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Mary Jean Iron : Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Spiders crawling over my stuff
The cat pooping BY the litter tray
The full binbag that I can't get out of the cannister
The mountain of washing up (next house, DEFINITELY need space and plumbing for dishwasher)
The sliding wardrobe that keeps sliding right off its rail, and the fact the rubber seal has broken away from the wardrobe so I have to pull on cut glass
The fact that I have nearly run out of thyroxine and I'm willing to bet I can't find my repeat prescription form.
The lack of cupboards in my life.
The fact that I have a sore and swollen tongue (??!)
The fact that I'm in a really bad mood.
Right, I'm done kvetching. I'll go and try and do something about all of the above now.
Toby has started to talk. Today he came out with three words we've never heard him say, plus another babysign.
'oh dear'
'teddy'
'duck'
'izz' for Fizz our cat
'at' for cat
'og' for frog
'garden'
'ball'
'birdy'
'daddy'
'dolly'
'woo woo' for Thomas
Do you notice the word missing here?
Daddy is accounted for. The cat is accounted for. Pretty much all his world possessions are accounted for Hell even most of the contents of the aforementioned 'garden' is accounted for and the weather means we haven't even been out there much.
So. Just little ol' me. The giver of life, the lodestar of his world, the one who taught him all these flipping words in the first place.
If I wasn't so proud of the multiple words and babysigns I'd be mightly miffed.
Another Erast Fandorin novel, Death of Achilles was not as satisfying as 'Murder on The Leviathan' and the story just a little too convoluted to be convincing. I like the character of Erast Fandorin very much and his relationship with Mesa his Japanese servant was the highlight of the book. But for all its twists and turns, it didn't hold my attention as much as the previous novel and I confess I lost track of the characters and plot a little. The writing is pretty rich and very atmospheric, you can feel part of a seedy and run down Moscow headed by a gilded corruption, but I struggled to keep on top of the story amidst the dazzling description.
Notes in notebook from July 10th, 2006. Toby was 2 weeks old.
- most naps are disturbed by hiccups, possetting and uncomfortable swallowing
- has infacol before feeds
- mother expressing breastmilk for feeds as baby refuses to latch
3.15am - bottle 4 1/2 ozs
6.45am - woke hungry, took 2ozs, wet nappy
11.30am - 3ozs
12.30pm - wet nappy
14.15pm - 3.5ozs
17.30 - 3.5ozs, wet nappy
21.30 - 4ozs
sick 30 minutes later, kept upright for 30 mins, put in moses basket at an angle
23.50 - very dirty nappy, 3ozs
02.00 - fed 3ozs, dirty nappy, large bout of hiccuping
03.45 - fractured uncomfortable sleep
04.20 - frantic for food, 4ozs
04.40 - finished feed, straight back up
07.45 - fed 4ozs
08.10 - finished, held upright
08.45 - laid in basket, brought feed up
I will re-read this whenever the broody fairy comes to visit.
