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the_rckScott is still sick. He's had a cold since early February, before Valentine's day. He's had to cancel three sessions of his biweekly Traveller game because of it (admittedly, today's session would have been canceled anyway because two of the players were unable to attend. When there are only four players, two people gone is a lot). I also canceled the Amber session I was going to run last night. Scott could hardly talk at all, and another player was also sick.
I'm feeling a bit worn ragged over this. Delia really doesn't understand at all why her daddy isn't as energetic as usual (though given how long it's been going on, maybe she's starting to think it *is* normal). She's also starting to experiment with screaming and crying when her wants are denied-- When we won't turn on the TV or let her pound on the computer in the study or give her the specific food she wants RIGHT NOW. We've discovered that she quiets faster if we don't even look at her while she's fussing like that. She apparently takes any attention as encouragement.
The last several days, Delia's been running back and forth across the living room while shouting parts of the Sesame Street theme song. It took a couple of repetitions before we realized what it was, but then we sang along a bit. She's also started singing the Delia Song on her own. She's very pleased when we participate too, but it's no longer necessary for her.
I've had to start gating off the kitchen and dining room again. Delia's figured out how to move the chairs in the kitchen so that she can use them to climb on things. The dining room table is a favorite because there're so many interesting things up on it. The table's sturdy. She could walk on it without damaging it, but I don't think she can get herself down safely. Plus, there's a dangling light fixture over the table. It hangs so low that, without the table there, I could bang my head on it, and I'm only 5'2".
It's amazing how fast she can get into trouble. The minute or two it takes me to visit the bathroom is an eternity for mischief. Climbing on the table takes seconds. I worry about her getting herself into real trouble. I suppose that worry is part of parenthood.
Delia's developed a fascination with cameras that makes it hard to take her picture. She gets in as close as she can and tries to fiddle with the pieces. Scott keeps trying to tape her running back and forth, but she stops as soon as she sees the camera. She's particularly fascinated by the images that show on the screen. She doesn't recognize herself yet (though she does recognize us). She keeps saying, "Baby. Baby. Baby." (We've noticed that anyone who's not obviously an adult gets labeled as a 'baby' when she sees them. It's kind of funny sometimes, hearing her talk about children bigger than she is as babies.)
I've gotten some of the measurements done in the kitchen. We've run into a couple of hitches, though. The cupboard doors Mom was looking at are European style, and our cupboards our American style. The difference is , if I understand correctly, that European doors attach to the cupboard wall while American cupboards have an external facing where the hinges attach. This means I have to remeasure what I already did because Mom needs something different than what she originally asked for. Scott's been too ill to help me, so I haven't gotten very far yet.
I'm feeling a bit worn ragged over this. Delia really doesn't understand at all why her daddy isn't as energetic as usual (though given how long it's been going on, maybe she's starting to think it *is* normal). She's also starting to experiment with screaming and crying when her wants are denied-- When we won't turn on the TV or let her pound on the computer in the study or give her the specific food she wants RIGHT NOW. We've discovered that she quiets faster if we don't even look at her while she's fussing like that. She apparently takes any attention as encouragement.
The last several days, Delia's been running back and forth across the living room while shouting parts of the Sesame Street theme song. It took a couple of repetitions before we realized what it was, but then we sang along a bit. She's also started singing the Delia Song on her own. She's very pleased when we participate too, but it's no longer necessary for her.
I've had to start gating off the kitchen and dining room again. Delia's figured out how to move the chairs in the kitchen so that she can use them to climb on things. The dining room table is a favorite because there're so many interesting things up on it. The table's sturdy. She could walk on it without damaging it, but I don't think she can get herself down safely. Plus, there's a dangling light fixture over the table. It hangs so low that, without the table there, I could bang my head on it, and I'm only 5'2".
It's amazing how fast she can get into trouble. The minute or two it takes me to visit the bathroom is an eternity for mischief. Climbing on the table takes seconds. I worry about her getting herself into real trouble. I suppose that worry is part of parenthood.
Delia's developed a fascination with cameras that makes it hard to take her picture. She gets in as close as she can and tries to fiddle with the pieces. Scott keeps trying to tape her running back and forth, but she stops as soon as she sees the camera. She's particularly fascinated by the images that show on the screen. She doesn't recognize herself yet (though she does recognize us). She keeps saying, "Baby. Baby. Baby." (We've noticed that anyone who's not obviously an adult gets labeled as a 'baby' when she sees them. It's kind of funny sometimes, hearing her talk about children bigger than she is as babies.)
I've gotten some of the measurements done in the kitchen. We've run into a couple of hitches, though. The cupboard doors Mom was looking at are European style, and our cupboards our American style. The difference is , if I understand correctly, that European doors attach to the cupboard wall while American cupboards have an external facing where the hinges attach. This means I have to remeasure what I already did because Mom needs something different than what she originally asked for. Scott's been too ill to help me, so I haven't gotten very far yet.
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Date: 2005-03-14 04:42 pm (UTC)When you consider how quickly kids can get into real trouble, it's amazing that any of us did survive into adulthood after all...
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Date: 2005-03-14 08:24 pm (UTC)I wonder about that sometimes. And watching Delia reminds me of both how incredibly tough *and* incredibly delicate human beings are. We can survive so much, but very little things can make our bodies stop working. ::shakes head::