Hmmm
I wonder if it's possible to have the flu without having a fever. Other than the absence of a fever, the cold-thing we've all been fighting for the past two weeks feels exactly like the flu did last winter. There's just been zero fever. Not even a suggestion of a fever, which has made me discount the possibility... but I still wonder. It's a long time for a cold to be so predominant without any real sign of improvement. Of course, Gillian seems to confound me further by introducing vomiting to the picture, but she's always had an ultrasensitive gag reflex, so I think that she's just simply more prone to it. She's got zero appetite because of it, though, which means she has less ability to fight the whatever this is. Where's a magic wand when you need it?
The people that live in the rental across the street currently have a really loud, six-wheeled, diesel truck. They will start it and then it will just sit there, sometimes. Don't get me started on the environmental ramifications. Sometimes they do this relatively early, while we're still in bed. On Saturday morning around 6:30 am, I had bizarre dreams involving fleets of similar trucks. Some of them were raised, all of them were loud. Apparently in my dream, the neighbors were having a party and they told them to park in our yard. I was very upset, and told Sam to call the police. Now, I had been reading last week about eminent domain and property rights, so in my dream, Sam tells me that there's nothing we can do unless they leave the vehicles in place overnight, because of changes in the law. I got more and more angry and finally snapped, "Well, it may not be illegal, but it's definitely unneighborly!" The whole thing was bizarre.
Jacob just identified my icon. "That from Schoolhouse Rock! Schoolhouse Rock. Like on the tv."
I am trying to convince Sam that in addition to the Beco (which should be here any day!), we need a wrap. I mean, we have the Moby, but ha, that much stretchiness with Jacob's weight? That's been a laugh since five or six months. We have a water wrap, too, and a rebozo, but... yeah. I still don't get the diaper stash thing (though I'd like to get more wool whenever we have another one), but the carrier collection? Yeah, that I get...
The people that live in the rental across the street currently have a really loud, six-wheeled, diesel truck. They will start it and then it will just sit there, sometimes. Don't get me started on the environmental ramifications. Sometimes they do this relatively early, while we're still in bed. On Saturday morning around 6:30 am, I had bizarre dreams involving fleets of similar trucks. Some of them were raised, all of them were loud. Apparently in my dream, the neighbors were having a party and they told them to park in our yard. I was very upset, and told Sam to call the police. Now, I had been reading last week about eminent domain and property rights, so in my dream, Sam tells me that there's nothing we can do unless they leave the vehicles in place overnight, because of changes in the law. I got more and more angry and finally snapped, "Well, it may not be illegal, but it's definitely unneighborly!" The whole thing was bizarre.
Jacob just identified my icon. "That from Schoolhouse Rock! Schoolhouse Rock. Like on the tv."
I am trying to convince Sam that in addition to the Beco (which should be here any day!), we need a wrap. I mean, we have the Moby, but ha, that much stretchiness with Jacob's weight? That's been a laugh since five or six months. We have a water wrap, too, and a rebozo, but... yeah. I still don't get the diaper stash thing (though I'd like to get more wool whenever we have another one), but the carrier collection? Yeah, that I get...