October 22nd, 2012

violet - incredibles

I killed a cockroach!

I have a terrible fear of cockroaches. The last time I saw one in Austin it was on my birthday several years ago and I started crying.

This morning I'm eating breakfast and I feel something on my toe. I look under the table and instead of a cat, I see a HUGE roach. I freak out and grab my breakfast off the table and try to eat it in the kitchen while keeping a eye on the monstrosity. The girl-cat starts to track/semi-pounce on it (what a good kitty!) but she's kind of nervous about it too. lordaerith is already at work and LP is asleep. I realize I have three options: I can wait and see if Natasha kills it, I can leave it in the house and pray it's gone when I get home this evening, or I can kill it myself. Since I'm not sure when LP will wake and the thought of a roach in my house all day really freaks me out, I go for idea three. I put on my sneakers in case it bolts, grab one of Aerith's sneakers, track it down (Natasha is still watching it), smash it with Aerith's sneaker and step on the sneaker with my sneaker for good measure. Bye-bye roach.

For anyone who knows me, you know this is a HUGE deal, because I don't think I've ever killed a large one before in my life. I usually just run screaming and make someone else do it (queencimmy was killing them for me when she was a little girl).

I haven't cleaned it up though. A brave warrior can only do so much. And my toe still feels gross/tingly.
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A somewhat general update

I have this problem when blogging where I feel like I “ought” to blog something or I’ll want to write about a specific topic or I’ll feel like I need to complete X before I can get to the post. And then the moment passes, but I still feel like I “owe” people/readers/the blog the post I haven’t done yet, so I don’t post because until I can post what I “owe” I shouldn’t post anything else. Well, I’ve decided that that’s dumb and I should just blog what I want when I want. So there.

The key-monster makes it hard to leave for daycare/work in the morning.

To that end, here’s a catch-up on a whole bunch of stuff that’s happened since my last post in July.

  • Darius and I bought a house in the suburbs. It’s huge and we love it. LP loves it too as do the cats. We’re very happy here (even if we’re still not unpacked)
  • I had to take a business trip away from LP and Darius for several days. Everyone survived. I came home with over 70oz of pumped milk.
  • To that end, we’ve been working on a slight bit of gentle night weaning, based on Jay Gordon’s method. This really deserves it’s own post, but in case I never get to it, it’s going okay… most nights.

Sound asleep

  • LP is still on the super tiny side of things (at his 15 month checkup he was 9% for height and 2% for weight)
  • He has 6 teeth (4 top and 2 bottom)
  • He’s becoming a bit of a picky eater, especially at home

Clam chowder is yummy

  • He has more words than I can count, still signs, and is picking up more every day
  • He’s really into any word that has a hard K sound at the end: snack, sock, clock, milk, book, and duck are favorites.

Overall I’m really really enjoying this age. He’s moving much better (almost running), climbing all over everything, loves to giggle and laugh and play. He talks a ton and babbles even more. Sometimes he says the word babble. He also just picks up new things so quickly. The other day I taught him to do the Tarzan beat chest and go “ahhhhh.” It’s hilarious.

And life in the suburbs has fallen into a routine of come home, nurse, make/eat dinner and then go outside and play with the neighbourhood kids, then bath and bed. We even got him his own scooter-bike to play on.

Which isn’t to say there aren’t problems. He still doesn’t eat a ton, especially at home. I think it’s partly because he doesn’t always get the healthiest food at daycare and partly because he always wants to nurse when we get home and dinner isn’t too far after that and then he’d rather nurse than eat most of the time on the weekend. I’m trying to not freak out about it. I know he’s growing and healthy and hitting all of his milestones (surpassing many) and since he doesn’t have molars yet it’s not like it’s super easy for him to eat everything, but I still worry. And of course, like all toddlers he is very fond of the word “no” and will occasionally “have big emotions.”

But overall he’s a total joy and makes his mommy and daddy very happy.

Originally published at my baby blog. Please leave any comments there.