Odd morning
Nov. 17th, 2003 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWell, the weekend has come and gone, and sad to say I didn't get nearly as much done as I could have. The kids were over and, while they do keep each other occupied, they also give rise to sibling rivalry and all the usual possessive fights that kids are given over to. A bit of that was stir-craziness; the cold and wet kept them indoors and neither one of them has learned how to occupy themselves for extended periods of time. It doesn't help that Omaha and I have been strictly enforcing the one-movie-or-one-hour of television per day, since that means that we have to find something else for them to do.
Yamaarashi-chan can read! At least, I hope it's reading and not memorization; she seemed to go through the whole of Hop On Pop without many pauses. I had to tell her to sound out some words here and there, but on the whole she did so well I was stunned.
Kouryou-chan has hit four, and so we're moving her into her own room, with a bigger bed and everything. She's almost outgrown the toddler bed now. She's also climbing into bed with us first thing in the morning, still, but that's not so bad I suppose. I hope she eventually learns to sleep through the whole night without interrupting Omaha and me. Meanwhile, her TerribleTwos have finally hit massively hard; tantrums whenever she doesn't get her way, screaming and crying. We're dealing with it, and our response seems to be working, but slowly, so slowly.
The girls ate their breakfasts and lunches, but for some reason we just couldn't convince them to eat dinner. Salmon with butter noodles and garlic kale didn't do it for them, I guess. Ah, well. The grownups indulged. We ran out of soy sauce halfway through the recipie and had to substitute; what we came up with was so mutant I shudder to think of it-- it involved bullion, cider vinegar, molasses and sesesame oil. But it worked in the recipie quite well.
I ran out to buy a new pair of jeans and some underwear with the last of a gift card Omaha bought me last year in the hopes that I would "buy new clothes" with it. I must be getting old-- new underwear pleases me. But it's comfy underwear. It would look better on me if I were as buff and well-hung as the guy on the package, though. Gads but the traffic was miserable; was there some kind of unannounced sale going on? A pre-black-Friday-everything-must-go kinda thing?
Oh, and I made cookies, and they didn't spread! I tried two different things: I used winter wheat rather than all-purpose, and I left the butter out on the counter for a few hours to let it soften rather than use the fast-softening trick that involves a microwave. Mmm... home-made chocolate chip cookies. And with baking parchment right on top of the stone, no burning either! Whoo-hoo!
This morning feels weird to me. Usually, by the time I'm out the door my brain is spinning full-speed with ideas and plots and code. This morning it was just quiet; couldn't get a single thread up and going. Maybe it was just the stress of being in the house with the girls, dealing with everything. I hope I can get thinking soon. I don't like feeling this way, not sending off sparks.
Yamaarashi-chan can read! At least, I hope it's reading and not memorization; she seemed to go through the whole of Hop On Pop without many pauses. I had to tell her to sound out some words here and there, but on the whole she did so well I was stunned.
Kouryou-chan has hit four, and so we're moving her into her own room, with a bigger bed and everything. She's almost outgrown the toddler bed now. She's also climbing into bed with us first thing in the morning, still, but that's not so bad I suppose. I hope she eventually learns to sleep through the whole night without interrupting Omaha and me. Meanwhile, her TerribleTwos have finally hit massively hard; tantrums whenever she doesn't get her way, screaming and crying. We're dealing with it, and our response seems to be working, but slowly, so slowly.
The girls ate their breakfasts and lunches, but for some reason we just couldn't convince them to eat dinner. Salmon with butter noodles and garlic kale didn't do it for them, I guess. Ah, well. The grownups indulged. We ran out of soy sauce halfway through the recipie and had to substitute; what we came up with was so mutant I shudder to think of it-- it involved bullion, cider vinegar, molasses and sesesame oil. But it worked in the recipie quite well.
I ran out to buy a new pair of jeans and some underwear with the last of a gift card Omaha bought me last year in the hopes that I would "buy new clothes" with it. I must be getting old-- new underwear pleases me. But it's comfy underwear. It would look better on me if I were as buff and well-hung as the guy on the package, though. Gads but the traffic was miserable; was there some kind of unannounced sale going on? A pre-black-Friday-everything-must-go kinda thing?
Oh, and I made cookies, and they didn't spread! I tried two different things: I used winter wheat rather than all-purpose, and I left the butter out on the counter for a few hours to let it soften rather than use the fast-softening trick that involves a microwave. Mmm... home-made chocolate chip cookies. And with baking parchment right on top of the stone, no burning either! Whoo-hoo!
This morning feels weird to me. Usually, by the time I'm out the door my brain is spinning full-speed with ideas and plots and code. This morning it was just quiet; couldn't get a single thread up and going. Maybe it was just the stress of being in the house with the girls, dealing with everything. I hope I can get thinking soon. I don't like feeling this way, not sending off sparks.
