We somehow made it to bed last night before nine. Sweeeet. Fat lot of good it did me. Maeve got antsy around 1 so I turned her on her tummy. She was fine, but I was awake. And had a very stupid song stuck in my head. Stupid, because it was parts of two songs put together! “like a bridge over troubled waters… I will lead you home” (Simon&Garfunkel and Michael W. Smith – the latter of which I haven’t even heard in forever!) So there I lay, thinking about anything and everything (some of my best brainstorming happens in the middle of the night, while I’m fighting it the whole time) think, think, think… “like a…” aaaaaaah shut up! think, think, think… aaaa, go to sleep! “like a…” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I soon heard our clock chiming 2… then 3… When you have a song stuck in your head do you ever just start spitefully replacing the words of the song with other rhyming words? If the tune has to be stuck in your head at least you can find a little humor in it… well, in my rather out of it state last night I started doing it without thinking – “like a fridge over troubled…” huh? Haha. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Suddenly I found myself in my parents living room. Mom and grandma Ruth were sitting on the couch talking. I was just standing there and my arm was tickling, so I looked down and there was a bug! I gave a little scream and brushed it off, but it kept tickling and there was another, different kind of bug! Scream, brush. Still tickling. A yet different bug. Scream, brush. After the EIGHTH variety of bug that crawled down my arm I was getting pretty frustrated and still screaming, understandably. Mom and grandma just sat there calmly talking as though it wasn’t at all strange. Thankfully, Maeve made some sort of noise just then that woke me out of my misery. Unfortunately, my arm really felt like it had been tickling, so I brushed it vigorously and franticly grabbed at the sheet that was completely twisted around David. I hoped desperately that it had just been a bit of sheet hanging down tickling my arm, but I pulled the sheet up to my neck, just the same. Ah, pesky head sticking out like some sort of giant bug or spider playground! I tried to keep my mouth closed at least, but I just hate breathing through my nose… oh well. I had many more strange dreams as the night wore on.
I wish I could say that was the first sleepless night of bug induced terror that I have endured, but at least one other comes to mind. I once woke up quite disturbed that a bug had crawled in my mouth and I had swallowed it. Seriously, that’s how my throat felt. I got up and tried franticly to drown it, but the feeling would not go away. I think I may have even tried eating something, but nothing helped. I lay there agonizing much longer than I would have liked that night. The next day I felt it was imperative to find statistics on nighttime human bug consumption. I found disturbing information on, not only that, but also bug allowances in food. I went on to do a speech on that topic for a class I was in at the time. Gross.
Our to do lists have conservatively 79 items on them. Good luck to us, huh? amazingly it’s normal, and we actually DO cross things off quite often.
Anyway, we recently got Maeve a jumper thing and she rather enjoys it. Makes the Bumbo pretty obsolete. Guess we’ll be bidding it good-bye. She was taking a nap on Friday and had been asleep for about five minutes when she suddenly started laughing. She stopped and then did it again. She has thus far not laughed while awake. I guess her dreams are funnier than her regular life. Hmm, wonder who she takes after in that department.
finally, some videos of the joyous child (click on “no thumbnail” – it will take you to a window which says “download movie”, which when clicked on, will open Windows Media Player or whatever you use, I guess, not actually put the file on your desktop or something. sorry if it takes a while, some of them are larger than others, but none longer than two minutes I think) bah, I just realized that some of them didn’t save right, so some have multiple clips as one. sorry, I’ll fix it.
and I don’t know what I was thinking – she’s three months on Saturday, not tomorrow…
by the by, we make the pictures and videos open in a new window so that you won’t forget to comment after seeing/watching.
Yesterday our little family did something none of us had ever had to do before. We were sitting in our Dr.’s office when a nurse knocked and told us we had to all go to the basement because of a tornado. As far as we could tell, no tornado ever showed up, but we got to see where they keep all their old files… and some archaic computer monitors.
As we were coming home from work today there was a man walking on the side of the road carrying a live deer. He waved.
The other day we got home at
Maeve is 12 weeks old today – she’ll be three months on Thursday.
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I sat Maeve up after feeding her and she promptly regurgitated – it pooled in my bellybutton.
Maeve gets to meet her other set of grandparents today. Last night we were cleaning up in anticipation of their arrival and as I was working in the bathroom I was thinking about why I would rather do that than clean the kitchen (which is where David was working). It came to me that I have a higher standard of ‘clean’ for the kitchen than I do the bathroom and David has a high standard of ‘clean’ in general, so I’d rather he work his magic on the kitchen and I’ll just keep kind of cleaning the bathroom :-D Really for some reason I would rather clean the toilet than the stove, which is funny because I’m the one who makes the stove dirty and David is more responsible for the demise of the toilet. The only thing I have against cleaning the bathroom is the hair… what is more annoying than a wet hair that you can’t get off your hand? Hmmm, maybe that would be multiple wet hairs that you can’t get off your hand or the side of the tub. Or then, out of the cloth you were using to get said hairs off the tub…! I say, get rid of all the hair with toilet paper and THEN finish cleaning with a cloth. At least I haven’t found a better way. I must admit, I prefer this dilemma to baldness. In the end, we decided that sleep was more important than cleaning anyway.
Althea, David says maybe the email notice started going to your junk mail? But on the sidebar there under the calendar under pages is the subscribe, whoa I just checked it and realized that we didn’t set it up for subscribing after we changed the design… but we have a couple of new subscribers, I wonder how? Maybe I’m just crazy… or maybe it’s because I’m administrating right now… oh well. I’ll have David look at it.
Also, here is the “portable” washer for Christina – welcome back, by the way!!! Maybe now you can get a blog up again????
