Small Things 8-18-13
1. Hen is sleeping again. So am I. Hallelujah.
It’s still not perfect. We’re dealing with a 3am or 4am or 5am wake-up every night, that needs a bit of soothing to get him back to sleep, but the 4:15am “I’m awake for the day and there’s nothing you can do about it” seems to be over. And we’re getting back on track with naps–ie: a 1.5 hour nap is awesome, a 4 hour nap, (or a 20 minute nap) not so much.
And the whining is easing up, though his latest fave is: “But Mommy, I just can’t keep the whininess out of my voice!” Said in a shrill, whiny voice, of course. Ugh. But it’s getting better–a new no-tolerance rule on my part (I will LEAVE the room, which is, of course, the worst thing ever for this mommy-attached kid!) as well as a bit more sleep-conferred reasonableness on his part. Life is getting better.
2. Is it wrong that I’m already getting excited for the winter so that I can plan next year’s garden? Yeah. I thought so.
3. Hen is 35 months old today. How the hell did that happen? He’s going to be three in a month, and I’ve only really gotten used to the concept of ‘toddler’. Hell, I still call him ‘my baby’ every so often and he is patently not a baby anymore.
4. Another doctor’s appointment tomorrow–hoping that we can lose the skin tag/tumor thing, so that full-body baths can resume. Also, swimming. Also, one more day at the beach before fall is here. Also, an end to sore elbows in general would be just plain awesome.
5. Last night I was awoken by the cat screaming outside. The Boy & I ran outside to see if we could find her, but we did fear the worst when she didn’t come to my call. There are coyotes in the area, and foxes. No kitty. I was a little afraid I was going to find her when Hen wanted to go outside first thing in the morning. But she came running over as soon as we came downstairs this morning, just fine after her night’s adventures. Anyone ever read Neil Gaiman’s book of short stories? It’s his best work as far as I’m concerned, and there’s one story in there about a black cat who battles a family’s bad luck, at risk of limb and life. An utterly haunting story, and one that came to mind when she came running up to be pet.
And yes, Mattie Catty got extra snuggles when that story came to mind.
Guardian of the House. Keeping us safe, and our rodent/bird/monster populations under control. Happy Cat.