What I’m up to:
– Things are going well over here. Anthony is slowly regaining his strength but it’s a slow and painful process. Things immediately got better for me once the doctor told me I no longer had to refill his polar cooler with ice every four hours, round the clock. Angels may have sang. In addition to refilling the cooler I was feeding the Squirrelly and waking up with Isobel, who still gets up about once a night. I was pretty deliriously exhausted from dealing with all of that plus my own health issues, but things are slowly getting back to normal. I’m still sleeping on the couch since Anthony is confined to the recliner, but I sleep just fine there and even though Anthony is doing well I just don’t feel comfortable enough to leave him alone all night yet.
– Somewhere in all this Squirrelly transformed from what my friend Dingey called an ‘amorphous thingamabob’ to a real kitten. My left hand, the bottle-feeding hand, is covered in scratches and puncture wounds because he gets SO FREAKING EXCITED when it’s time to eat. Maybe I’ll have Anthony take a little video of how stabby and excited he gets when he sees that bottle coming toward him. His claws used to tickle but now they are doing serious damage. Anthony and I have decided that wearing a gardening glove while feeding him is essential. Here’s a video of him climbing all the way up my body so he can roost in his favorite spot: under my neck.
– I don’t know if it’s because my schedule has been off or because I haven’t been working out but I am so. freaking. tired. all. the. time. Like, I could fall asleep at any given moment, crotchety old woman tired. For those of you who’ve seen the Avengers at least once (or multiple times, HOLLA), I’d like you to know that I feel like Bruce Banner, except my secret is that I’m always tired.
– Isobel’s obsession with pink is reaching new and ridiculous heights. While at a recent meeting of the Explorer’s Club she insisted on using pink paint on her pink paper. I’m worried that I’m the only thing standing between her growing up and becoming this lady. And I like pink! It’s my favorite color, too! The other day she demanded a pink hamburger. With pink sprinkles. And then she told me the roses had “porns.”
-We’ve been using our griddler (which, Caleb pointed out, would be an excellent name for a villain) to cook hotdogs and sausages lately, so Isobel has been referring to it as “the hot dog machine.”
Little Big Links:
Former Head of SETI Says Aliens Totally Don’t Want To Eat Us. I am not at all convinced of this. Via Oodja
Hello. I wish these were everywhere. Via icodeforlove on Instagram.
How to use librarians to prepare for the zombie apocalypse. A talk about the librarians of the future. Via geekandahalf
- SO CREEPY
- Anthony’s snugglebuddy
- My beaver tattoo
- Squirrelly vs the pink underwear
- Rain & my Shanghai umbrella
- A lizard and a barbie this time
- Anthony’s shoulder wound
- Right after surgery
Best and worst parenting moments?
My bad parenting moments all revolve around my health. I feel like a terrible mother whenever my Crohn’s makes me too sick to leave the house or a migraine has me confined to the couch. My worst one, by far, was when I first went to the doctor during my panic attacks and as I was sobbing to the doctor she leaned over and patted my knee and said, “Don’t cry, Mama. Don’t cry.”
My best moments always come when we’re just cuddling and talking or if we try a new activity with her and it’s a big hit. I love watching her experience things for the first time or learn a new skill. I love watching her face light up with happiness and pride. I love, best of all, when she throws her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck and says, “I love you, Mama.”
Do you have a question for me? I’d love to answer it! You can leave your question in the comments, @-reply me on twitter, email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org or send me a messenger pigeon. Don’t actually do the last one, though. My cat will eat it.