No more twist.
Dec. 26th, 2013 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateI am now old enough to run for president, though fortunately I'm not required to do so. (speaking of things I don't want to do with my life...)
My resolution for the next year is to clean the bathrooms more often. (No, really.) Though it's astonishing how much time an 8 o'clock bedtime and regular naptimes produces, so there's even the chance that I'll get back to writing someday. It's a nice theory.
We had exciting Christmas with 10-month-old, and are working out what we want for family traditions now that "go visit my parents for dinner" isn't what it used to be. We're thinking I shall cook breakfast & grauwulf shall make exciting feast-like dinner with roasting and stuffing things, and thus I continue to escape being responsible for Dealing With raw bird. (This is not the only reason.) The down side to baby gifting celebrations is that she's at that age where you need one or two good new toys, and then it feels unkind to pry her away from the thing you just gave her to make her open another present. And there is some... familial dissension regarding what makes a "good" gift for a kid, which led to the questionable moral choices between exchanging gifts for things we approve, or donating things we don't approve of to those who maybe can't afford to be so picky. (We went with the former, and then donated something we did approve of, but then there's the question about what do you say on the phone to the person who wants to know if the kid loved their [[seriously creepy singing battery-operated toy]].) Just adds a little bit of squick to the holiday season all round. And then the xylophone piano thing we picked out completely mystifies us by having mi and fa both sound mi, despite clear different paint jobs and apparent size discrepancies. All three adults present remain baffled by this one, but we entertained ourselves by building towers with the Megatherium's blocks & stacking toys as she wandered around and knocked them over and chewed on the yak column.
(B. elemenosqueeze! Weird animal blocks that look like they came out of a ruined temple in an Ursula Vernon comic... We have a thrift store assortment so far, bought last-minute after I minorly obsessed over the mouse column for a month & then went back & found them still there, but I ordered a new set as well.)
There were a host of other things I was going to talk about, but darned if I can remember what they were. Also, most of my large stack of library books are due tomorrow, so maybe I should go see if there are any I can finish before then. Or play the silly computer game my brother got/loaned me (ok, he got me all 3 Skylanders games, and how in the world he thinks someone raising an active 10-month-old is going to get around to playing all of them I don't know. The Megatherium quite reasonably hates it when I start concentrating on a video game when she's awake. But we have this undead lady who throws exploding skulls encased in purple light, and I can throw them at the creepy egotystical character, so what's not to love?)
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My resolution for the next year is to clean the bathrooms more often. (No, really.) Though it's astonishing how much time an 8 o'clock bedtime and regular naptimes produces, so there's even the chance that I'll get back to writing someday. It's a nice theory.
We had exciting Christmas with 10-month-old, and are working out what we want for family traditions now that "go visit my parents for dinner" isn't what it used to be. We're thinking I shall cook breakfast & grauwulf shall make exciting feast-like dinner with roasting and stuffing things, and thus I continue to escape being responsible for Dealing With raw bird. (This is not the only reason.) The down side to baby gifting celebrations is that she's at that age where you need one or two good new toys, and then it feels unkind to pry her away from the thing you just gave her to make her open another present. And there is some... familial dissension regarding what makes a "good" gift for a kid, which led to the questionable moral choices between exchanging gifts for things we approve, or donating things we don't approve of to those who maybe can't afford to be so picky. (We went with the former, and then donated something we did approve of, but then there's the question about what do you say on the phone to the person who wants to know if the kid loved their [[seriously creepy singing battery-operated toy]].) Just adds a little bit of squick to the holiday season all round. And then the xylophone piano thing we picked out completely mystifies us by having mi and fa both sound mi, despite clear different paint jobs and apparent size discrepancies. All three adults present remain baffled by this one, but we entertained ourselves by building towers with the Megatherium's blocks & stacking toys as she wandered around and knocked them over and chewed on the yak column.
(B. elemenosqueeze! Weird animal blocks that look like they came out of a ruined temple in an Ursula Vernon comic... We have a thrift store assortment so far, bought last-minute after I minorly obsessed over the mouse column for a month & then went back & found them still there, but I ordered a new set as well.)
There were a host of other things I was going to talk about, but darned if I can remember what they were. Also, most of my large stack of library books are due tomorrow, so maybe I should go see if there are any I can finish before then. Or play the silly computer game my brother got/loaned me (ok, he got me all 3 Skylanders games, and how in the world he thinks someone raising an active 10-month-old is going to get around to playing all of them I don't know. The Megatherium quite reasonably hates it when I start concentrating on a video game when she's awake. But we have this undead lady who throws exploding skulls encased in purple light, and I can throw them at the creepy egotystical character, so what's not to love?)
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