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dr_pretentiousSpending lots of time around infants is exhausting, even if you can't figure out later what you were doing that was so bloody hard. Who knew?
Well, okay, I knew, but it wasn't like actually knowing.
Today, because I was here and Kate could be left in my care, my sister was able to shower. Sing hosanna! And then, because Pru had been able to shower, it was possible for her to leave the house. Oh rapture! Once we left the house, it was possible to buy a week's worth of groceries, because there was one person to push the cart and another to push the stroller. The real rarity was that all these things happened before Zach got home from work. It was even possible to go across town and cook Dad's birthday dinner, though Kate got Fussy and needed to be brought home before the candles made it onto the cake.
You know how newborns can't hold their heads up, and you have to support their necks all the time or risk Terrible Spinal Injury? I think what makes newborns quite so exhausting is that anytime you pick them up, supporting the head is the highest priority. Whatever you thought was so important to do that you picked the kid up in the first place? You have to do that with your imaginary third and fourth hands, because the hands you actually have are completely occupied with the challenge of not breaking the baby's neck. How anybody copes with that while waking up every two hours for feeding is beyond me. It's astonishing any of us live to reach adulthood. It's astonishing our species ever made it past the first fluky generation with floppy-necked offspring. You want an argument against the Intelligent Design Pseudotheory? Try the total lack of muscle strength in the necks of human newborns.
Thanks to everyone who responded to my last post. So far, Kate seems to like the old Three Dog Night songs of my childhood. Jeremiah, bullfrog, etc. And how does the light shine in the halls of Shambala, anyway?
Well, okay, I knew, but it wasn't like actually knowing.
Today, because I was here and Kate could be left in my care, my sister was able to shower. Sing hosanna! And then, because Pru had been able to shower, it was possible for her to leave the house. Oh rapture! Once we left the house, it was possible to buy a week's worth of groceries, because there was one person to push the cart and another to push the stroller. The real rarity was that all these things happened before Zach got home from work. It was even possible to go across town and cook Dad's birthday dinner, though Kate got Fussy and needed to be brought home before the candles made it onto the cake.
You know how newborns can't hold their heads up, and you have to support their necks all the time or risk Terrible Spinal Injury? I think what makes newborns quite so exhausting is that anytime you pick them up, supporting the head is the highest priority. Whatever you thought was so important to do that you picked the kid up in the first place? You have to do that with your imaginary third and fourth hands, because the hands you actually have are completely occupied with the challenge of not breaking the baby's neck. How anybody copes with that while waking up every two hours for feeding is beyond me. It's astonishing any of us live to reach adulthood. It's astonishing our species ever made it past the first fluky generation with floppy-necked offspring. You want an argument against the Intelligent Design Pseudotheory? Try the total lack of muscle strength in the necks of human newborns.
Thanks to everyone who responded to my last post. So far, Kate seems to like the old Three Dog Night songs of my childhood. Jeremiah, bullfrog, etc. And how does the light shine in the halls of Shambala, anyway?
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Date: 2005-08-17 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-17 10:07 am (UTC)surprisingly well, actually. the sunless sea that runs to the nearby planned community casts this wonderful, shimmering aquamarine glow. i suspected bioluminescent plankton, but both the demon-lover and the damsel with the dulcimer were watching me, so i wasn't able to get a water sample.
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Date: 2005-08-18 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-18 12:35 pm (UTC)I have ordered this CD and it will be here soon; you will probably be able to hear this lullaby as soon as you and Dan have time to see me. : )
Voyage of the Moon
Donovan Leitch
THE MOON IS LIKE A BOAT MY LOVE, OF LEMON PEEL AFLOAT MY LOVE, AND WITH A SAIL OF GAUZE MY LOVE , SHE SEEMS TO SLIGHTLY PAUSE, UPON HER SILENT WAY ALL ON HER STARRY WAY
I SEE HER PEARLY DECKS MY LOVE SET IN WITH DIAMOND SPECKS MY LOVE, I SEE HER PEARLY MAST MY LOVE, FAR FROM HER SEA-SHELL PAST AND SOFTLY DOES SHE SWAY ALL ON HER STARRY WAY.
OF SILK THEY HAVE BEEN SPUN MY LOVE, HER ROPES THAT LIMPLY RUN MY LOVE, DOWN TO HER CARVED PROW, MY LOVE, DOWN TO HER MERMAID PROW, AND GENTLY DOES SHE SWAY ALL ON HER STARRY WAY
SHE SEEMS TO LINGER LONG MY LOVE AS IF SPELLED BY A SONG MY LOVE BUT NO SHE TARRIES NOT MY LOVE HER JOURNEY UNFORGOT SHE MAKES HER STARRY WAY SHE MAKES HER STARRY WAY
ALL IN THE SEA OF SKY MY LOVE, THE MOONSHIPS SAIL AND FLY MY LOVE, AND MANY ARE THEIR KIND MY LOVE, THO' ALL NEED BUT ONE WIND, TO MAKE THEIR STARRY WAYS, TO MAKE THEIR STARRY WAYS.
AND THERE WILL COME A TIME MY LOVE, O MAY IT BE IN MINE MY LOVE WHEN MEN WILL PROUDLY RISE MY LOVE AND FORGE TO SAIL THE SKIES, MOONSHIPS FROM ALL THE SPHERES, MOONSHIPS FROM ALL THE SPHERES
THE MEN BE BATHED IN LIGHT MY LOVE, THE WOMEN CLOTHED IN WHITE MY LOVE, ALL IN THAT WONDEROUS FLEET MY LOVE, AS EACH THE OTHER MEETS, WILL SMILE AND SOFLTY SING, WILL SMILE AND SOFTLY SING.
AND ON SOME DISTANT SAND MY LOVE, MOON SHIPS WILL GENTLY LAND MY LOVE, FAIR FOLK WILL MEET THEM THERE MY LOVE, WITH FLOWING GOLDEN HAIR, AND GREAT WILL BE THEIR JOY AND GREAT WILL BE THEIR JOY.
THE MOON IS LIKE ABOAT MY LOVE OF LEMON PEEL AFLOAT MY LOVE, AND WITH A SAIL OF GAUZE MY LOVE SHE SEEMS TO SLIGHTLY PAUSE ...
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:35 pm (UTC)I read these types of posts with evil delight...
"aaaaaaaahh... so *now* you will know..." I think sagely.
Add to all your new experiences any of the following -
cooking feast offering for 8-12 people
getting ready for circle - wash, dress, etc
juggling how to carry feast offering AND baby, diaper bag, stroller, etc to get to where circle is being held
(remember - no local family or pagan friendly sitter in this senario)
or how about *hosting* & running a study group
My daughter is *just now* coming into a maturity level where I know I can leave her unattended for several hours...
and people keep asking me "don't you want to have another one?"
are you frakin' nuts??