So first of all, yay for a majority government, and congrats to Lawrence Toet for the Conservative win in an NDP zone last night! I’m sure he’ll do great. (Also yay that my husband will go take down signs and then be done with it for the next four years, hahaHA!)
Second. So, last night I was tired, and Nicole was in bed, and Chris was watching voting, and Olivia was :D !!!!! but tired, so I thought to myself, “I shall go lie me down with this wee babe, and I shall nurse her, and she shall cuddle with me and we shall drowse off together, and it shall be lovely.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HA. No.
Have I even MET Olivia?
So I feed her and then spend the next 45 minutes trying to defend my face, if nothing else. The girl was acting like a kitten on nip. Or speed. Something like this:
“EEEEE SO EXCITED LOOK AN EYE. LOOK SOME HAIR. FACE. MOUTH. NOSE. BITE IT! I WILL BITE IT! NO! YES! GRAB! WAIT IS THAT A HAND OVER THERE?! YES! MINE! KICK KICK KICK! EEE BLANKETS! WRESTLEWRESTLE! FLAIL! WIGGLE! EEE AIR! WRESTLEWRESTLE!
EEE SO EXCITED LOOK AN EYE!”
Aaaand rinse and repeat. Seriously, just wow. I eventually sent my hubby a BBM (like chat for Blackberries, fyi. Yup, we chat from opposite ends of the house, lame.)
Chris: Are you ok?
Laura: I’m being attacked.
Laura: Possibly by a bear.
(note: This is Nicole’s current explanation for EVERYTHING. A bear did it. It got out its cage and came to our house and emptied her pencil sharpener all over the floor and then it ran away)
Laura: No, seriously, can you come get it and jiggle it while you watch the voting?
Chris: (inappropriate suggestion)
And then he came and got her and she wiggled like mad so he gave up and put her in her bed and two seconds later she passed out and didn’t wake up for another seven hours. The moral of the story is, cosleeping my ash.
(disclaimer: don’t egg my house, crunchy mamas. We totally coslept with Nicole for a few months at one point. I have nothing against cosleeping, done carefully and alcohol-free)
I also spent that time coming up with a chart in my head. One column read OLIVIA and the other read KITTEN. In the end everything in the kitten chart also applied to Olivia, except for “will eat me if I die,” so I mean I’ll take Olivia > kitten.
THIRDLY, I am sorry about the crochet bootcamp delay for a week there, I couldn’t find my mini tripod. But it was behind my flute for some reason! (I can’t imagine why, I would understand if it was on top of or in front of my flute, as it’s never pulled out, but behind??) So I will get a video up in the next 24 hours hopefully that goes over double crochet, half double crochet, and treble or triple crochet. I also found a reaaaaaally old McCalls needlework book that agrees with me that crochet is easy and awesome and also that it is all basically the one stitch done a variety different ways.
And fourthly, a pox upon you and your household. Oh, wait, no. A pox upon me and MY household. Nicole, specifically. That’s right, the chicken pox fairy popped by and left us a present! Despite that, I may possibly get something done today yet. I’m planning on putting earrings in the store today, even if I have to take pictures instead of eating and do uploads instead of sleeping. I can sleep next week. DEADLINES, people. I thrive on them. (If by thrive you mean ‘caffiene and sleep deprivation and wild-eyed victory’)
edited to add: FIFTH: for those of you who don’t follow me on facebook and thusly haven’t heard, Olivia started full-out crawling on Sunday at 5.5months old. It was at my mom and dads house, in front of the whole family. She’d been schlepping around in her usual scooty fashion and then my dad walked in and she picked herself up and crawled across the room to beg him to pick her up. The moral of THIS story is
stay away from the grandparents or bad things like crawling infants will happen to you. everybody loves grandma and grandpa.