(no subject)
May. 13th, 2003 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojPretty good day today. Drew some more with Justin, at his suggestion - he asked if we could play the "connect the dots" game again. And he went diaper-less for most of the day. We also made ice cream. As Justin put it, "We had a messy day today!! But it was good!"
Going to the Museum of Civilisation tomorrow with two other homeschooling families. Hopefully this will work out a little better than the Friday Drop-In that Wasn't. I know we're looking forward to it, hope the other families are too.
You know, it feels pretty good to be raising kids that get all happy and excited when you tell them they're going to a museum. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right as a parent.
Random conversations in our home: I come upstairs as Chris is combing Daniel's hair, and overhear
Daniel: I'm tired of all this disrespect. And I'm sorry if I sounded like I was disrespecting you, because that's not what I was doing. I was doing it at Justin, because he's the one giving me all the disrespect. And I'm not going to put up with that any more. I'm going to get some respect.
Chris: So that's why you were growling at him?
Daniel: Yes. And oh, and that's just the beginning!
Didn't hear the rest of it, as I had to creep back down the stairs to hide my giggling fit.
And from Justin: "You're a GOOD Mama! You are the BEST Mama!! Because you give me BATHS!!! I LOVE YOU MAMA!!!!!"
On the not-so-good front
Fibroid tumours are just no fun at all. Not only does mine mean that we will probably not have a third child, which we were planning on having some day, but... let's just say this time of the month is a real treat. I can fully understand why so many tribes set aside a special tent for women during the Time of the Moon. Because they didn't want the entire village to look like a slaughterhouse ::shudder::
Of course, I could get this fixed if we decided for sure that we don't want another child. But the obs guy told us there's still a possibility I could get pregnant, and if we remove the tumour, there won't be.
The timing sucks. We had always planned on having another child right about now, until we hit 'right about now' and hit a rather rough patch. Or rather, stopped being able to cope with the &%#$@ rough patch we've been coping with for the last several years. It would be nice to be able to put off trying for another child until things are more stable, but the obs guy let us know in no uncertain terms that if we want another child... it's gonna have to be now.
Anyway.
Midol? Is from the Gods.
Going to the Museum of Civilisation tomorrow with two other homeschooling families. Hopefully this will work out a little better than the Friday Drop-In that Wasn't. I know we're looking forward to it, hope the other families are too.
You know, it feels pretty good to be raising kids that get all happy and excited when you tell them they're going to a museum. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right as a parent.
Random conversations in our home: I come upstairs as Chris is combing Daniel's hair, and overhear
Daniel: I'm tired of all this disrespect. And I'm sorry if I sounded like I was disrespecting you, because that's not what I was doing. I was doing it at Justin, because he's the one giving me all the disrespect. And I'm not going to put up with that any more. I'm going to get some respect.
Chris: So that's why you were growling at him?
Daniel: Yes. And oh, and that's just the beginning!
Didn't hear the rest of it, as I had to creep back down the stairs to hide my giggling fit.
And from Justin: "You're a GOOD Mama! You are the BEST Mama!! Because you give me BATHS!!! I LOVE YOU MAMA!!!!!"
On the not-so-good front
Fibroid tumours are just no fun at all. Not only does mine mean that we will probably not have a third child, which we were planning on having some day, but... let's just say this time of the month is a real treat. I can fully understand why so many tribes set aside a special tent for women during the Time of the Moon. Because they didn't want the entire village to look like a slaughterhouse ::shudder::
Of course, I could get this fixed if we decided for sure that we don't want another child. But the obs guy told us there's still a possibility I could get pregnant, and if we remove the tumour, there won't be.
The timing sucks. We had always planned on having another child right about now, until we hit 'right about now' and hit a rather rough patch. Or rather, stopped being able to cope with the &%#$@ rough patch we've been coping with for the last several years. It would be nice to be able to put off trying for another child until things are more stable, but the obs guy let us know in no uncertain terms that if we want another child... it's gonna have to be now.
Anyway.
Midol? Is from the Gods.
