Was there a still in the Swamp?

I should have more to say about today than I do, but, well, I don't. My brain is mush. So mushy is my brain that I took Elijah out to walk the dogs and forgot to take the dogs. I was halfway down the stairs before I realized my mistake. When I came back for the dogs, Brian laughed at me, and Chris B made scary noises.

I bought many bottles of House Call. And some wasabi peanuts. Those are amazing.

Elijah and I walked through a swamp. He smiled at a junkie.

Brian bought a PS2 and some games for $15. I now require Katamari Damacy and one of the GTA games.

We have to wake up in too few hours. Elijah and I are getting on a train at stupid early in the morning to go visit aunt Kacy.

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Education

...I do believe we need this: Your Baby Can Read

Night.

Elijah is asleep, there's rain outside, Chris is watching TV in his room, Brian is watching anime with headphones across the room from me. The dogs are woofing quietly at the new neighbours who are very loud, and I am wallowing in my head pain, and having a midnight snack.

Midnight snack: Ibuprofen, vitamins, Sudafed, bread and cheese, and Function: House Call. Which is supposed to be honey green tea but tastes like libraries.

When I stood up to go get my midnight snack, I took three steps, swayed, sat down again. My migraine attacks have been weird lately--not nearly as frequent as they were before pregnancy, but more surprising. I used to have ample warning that one was coming, from significant aura. Now they come on much more quickly, and are more susceptible to light and sound than the old ones were.

Dinner was a surprising success; apparently an orange and some cajun seasoning on a chicken in the crock pot works well. We also had cheese to go with the potatoes and broccoli. It was quite good. And Elijah rejected chicken in favour of broccoli.

And after dinner, I had icecream with cream, because my grandfather and I were talking about how much we used to eat icecream, earlier, and how infrequently we do now. But I tend to be happier when I'm eating a lot of icecream, so perhaps I should get back to that.

The day's productivity continued: I packed three crates of books, two boxes of clothes, and one box of sheets. I may have done more as well, but the pain in my head is preventing memory from surfacing.

After dinner, we picked up Marcy to show her the new house, and mostly so she and I could smoke a couple of clove cigarettes and catch up a bit. It was good. It needs to happen sometimes.

And then babyface screamed the entire way home, which sure didn't help my head, or Brian's stress level. So now we're vegging.

Reminder

This is so I can keep in mind that productivity is possible.

Today, I have:
-made a whiny blog post
-eaten breakfast with Elijah (onion bagel with butter, and cold leftover garlic broccoli)
-checked email
-checked Facebook
-put dinner in the crock pot (chicken and potatoes--there's an orange in the chicken's cavity, butter under its skin, and lots of cajun seasoning, onion powder, celery salt, and garlic powder all over it)
-planned the rest of dinner (rice, broccoli) to be finished around 5
-took dogs and baby for a walk (while talking to Grampa)
-washed towels
-put towels in dyer
-put clothes in washer
-ran dishwasher
-ran water distiller
-wrote this blog post

And it's only noon!

And now we're lying down, nursing and listening to the Sisters of Mercy. I'm trying to decide whether to try to sleep. I really probably should.

Ugh. Morning.

This is Mama trying not to obsess over stupid things: Missing an ingredient for dinner, potentially hosting someone... while in utter chaos.

This is Mama not being a morning person, and needing to eat before anyone talks to her in the mornings (but that didn't happen).

Erg.

I think I'll reinstate the old rule, slightly modified: Do not speak to Mama of anything important if she hasn't eaten.

And ashes, and ashes, and ashes, and ashes, and ashes...

I've listened to the Floodland album by the Sisters of Mercy once or twice a day (sometimes more) every day for the last nine months. And I'm not tired of it yet. You'd think I would be.

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Elijah had his nine month check-up today; he was 28 inches tall (meaning he has two inches to go before he's half my height) and 18.7lbs. He smiled at the doctor until she started sticking things in his ears. I sang the Werewolves Go Marching for him, which kept him from screaming at her. She did not comment.

"The werewolves go marching one by one, aroo, aroo..."

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Sometimes, what one needs is a really good, frantic, snotty, childish cry, while someone holds you and tells you it's going to be okay. Even if it isn't, not right away.

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Picture time.

From Elijah

Remmy found his way into the high chair, and was cleaning it up for me :p

From Elijah

Not entirely sure about this pool thing...

From Elijah

Better?

From Elijah

Maybe...

From Elijah

From Elijah

Daddy isn't a water person.

From Elijah

What a smile :)

From Elijah

Oh, look, a blogger window...

Oh my.

Hello.

My brain? It is mush.

We went to the pool today. And Sunday. It was fun. Elijah likes the water. He sticks his face in, chokes on some water, coughs a bit, and makes an ugly face. Then does it again.

last.fm is my new friend.

The bathtub is my old friend, much missed for the last few days.

There are more pictures. I'll upload them later.

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