Life Update
I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting and WAITNG for LJ to load. Over 24 hours of waiting! I finally decided to try a different browser since FB wasn’t going crazy with anti-LJ protests. Low and behold, LJ is alive and limping along without me. Firefox suddenly hates LJ and Pyramid Solataire, it seems.
So now a post! But what was I going to say?
Elsa is at such a fun stage in her development. She makes motherhood feel like I thought motherhood would feel like, if that makes any sense. She plays lots of pretend games, tries to tell stories “Pon time, fairy-princess-queen, dragon run roar! Da end!” She manipulates her little toys and makes them live out their little fairy queen fantasies. She examines my tongue with her flashlight. She is generally very happy and content. Her vocabulary has exploded and she almost always tells me exactly what she wants, when she wants it.
So, so different from her brother. He was such a fire ball and still doesn’t really like fiction or pretending (though he’ll give it a go if he can shoot, stab or slay someone). And forget about telling a story. Why would you want to LIE about something that’s NOT EVEN REAL? Gah! His only means of entertainment for years and years was running. He wasn’t happy unless he was running, usually away from me, though circles were ok if that was the only option. Just like a puppy chasing its tail.
Of course, the irony of his whole “hates pretend things” is the gusto with which he embraced Santa this year. The kid BELIEVED. I thought this might be the year he figured it out, but he scornfully looked down his nose at all deniers, because he knows it is real. He has evidence! How else would an elf come into our house and write things on our activity count down? And he KNOWS mom and dad never, ever would have gotten him a mini-tablet computer. Only Santa is that nice. I hope he can beleive one more year because it is so much more magical when the children believe. Elsa didn’t really get the whole idea this year. Maybe next year.
In other news, I had the worst two nightmares last night. I won’t recount them detail by detail. I can’t even remember all the details. The first one was so upsetting that I’ve been discombobulated all day and finally had to call Mike at work and have a chat. In the dream he randomly decided to divorce me. To add insult to injury he stole my van! It was awful. I’ve never been so happy to hear the alaram go off at dark o’thirty and break me out of that loop of horror.
I went back to sleep, only to have another nightmare about loss–this time we were homeless and someone had kidnapped the kids.
What’s up with all the crazy thoughts about loss? I don’t know, but I hope I don’t have another night like that. Maybe it was because I had an upset stomach. I don’t know what the deal is, but my belly has been acting crazy since Christmas day. I would have expected it on Christmas since we stuffed ourselves silly, but I was really careful about my food yesterday and my stomach was still rolling. I used an unfamiliar ingredient in the gravy (a spice called savory) and I wonder if I am allergic to it. That’s all I can think of. I have been eating left over gravy every day. Today I am going back to points counting and familiar food, so hopefully I will recover.
And now I have to go pick Erik up from Pump it Up Camp. He has been a video game zombie the last two days, so I was very glad to be able to send him for six hours of jumping. I just hope Elsa is awake. She’s been curling up and falling asleep around this time the past few days. She is recovering from a pretty nasty cold. It’s so weird to look over at her and realize she’s fast asleep with zero help or prompting on my part. Girl loves her sleep.