. He did this the second I turned around. He stopped crying the second I picked him up. He didn't have a bump on his head and was perfectly fine. I felt bad about that one. The upside is I took so much calcium while pregnant and continue to do so -so he has a hard head. He then spent the rest of the day attempting to launch himself. He was sitting in my lap and would try and throw himself at things. Meet Senor Onion: Future bungee jumper.
"Chil'e you are agin' your poor poor Mother."
My goodness. He is such a character.
realizations
It is always a trifle weird (at least for someone like myself who has suffered from depression most of my life) to have a moment where I say "I am happy". Like Woah. So yes. I guess I am a happy person. It is a bit like opening a drawer and finding that you owned something rather nifty and didn't realize you owned it. Does that sound hokey? Because it does sound faintly hokey in print. But it is true. There are a lot of people I love and care for very much -I suspect the happiness wouldn't be without their existence. I don't say that much to many or very often. Being snarky is sometimes easier than being so vulnerable. I spent so long being closed off it still takes a deliberate presence to be...me in front of others.
etc
This morning I attended to laundry. My life is about a lot of laundry. Complete with being folded and put away. That and dishes.
I need to wash my hair.
Time to soak in the tub and read.
