does compulsively making phonetic puns in ASL make me a bad person?

[thanate]

I've been of the opinion for some time that I ought not to be allowed to live alone, since I tend to go into some level of depressive spiral when left to myself for long enough. A week of mostly just me & the stair-climbing, houseplant-eating, cat-antagonizing baby has been a fairly weird experience, too. Very exhausting; I keep realizing that I've stopped talking to her as I do things and having to remind myself to start again. But it took me until today to get to the headachy tired bit where I want to be despairish about stuff I can't do anything about (impending rhino extinctions, people who water their lawns in November when it's forecast to rain...) while trying not to upset the happily shrieking baby. And then I made tube biscuits and ate the whole package and felt a great deal better. (I swear, this nursing thing-- suddenly "haven't had enough fat recently" is a new headache trigger.)

We still have no baby gate for the bottom of the stairs. After the third round of "No, I will deal with this now!" failed because the gate I got labeled as fitting 29-39" widths is carefully engineered not to work in an opening that's 33" at the base and 35" at the top, I recognized my failure to make further actual efforts up to and including returning the unhelpful gate is a form of decision fatigue, and having diagnosed the problem, solving it fell right off the mental urgency list. But after I followed her up the stairs some ten or fifteen times, the Megatherium has begun to pause a step or two up and wait for me to join her rather than just steaming off up the steps without an adult.

This would also be easier if the cat were a little less needy, or picked less baby-needy times to be needy at me.

Anyway, her wiggleness is just at the brink of picking up a couple signs-- she bangs twice on her high chair for "more" (I'm not quite sure how to shape that into the real sign, but on the up side, this I can hear even if I'm out of visual range) and is desperately trying to reproduce "strawberry" so as to ask for them. Fingers are so confusing. Hee.

She has also begun on the baby logic: if what she wants is rice puffs & freeze-dried strawberries (which she's allowed to have without a bib) and not the squash I'm trying to feed her, she will try to pull off her bib.

Relatedly, Trader Joe's freeze-dried strawberries are awesome. Slightly crunchy in that baby puff sort of way, contain nothing *but* strawberries, easy to handle & break into little bits if you need them, and they smell & taste like the platonic ideal of strawberry flavoring. They also produce a strawberry-scented baby, if you happen to have one. :)

I think there was something non-baby-related that I was going to talk about, but darned if I can remember what it is. I think I shall go refresh the airline flight status on grauwulf's plane, since every time I look it's made up a little more of its half-hour delay in the air. (This is the sort of week after which I'm wildly bemused by the fact that I can get a tracking graphic on a transcontinental flight from my home internet.)

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Have you tried the freeze-dried raspberries also? I am greatly fond.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

We have blueberries, and tried raspberries that my mother bought; both of them are fine, but the strawberries definitely take the day in this house.

[dragonvyxn.livejournal.com]

lucky! my little one wouldn't eat the puffs or the freeze dried berries. have you tried happy yogis? they're like freeze dried yogurt things... she hated them also. fortunately she loves beans which are reasonably portable and not hugely messy. i guess if you keep signing more, she'll probably get it eventually? i kept at it but then she started saying "more" so i quit. i have mostly given up on signing unless it's a complicated word since she's pretty talkative. puns in asl sound awesome. ha!