Jul. 9th, 2002

*sigh*

Jul. 9th, 2002 01:40 am
siercia: (whiner)
I can't sleep tonight... just kept tossing and turning. I finally went downstairs so as not to keep Wiley awake. I tried to read, but I'm too restless for that. Too sleepy to stitch. I logged onto the computer in hopes of finding someone to talk to, but there's no one. I'm sitting here staring at the mindless nexus banter, knowing that none of these people are people I really want to talk to, but I'm there for lack of anything better to do. I wish Elaine still lived in CA. I could call her at 1:00 in the morning without being rude.

I just want someone to talk to, and there's no one. Bleah.

Mmmmm

Jul. 9th, 2002 11:46 am
siercia: (Vicki)
How can you not like a quiz that says you're your own idol? I mean really. I think I even answered the questions honestly =).

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siercia: (Mom)
Widget has been doing some nutty stuff lately.

First off, she's learned how to climb, and she loves it. She climbs up onto the sofa, onto the beds, the kitchen chairs, the dining room chairs, the coffee table, her toybox, the windows (no really). She cheers for herself, and is SO excited when she does it right. It gets funny when she can't do what she wants. Wiley's termed this "Widget goes Bazoo". It starts with clenched fists, and frustrated yells, and holding her arms up for us to just pick her up (Stage One) and proceeds to her lying on the floor screaming with her head on her arms and feet kicking wildly (Stage Four). Frequently, we don't go past Stage One, because a little more effort gets her to where she wants to be. And we don't usually pick her up when she's trying to do something we know she knows how to do. I figure that learning how to solve her own problems can't be a bad lesson for her. Stage Four usually ends when she finds her thumb and sucks on it for a few seconds, then get up to try again, or for a quick cuddle. Of course, all this climbing is from a child who is still not walking!

The other day, Wiley was sitting on a kitchen chair, and I sat down on his lap. Widget saw this, came over looking concerned, and crawled on my lap. Within a minute, she'd wiggled around so that she was on Wiley's lap between us, and about 30 seconds later she tried to push me off his lap. Heh.

She's started babbling at LOT. She's getting a few more words, even if she doesn't always understand how to use them properly. But she's talking all the time, it just sounds like she's speaking Chinese or something completely foreign. Lots of single syllables strung together into sentences, and sometimes she even seems to get angry when we don't understand what she's trying to say.

Yesterday, she pushed herself up to standing without hauling herself up on anything. She was crawl-walking on the lawn, and the next thing I knew, she was standing. Her feet were too far apart for her to do anything but stand there and clap, but she was pleased with herself. She still refuses to walk though. She will walk holding onto hands, but her balance is still really bad. If she's standing, and you move a step away and call to her, she just drops onto all fours and crawls the step to you. It's funny, but I'm starting to wonder if she's ever going to walk. I'm not worried yet, although it would be nice if she would start walking. She frequently wants to get down and explore in public places, and I'm not comfortable letting her crawl, while I think she'd be fine walking. She gets mad because I won't let her down, and she, of course, doesn't realize that woalking would let her do what she wants.
siercia: (oasis)
If you can't master the basics of how a rotary works, GET OFF THE ROADS! Turn your license in, trade your car for scrap, and learn to love walking.

Seriously. We're approaching the rotary, I see traffic on the rotary, and I yield to it. Like I'm supposed to. Like the big sign in front of me tells me to. Like EVERY sign at EVERY rotary in this land of god-forsaken traffic tells you to do.

Dickhead nearly rear-ends me because he wasn't paying attention, lays on his horn and makes obscene gestures at me. THEN when we got through the rotary, and pull up to the light, he starts haranguing the guys in the other car for being so stupid and just pulling out in front of us. Ummmmm, HELLO? Is there anyone actually at home in that brain?

I did, however, have fun driving *just* slowly enough the rest of the time he was behind me that he couldn't get around me, but not going nearly as fast as he wanted. hee hee hee

Ugh. I swear, if anything were going to sour me on living in/near Boston, the drivers are at the top of that list. Moron.

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