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the_rckThis is going to be a mishmash of an entry. I've got a lot of random little things to write down.
It appears that peaches are another food Delia can't handle. We're not absolutely sure, but we're putting them into the category of things to try again when we have a larger common vocabulary. She seems to like the taste, but each time we tried them (several times over about three days), she'd start screaming after about four spoonfuls. She'd still want to eat more, but the crying wouldn't stop until she had something else to eat or drink. My theory is that the peaches made her mouth burn or itch after the first few mouthfuls. I have a similar problem with kiwi fruit. It's not bad enough for me to avoid them altogether, just enough to make it stupid for me to eat a whole kiwi.
I was astonished to discover that Scott had no notion of fax etiquette. Well, on reflection, I wasn't surprised-- He's never had a job that involved using a fax-- but I hadn't thought about it before. Basically, my sister-in-law, the surgery resident, wanted to see the report from my endoscopy. Since we weren't sure which method would actually work, we decided to scan it and e-mail it *and* fax it to her lab. After Scott had done it, I asked him about the cover sheet. He looked at me with utter puzzlement. Sigh... So my endoscopy report went to my sister-in-law's lab with nothing attached to say that it was for her or how many pages were involved or who it was from. Hopefully, she got it anyway, but we sent it Tuesday night, and yesterday she went in to have labor induced (According to her obstetrician, she was due Dec. 31st. According to her, she was due Jan. 7th).
Scott commented after watching Teletubbies with Delia that he had a very weird moment when the show started. The first line is always something like "Over the hills and far away, Teletubbies come to play." Scott had a Sharpe's Rifles flash and thought about those characters marching through the Teletubbie countryside. When he told me that, I had a vision of that combined with the notion of the place being the Village from The Prisoner... Strange, strange thought.
I've been reading Garth Nix's Mister Monday. It reminds me a bit of Diana Wynne Jones' A Tale of Time City but not exactly. Nix at his lightest is about equivalent to Jones at her darkest. I think it may be that both of them go in odd directions from reality without leaving their readers behind. Nix tends more toward the epic in scale, while Jones has more humor. I don't know... One definitely reminds me of the other.
Delia has started to grab her board books as chew toys. I want to discourage this-- The board books will survive some of that sort of abuse, but we've got a lot of normal books. Also, even the board books disintegrate when gnawed. I don't think cardboard is a recommended part of a baby's diet...
I watched some Witch Hunter Robin yesterday. Basically, I was catching up on what I missed at last week's anime theater session. I didn't make it to that because the guy who normally gives me a ride got stuck in a meeting an hour and a half away and had forgotten to take his cell phone with him. I still rather peeved about it because I could have gotten there if I'd had a couple of hours' notice. Seeing the episodes was important because we expect to finish the series tonight. I'd have been utterly lost.
Last night, Delia got me up at 2:30 and then refused to go back to sleep until after 4:00. I tried putting her back down three times, only to get inconsolable screaming. I even tried lying down with her (which calmed her but didn't persuade her to sleep) Scott finally had to get up and bounce her to help her get rid of gas. When it was time for him to get up at 5:00, he very kindly crept out of bed without allowing his alarm to go off. I was grateful because the normal morning routine of his alarm takes about 15 minutes. I'm still running at a higher sleep deficit than normal because Delia got up at her normal time. Sigh...
I bought some books from Edward R. Hamilton. They do mail order stuff with remaindered books. Many times, they offer hardcovers for less than the paperback edition. Of course, the selection's pretty hit or miss. I'm not generally inclined to wait and hope that they'll get something I really want to read. This time, I ordered 12 books and got 11 and a refund for the 12th. Sadly, the one that was out of stock was the one I wanted most. Isn't that always the way? Most of what I ordered was stuff I'd already read but didn't own, but I did manage one duplicate. I thought that I had a paperback copy of Diana Wynne Jones' The Crown of Dalemark, and they had the hardcover for $2. Well, I already have the hardcover, and now I have two copies. Oh, well... I'm sure I'll find somebody to give it to.
It appears that peaches are another food Delia can't handle. We're not absolutely sure, but we're putting them into the category of things to try again when we have a larger common vocabulary. She seems to like the taste, but each time we tried them (several times over about three days), she'd start screaming after about four spoonfuls. She'd still want to eat more, but the crying wouldn't stop until she had something else to eat or drink. My theory is that the peaches made her mouth burn or itch after the first few mouthfuls. I have a similar problem with kiwi fruit. It's not bad enough for me to avoid them altogether, just enough to make it stupid for me to eat a whole kiwi.
I was astonished to discover that Scott had no notion of fax etiquette. Well, on reflection, I wasn't surprised-- He's never had a job that involved using a fax-- but I hadn't thought about it before. Basically, my sister-in-law, the surgery resident, wanted to see the report from my endoscopy. Since we weren't sure which method would actually work, we decided to scan it and e-mail it *and* fax it to her lab. After Scott had done it, I asked him about the cover sheet. He looked at me with utter puzzlement. Sigh... So my endoscopy report went to my sister-in-law's lab with nothing attached to say that it was for her or how many pages were involved or who it was from. Hopefully, she got it anyway, but we sent it Tuesday night, and yesterday she went in to have labor induced (According to her obstetrician, she was due Dec. 31st. According to her, she was due Jan. 7th).
Scott commented after watching Teletubbies with Delia that he had a very weird moment when the show started. The first line is always something like "Over the hills and far away, Teletubbies come to play." Scott had a Sharpe's Rifles flash and thought about those characters marching through the Teletubbie countryside. When he told me that, I had a vision of that combined with the notion of the place being the Village from The Prisoner... Strange, strange thought.
I've been reading Garth Nix's Mister Monday. It reminds me a bit of Diana Wynne Jones' A Tale of Time City but not exactly. Nix at his lightest is about equivalent to Jones at her darkest. I think it may be that both of them go in odd directions from reality without leaving their readers behind. Nix tends more toward the epic in scale, while Jones has more humor. I don't know... One definitely reminds me of the other.
Delia has started to grab her board books as chew toys. I want to discourage this-- The board books will survive some of that sort of abuse, but we've got a lot of normal books. Also, even the board books disintegrate when gnawed. I don't think cardboard is a recommended part of a baby's diet...
I watched some Witch Hunter Robin yesterday. Basically, I was catching up on what I missed at last week's anime theater session. I didn't make it to that because the guy who normally gives me a ride got stuck in a meeting an hour and a half away and had forgotten to take his cell phone with him. I still rather peeved about it because I could have gotten there if I'd had a couple of hours' notice. Seeing the episodes was important because we expect to finish the series tonight. I'd have been utterly lost.
Last night, Delia got me up at 2:30 and then refused to go back to sleep until after 4:00. I tried putting her back down three times, only to get inconsolable screaming. I even tried lying down with her (which calmed her but didn't persuade her to sleep) Scott finally had to get up and bounce her to help her get rid of gas. When it was time for him to get up at 5:00, he very kindly crept out of bed without allowing his alarm to go off. I was grateful because the normal morning routine of his alarm takes about 15 minutes. I'm still running at a higher sleep deficit than normal because Delia got up at her normal time. Sigh...
I bought some books from Edward R. Hamilton. They do mail order stuff with remaindered books. Many times, they offer hardcovers for less than the paperback edition. Of course, the selection's pretty hit or miss. I'm not generally inclined to wait and hope that they'll get something I really want to read. This time, I ordered 12 books and got 11 and a refund for the 12th. Sadly, the one that was out of stock was the one I wanted most. Isn't that always the way? Most of what I ordered was stuff I'd already read but didn't own, but I did manage one duplicate. I thought that I had a paperback copy of Diana Wynne Jones' The Crown of Dalemark, and they had the hardcover for $2. Well, I already have the hardcover, and now I have two copies. Oh, well... I'm sure I'll find somebody to give it to.
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:30 am (UTC)