— Roland lost a sock, and the distress woke him up.
My grandparents bought Roland a first book of anatomy which is pretty neat if somewhat inaccurate (it’s been dumbed down too much). It talks about skeletons and stomachs and eyeballs. Pictures are of 90’s kids, but anatomically correct.
Roland has merged the idea of having a stomach/digestive tract with the very hungry caterpillar, who has a stomach ache after eating it’s smorgasbord of mostly unhealthy foods. This has led to hearing him shout such gems as:
"I HAVE A STOMACH ACHE IN MY PENIS"
He’s still quite fixated on genitalia in general, as he likely will be for the rest of his life, and is constantly yelling things like:
"MY BUTT IS FOR POOPING FOOD I DONT WANT"
"MAMA HAS A ‘GINA BUT IT’S NOT FOR POOPING"
I love his enthusiasm but woah. Maybe we should have waited until he had a bit better volume control.
Wait…afternoon nap for Ro?
Right? So what is up with that sleep schedule?
Yesterday he napped 1 hour, 2- 3 because we were walking in the stroller and I didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until too late. He’s pretty unwakeable when he’s actually asleep.
Today, no nap. He fell asleep on the way from the grocery store at 5 pm, slept through getting his clothes changed, new diaper, everything. Will he sleep through the night? will he wake up for the day at 3 am? I don’t know
Basically we’ve learned that 3 hours is too long and no hours is not enough. We keep playing it by ear.
Every time the school money comes in, we have a mini-celebration. Mostly we order pizza or something, but this year the school gives us extra loan money mostly to save for start up costs of ND practice, since we don’t get the same doc opportunities like more guaranteed placement and doctor option loans.
So I had a tuesday celebration. I got bras that fit, as noted. I got a new pair of athletic shoes for the first time in 6 years. I bought a new foundation that matches my summer skin tone. I got my nails did and my brows waxed. I bought Roland a coloring book. I finished booking my car rental and conference registration for the Arizona conference. I got a new charger cord for my computer, since the old one died a few days ago. I got a required packet of school stuff for a one day class.
And then we socked away 6 months of rent and daycare. Feels good, man!
We knew with moving costs and such that our June would be hard but we should be free and easy until I get a job now.
Went to go get bras that fit and aren’t nursing bras today and at the fitting found that I’m almost in a size I could buy at a nonspecialty store!
Someday I dream of 20$ bras.
I just dropped $200 on 3 bras for the new more-than-pre-pregnancy-but-less-than-nursing size, 34E.
I love the store I go to, but it would be nice to have more than one option in town.
-we went to the farmers market
-and bought salmon that had been caught yesterday
-then came home
-and made ice cream with one of those kickball ice cream makers that the neighbor has. Roland and their little girl were all about rolling the ice cream down the hill.
-and had a playdate with a 3 year old from down the street.
-and grilled salmon and made fish stock with the head and bones
-it was so good
-then Ro fell asleep at 6 pm, ridiculously early
-so I drank a bottle of wine with the neighbors and shared all the community gossip
legit this neighborhood is the best. I’m having a hard time imagining ever leaving this place
A CSA is a community supported agriculture. Our farm feeds 80 families for 28 weeks of the year. The 80 families provide the money for seeds and infrastructure; the farmers do all the making food actually happen and harvesting.
We generally get about 22 lbs a week (more in fall) of organic, local, heritage variety veggies and berries. It comes out to about $14 per person per week, so cheaper than we could eat at the store.
We drive out to the farm every Wednesday to pick up our food.
Jer totally caved yesterday. Today went well; little dude was busy enough to stay up and he was 100% exhausted and actually asleep in bed by 7pm.
Victory is ours for tonight. We’ll see how this goes. Updates as events warrant.
The walls are closing in. The rice crackers have been devoured. The mess is growing larger.
Actually it hasn’t been a big thing yet. I’m about to head back to clinic and leave Jer alone for the witching afternoon. Wish him luck