Mike and I have each been fighting a cold/cough for the past few days. He had his Night In The Garden the night before last and seems to be on the mend. I'm neither better nor worse, just sort of the same, but my sleep is really very odd. Last night I sort of hovered between asleep and awake and my brain got caught in Dr. Norrell and Johnathan Strange. I read that book for the first time when it came out and then again late last year. Its been touted as sort of a Harry Potter for adults and maybe it is, but what I can say is that it's one of the most well written books I've ever read. Its so well written that you don't realize its haunting you until 4 in the morning when you're convinced that the baby is really too good to be a real baby and is probably a changeling and may not even be in his crib, someone probably took him away to behind the mirror or under the river and you really should check but you can't wake up and what good would it do anyway? Its just so distressing to know he'll be in that horrible place where ladies wear dresses covered in mouths and music is just bells chiming over and over again.
Note: this state was arrived at without the benefit of Nyquil.
On a similar note, our TV gets two channels and we were sort of geeked for the new episode of Medium. Now that I have a kid, tho, I can't take the weird child murder plotlines. Hell, I'm still trying to pull myself out of book I read in October--enough with the creepy doll stuff!
On a welcomely dissimilar note, our bib problems are solved thanks to Ebay! A lot of 18 handmade chenille backed boy-specific bibs are on their way. I don't know why good bibs are so hard to find but I'm doing the butt dance of victory: Jen 1; Bibs 0.
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It was so easy when you just needed those little drool bibs. But now, there are carrots and sweet potatoes and horror of horrors (what was I thinking) blueberries. You need serious bib action to fight those...
I, too, can no longer handle any plot lines in books or movies that involve any sort of murder, baby-related or other. Are we going soft? Are we gone soft? This from the woman, who, for most of her adult life voraciously read anything to do with genocide, mass murders, or imprisonment of millions of people. WWII? Bring it on! Rawanda? No problem! ... About the most troubling plot line I can handle now is Britney Spears's free fall into madness. And, unfortunately, that's not really a "plot line."
Why not just use Fantastik and some steel wool?
On Mike's hair, I mean.
XOG
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