The Queen's Rambles

Holy Moses, is it ever raining out. We went to Toys R Us for some special Erik/Mommy time and I felt like I gained 30 pounds just from the water that got soaked into my jacket.

Like a fool, I bought Erik a rock tumbler. I always wanted one when I was a kid but somehow Santa never saw fit to put one under the tree. Maybe Santa knew something I didn’t.

Erik has been driving me nuts about the “crystals” in our backyard and how rich we are and how we have crystals and oh yeah, did I mention there are crystals? In our backyard? Crystals!

I think if I hear the word crystals one more time I may cut my ears off.

I thought a rock tumbler would focus his attention in a way that didn’t have his tongue wagging in my ear, but the silly thing takes time. It says you put the rocks in, then tumble them for four days, then clean them, then tumble them for four days and on and on for days and days. This does not sound very exciting for a five year old.

Also, apparently it is really loud so you are supposed to put it somewhere that it won’t disturb people. Once you start you can’t turn it off or it will turn into cement.

This all sounds so lovely.

Instead, I have Erik downstairs watching some show about a talking dog. I hope the dog doesn’t die at the end. I was trying to find him animal movies on Netflix, but I couldn’t remember which ones ended badly and which were ok. If I were a super good mommy I would probably look that up on Google, but I just thought of it so it’s too late now.

In other news, thank you all so much for the advice about Elsa. I have tried just about everything that you guys and my FB friends have suggested. I thought for sure chocolate syrup would be the key to the meds going down the hatch (it’s just over-the-counter ibprofin so I can’t get it flavored. We’ve tried every flavor available), but no. In the end yogurt worked! She doesn’t like baby yogurt, but she loves to try to eat my yogurt (probably has way too much sugar in it), so we mixed some up and it seemed to soothe her throat. I’m pretty sure she has a sore throat.

I have given her tepid baths and that seems to help a little, even though I keep picturing Laura giving Almanzo an ice bath in that hotel bathtub (weren’t they in the city for that episode?). I also tried a cool rag on her forehead but she HATED that.

I just hope the yogurt trick keeps working and we can give her some comfort. My complaints about running out of milk are moot at this point. She is not drinking (I’m somewhat worried about dehydration), so it feels like I’m carrying around two bags of boulders. Erik came and sat on my lap and was smashing one of my boobs. When he got up I thought he had peed on me, but it was just milk every where. Isn’t that a lovely image?

I almost have a quilt top made! I think I’m out of batting so I’ll have to put in an order and then maybe I can finish it up next weekend. I even have enough fabric left to make my friend a quilt in a similar style. Would that be weird? We didn’t really hang out pre-Elsa so she never got Elsa anything (she’s in my MOMS Club and we don’t generally get people baby gifts or we’d all be broke), but now we’ve been hanging out a lot and I want to do something nice for her and her baby. She’s an artistic person who has a very successful shop on Etsy so I know she would appreciate a handmade gift. Weird or no?

And with that, I guess I better go and actually work on that quilt and make sure I know what the batting situation is. I found fusible bamboo quilt batting online and am rather intrigued. I only use fusible batting, by the way. I refuse to pin.