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Delia came back from Scott's parents' place early. She cried herself sick on Monday night and, on Tuesday, insisted on coming home. I hope she does better later in the summer when she visits her cousins. It may be that having her cousins around at bedtime for talking and so on will help.

She cried a lot Tuesday night, too. She was so afraid that she wouldn't sleep (or so she said) that she cried. We're at the point of having to let her cry. We can't stay by her side until she falls asleep. We can't let her sleep in our bed. We can't let her stay up all night. Falling asleep is something she has to do herself. We hug her and turn on her CD (Rootabaga Stories for now, but sometimes Little House in the Big Woods or Little House on the Prairie). We go in for additional hugs or to refill her water bottle. We go in, probably, too often. She sometimes calls for us three or four times.

Scott had taken Wednesday off. As a Christmas present, he'd promised me a day just for me, and I wanted to collect. He also viewed it as a chance to make up for my birthday. Unfortunately, having Delia around changed everything. All of the restaurant choices had to be places where she'd find food, and she's quite conservative that way. She'll try anything, but she doesn't like most of it. We accept the dislike as long as she tries it, but the whole tendency makes new restaurants difficult.

We started the day with pancakes. Those were mostly so that I'd have something to feed Cordelia for breakfast for the rest of the week. Normally, I make muffins for her on Sunday, six muffins to last through the following Saturday. This week, I expected her to be away, so I didn't make muffins. I could have done it mid-week, but I'm just as happy not to. I don't know what we'd do with the extra muffins.

After that, Scott drove me to the dentist. That was a quick in and out thing-- The new filling I got last week was a bit too big. I couldn't floss without getting the floss stuck between those teeth. The dentist used and diamond dust strip to file down the filling until I could floss with reasonable ease. I was done in fifteen minutes.

That left us with half an hour until the bubble tea place opened. We decided to wait rather than coming back later. We walked up and down a couple of blocks of North University. When 11:00 rolled around, we went into Middle Earth because Delia was intrigued by what she saw in the windows. Getting her out of there again took some doing. She desperately wanted us to buy her something, anything. After that, we got bubble tea and went home.

There was just enough time to finish the bubble tea (I tend to play with the bubbles and prolong the whole thing beyond what Delia likes) before lunch. We ended up going to Totoro. I originally wanted to go to Cafe Marie, but Delia was dead set against it. As it turned out, I should have insisted. She disliked both her meal and Scott's at Totoro and so ate hardly anything. The only thing she liked was the rice and the tempura shrimp. At least, at Cafe Marie, there'd have been things on the menu that we know she'll eat.

By this point, Delia was agitating to be taken either to the Chelsea Tree House or to the Hands On Museum. I thought the Finishathon deadline was today (it's tomorrow), so I asked Scott to get Delia out of the house for a couple of hours. If she hadn't been around, I probably wouldn't have given time to the fic. At any rate, Scott and Delia went out, and I finished the fic. I hadn't expected to. I'd thought that I'd end up defaulting.

For dinner, we tried a new restaurant. I can't remember the name of it. It's one of those places where each diner puts together a bunch of ingredients-- rice or noodles, an assortment of vegetables, meat or meat substitute-- and has it grilled by a cook right there. They had markers one could put on one's dish to indicate that one had allergies. In that case, they cooked the food in a separate wok rather than on the communal griddle.

Delia ate maybe a third of her meal. She didn't like it much. It's a pity because this would be a good place to go with Scott's parents (they're eating low carb, and Scott's mother has problems with gluten). I don't know if we'll go again, given Delia.

On the way home, we stopped at Bush's and got a cheese cake sampler for me and Scott and a little chocolate cake for Delia. After we'd had dessert, we started the long process of getting Delia to sleep. She was still awake when Scott and I went to bed, but at least she didn't cry as much as she had Tuesday night.

There are things I'd have liked to do yesterday that I didn't get to do. I'd have liked to go to a bookstore, but I couldn't face doing it with Delia. I also really want the long massage that Scott has promised me (if Delia hadn't been around, that would have happened during the time I used for fic writing and posting). I don't know when I'll get that massage. Delia isn't about to let us spend an hour or so doing something that doesn't include her.

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Delia came back from Scott's parents' place early. She cried herself sick on Monday night and, on Tuesday, insisted on coming home. I hope she does better later in the summer when she visits her cousins. It may be that having her cousins around at bedtime for talking and so on will help.

She cried a lot Tuesday night, too. She was so afraid that she wouldn't sleep (or so she said) that she cried. We're at the point of having to let her cry. We can't stay by her side until she falls asleep. We can't let her sleep in our bed. We can't let her stay up all night. Falling asleep is something she has to do herself. We hug her and turn on her CD (Rootabaga Stories for now, but sometimes Little House in the Big Woods or Little House on the Prairie). We go in for additional hugs or to refill her water bottle. We go in, probably, too often. She sometimes calls for us three or four times.

Scott had taken Wednesday off. As a Christmas present, he'd promised me a day just for me, and I wanted to collect. He also viewed it as a chance to make up for my birthday. Unfortunately, having Delia around changed everything. All of the restaurant choices had to be places where she'd find food, and she's quite conservative that way. She'll try anything, but she doesn't like most of it. We accept the dislike as long as she tries it, but the whole tendency makes new restaurants difficult.

We started the day with pancakes. Those were mostly so that I'd have something to feed Cordelia for breakfast for the rest of the week. Normally, I make muffins for her on Sunday, six muffins to last through the following Saturday. This week, I expected her to be away, so I didn't make muffins. I could have done it mid-week, but I'm just as happy not to. I don't know what we'd do with the extra muffins.

After that, Scott drove me to the dentist. That was a quick in and out thing-- The new filling I got last week was a bit too big. I couldn't floss without getting the floss stuck between those teeth. The dentist used and diamond dust strip to file down the filling until I could floss with reasonable ease. I was done in fifteen minutes.

That left us with half an hour until the bubble tea place opened. We decided to wait rather than coming back later. We walked up and down a couple of blocks of North University. When 11:00 rolled around, we went into Middle Earth because Delia was intrigued by what she saw in the windows. Getting her out of there again took some doing. She desperately wanted us to buy her something, anything. After that, we got bubble tea and went home.

There was just enough time to finish the bubble tea (I tend to play with the bubbles and prolong the whole thing beyond what Delia likes) before lunch. We ended up going to Totoro. I originally wanted to go to Cafe Marie, but Delia was dead set against it. As it turned out, I should have insisted. She disliked both her meal and Scott's at Totoro and so ate hardly anything. The only thing she liked was the rice and the tempura shrimp. At least, at Cafe Marie, there'd have been things on the menu that we know she'll eat.

By this point, Delia was agitating to be taken either to the Chelsea Tree House or to the Hands On Museum. I thought the Finishathon deadline was today (it's tomorrow), so I asked Scott to get Delia out of the house for a couple of hours. If she hadn't been around, I probably wouldn't have given time to the fic. At any rate, Scott and Delia went out, and I finished the fic. I hadn't expected to. I'd thought that I'd end up defaulting.

For dinner, we tried a new restaurant. I can't remember the name of it. It's one of those places where each diner puts together a bunch of ingredients-- rice or noodles, an assortment of vegetables, meat or meat substitute-- and has it grilled by a cook right there. They had markers one could put on one's dish to indicate that one had allergies. In that case, they cooked the food in a separate wok rather than on the communal griddle.

Delia ate maybe a third of her meal. She didn't like it much. It's a pity because this would be a good place to go with Scott's parents (they're eating low carb, and Scott's mother has problems with gluten). I don't know if we'll go again, given Delia.

On the way home, we stopped at Bush's and got a cheese cake sampler for me and Scott and a little chocolate cake for Delia. After we'd had dessert, we started the long process of getting Delia to sleep. She was still awake when Scott and I went to bed, but at least she didn't cry as much as she had Tuesday night.

There are things I'd have liked to do yesterday that I didn't get to do. I'd have liked to go to a bookstore, but I couldn't face doing it with Delia. I also really want the long massage that Scott has promised me (if Delia hadn't been around, that would have happened during the time I used for fic writing and posting). I don't know when I'll get that massage. Delia isn't about to let us spend an hour or so doing something that doesn't include her.