Mid-Week Adventures
Aug. 7th, 2003 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI can't believe I forgot to note this. Sunday, when I was on the roof cleaning out the gutters, an eagle flew overhead. It was one big bird and it had a fish in its claws. It took a straight line over the trees and over my property, heading for Normandy lake. It was a big fish, too. And there was something else trailing it; maybe entrails. I was amazed at how clearly I could make it all out.
Sunday was also Yamaarashi-chan's first day at my house for an entire week. It started Sunday night, and there wasn't much to do for her other than feed her, bathe her, and put her to bed.
Monday was insane, with my running home in the car and getting the kids and Omaha from the doctor's office. Omaha had some kind of rash, and there's apparently a fast-developing possibly fatal reaction to one of her medications that first manifests itself as a rash, so she has to have every one of the checked out. Kouryou-chan hasn't been sleeping all that well recently; waking in the night and crawling into bed with us, so she was terrible when we herded her into the car. She got massively upset because Omaha insisted on buckling her in while she was fretting about one of her shoes becoming undone. Yamaarashi-chan, on the other hand, was delightfully complacent about the whole thing.
For Yamaarashi-chan, it's a shame she has the voice of an anvil because she likes to sing. For her parents, it's a shame she likes to sing because she has the voice of an anvil. She's also apparently learned that, to be heard over three teenagers and the television set, she has to be LOUD. This doesn't work at my house, though; it only makes us ask her-- and eventually tell her-- to tone it down or take it outside. Usually we only have to ask twice, though.
I got Omaha to her evening appointment at the studio where she records a weekly radio show on Macintosh games. She said the show went pretty well. But I also had to herd the kids into the car at nine that night to head over to the airport bus complex and pick her up on her way home. In between, I made tortellini and sauce (using up the very last of my Shiraz in the process of making the sauce... damn!) while the kids got their parentally-limited one hour of television a day-- Arthur and Dragon Tales, I think.
I'm so unbelievably happy with my PVR, I can't begin to tell you. It's already figured out that there are PBS kids in the house, and after we told it that Pokemon and The Simpsons weren't appropriate for our kids, it settled down and now dutifully grabs and keeps one day's worth of Arthur, Dragon Tales, Cailou, George Shrinks, Clifford, Sagwa... it gives the kids a smorgasbord they can watch at any time, not just when the show's on. It's television shows like sushi boats... you can watch when they first come by, or any time until they get stale. It's amazing. I already don't know how I lived without it.
And in the middle of the night, for the first time in three weeks, she wet her bed. Fortunately, it was her bed, not ours. Omaha had to rise in the middle of the night (Kouryou-chan always wakes her up, not me, probably because I sleep on the far side of the bed from the bedroom door), shower her down (potential parents take note: a shower massage on a hose is not a luxury when you have kids), and re-dress her for bed. Bleah.
Tuesday, we had another hectic day as, after work, I hurtled home and we took the kids grocery shopping. What a thrilling evening, huh? Kouryou-chan was the pain this time-- it seems to be her week to be a pain. We have this little toy shopping cart, and she kept pushing it loose and rolling it around and running into people. Annoying little kid. Yamaarashi-chan, in contrast, was much better.
After we got home, the kids got their baths, and Kouryou-chan went ballistic on us. She was being naughty about getting ready for bed, instead playing downstairs. We did the parental counting thing: "You have three seconds to come upstairs or you lose one book for bedtime." She didn't come upstairs. We escalated. "If you don't come upstairs, you'll lose both books."
She pushed it, and lost both books. Yamaarashi-chan had brushed her teeth and picked her books and was ready, and Kouryou-chan was so far behind... and Omaha was just mad because Kouryou-chan wasn't just disobeying, she was actively playing "I'm not listening to you." When Kouryou-chan learned that we were serious about not letting her pick her own books to read and that Yamaarashi-chan would get to do all of the selecting, she lost it. Flailing, crying, screaming, quickly ascending into the "I'm screaming because I don't know how to stop screaming" stage that can last an hour. It took twenty minutes to calm her down enough to listen to the book collection Yamaarashi-chan picked (and to be honest, they're all book Kouryou-chan likes: Thomas the Tank Engine, Nantan's Good Morning, Beatrix Potter).
But she seemed to sleep OK. Still crawling out of her bed in the kids' room and joining us at 3:00am, but that's understandable.
Sunday was also Yamaarashi-chan's first day at my house for an entire week. It started Sunday night, and there wasn't much to do for her other than feed her, bathe her, and put her to bed.
Monday was insane, with my running home in the car and getting the kids and Omaha from the doctor's office. Omaha had some kind of rash, and there's apparently a fast-developing possibly fatal reaction to one of her medications that first manifests itself as a rash, so she has to have every one of the checked out. Kouryou-chan hasn't been sleeping all that well recently; waking in the night and crawling into bed with us, so she was terrible when we herded her into the car. She got massively upset because Omaha insisted on buckling her in while she was fretting about one of her shoes becoming undone. Yamaarashi-chan, on the other hand, was delightfully complacent about the whole thing.
For Yamaarashi-chan, it's a shame she has the voice of an anvil because she likes to sing. For her parents, it's a shame she likes to sing because she has the voice of an anvil. She's also apparently learned that, to be heard over three teenagers and the television set, she has to be LOUD. This doesn't work at my house, though; it only makes us ask her-- and eventually tell her-- to tone it down or take it outside. Usually we only have to ask twice, though.
I got Omaha to her evening appointment at the studio where she records a weekly radio show on Macintosh games. She said the show went pretty well. But I also had to herd the kids into the car at nine that night to head over to the airport bus complex and pick her up on her way home. In between, I made tortellini and sauce (using up the very last of my Shiraz in the process of making the sauce... damn!) while the kids got their parentally-limited one hour of television a day-- Arthur and Dragon Tales, I think.
I'm so unbelievably happy with my PVR, I can't begin to tell you. It's already figured out that there are PBS kids in the house, and after we told it that Pokemon and The Simpsons weren't appropriate for our kids, it settled down and now dutifully grabs and keeps one day's worth of Arthur, Dragon Tales, Cailou, George Shrinks, Clifford, Sagwa... it gives the kids a smorgasbord they can watch at any time, not just when the show's on. It's television shows like sushi boats... you can watch when they first come by, or any time until they get stale. It's amazing. I already don't know how I lived without it.
And in the middle of the night, for the first time in three weeks, she wet her bed. Fortunately, it was her bed, not ours. Omaha had to rise in the middle of the night (Kouryou-chan always wakes her up, not me, probably because I sleep on the far side of the bed from the bedroom door), shower her down (potential parents take note: a shower massage on a hose is not a luxury when you have kids), and re-dress her for bed. Bleah.
Tuesday, we had another hectic day as, after work, I hurtled home and we took the kids grocery shopping. What a thrilling evening, huh? Kouryou-chan was the pain this time-- it seems to be her week to be a pain. We have this little toy shopping cart, and she kept pushing it loose and rolling it around and running into people. Annoying little kid. Yamaarashi-chan, in contrast, was much better.
After we got home, the kids got their baths, and Kouryou-chan went ballistic on us. She was being naughty about getting ready for bed, instead playing downstairs. We did the parental counting thing: "You have three seconds to come upstairs or you lose one book for bedtime." She didn't come upstairs. We escalated. "If you don't come upstairs, you'll lose both books."
She pushed it, and lost both books. Yamaarashi-chan had brushed her teeth and picked her books and was ready, and Kouryou-chan was so far behind... and Omaha was just mad because Kouryou-chan wasn't just disobeying, she was actively playing "I'm not listening to you." When Kouryou-chan learned that we were serious about not letting her pick her own books to read and that Yamaarashi-chan would get to do all of the selecting, she lost it. Flailing, crying, screaming, quickly ascending into the "I'm screaming because I don't know how to stop screaming" stage that can last an hour. It took twenty minutes to calm her down enough to listen to the book collection Yamaarashi-chan picked (and to be honest, they're all book Kouryou-chan likes: Thomas the Tank Engine, Nantan's Good Morning, Beatrix Potter).
But she seemed to sleep OK. Still crawling out of her bed in the kids' room and joining us at 3:00am, but that's understandable.
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Date: 2003-08-07 05:13 pm (UTC)Oftentimes I would get the "no" thing from Katt's youngest (particularly when he'd already stepped out of line and didn't want to go to the corner) and would simply scoop him up and set him in the corner myself... Seemed to work more or less OK, but I didn't know if you got better results some other way...
And natch, each kid is different, too... the youngest needed a bit more hands-on treatment, while the eldest I could just give The Look and whammo, aye aye, sir...
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Date: 2003-08-07 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-08-07 07:17 pm (UTC)And when it comes to Kouryou-chan and Yamaarashi-chan, Omaha and I are very tolerant and patient about it. Other people's kids, though: while we understand that they probably feel about their kids they way we do about ours, we'd still happily take duct tape to their kids' mouths, and so we understand that they probably feel the same way about ours. Which is why I try to hustle one of them out of sight when she's being a little monster.
Which, thankfully, is very rare, if only because Omaha and I are careful to make sure they are getting enough sleep and food. I think Kouryou-chan is a little bed-turny because of Yamaarashi's extended stay and the way that's put a damper on attention and encouraged her to sleep in the kids' room. It's hard, when she's come down off the tantrum, not to feel something when she's still clingy and sniffling and she says, "I only wanted your attention."
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Date: 2003-08-07 07:24 pm (UTC)Mom was a professional soloist for many years and I'd be delighted to ask her for tips, if you like.
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Date: 2003-08-07 07:33 pm (UTC)Yes, I've heard that. Trouble is, I know next to nothing about wines and I had thought Shiraz fairly expensive. Tasty I had heard it be.
Sadly, I don't dare imbibe any reds; all too many of them give me instant migraine on a single mouthful.
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Date: 2003-08-07 07:40 pm (UTC)I'm told it's good for my heart.
As for the headache thing, that might be the sulfates. Check out organic wines that are sulfate-free. Also a friend of mine swears that it's California wines only that give her headaches; the Oz varities don't.
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Date: 2003-08-07 09:40 pm (UTC)I've been using TiVo for a year and a half now, and watching TV without it is frustrating. No ability to 30 second skip through commercials, no ability to pause, not having a list of shows I know I like at my command any time I want.
If you use the Thumb ratings regularly it does get pretty good at sorting out what you might like.
I'll shut up, I can geek out about TiVo features for ages - there is
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Date: 2003-08-07 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-07 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-07 11:13 pm (UTC)I'll do the best that I can do
For honor, country and the king
Let the anvils ring!
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Date: 2003-08-08 04:16 am (UTC)