Sleestack Sleepsack By The Seashore
Dec. 29th, 2007 08:33 pmWe're adapting pretty well to parenthood, though the sleep deprivation makes us mishear one another much more often than before. Sometimes we get into little bickers over confusing bits of phrasing before we realize we're already in violent agreement. Other times, the misunderstanding is so obvious it's hard to argue.
DAN:
I'm going upstairs to put the baby in the sleepsack now.
ME:
What? You're going to feed the baby to the Sleestack?
DAN:
I'm going upstairs to put the baby in the sleepsack now.
ME:
What? You're going to feed the baby to the Sleestack?
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Date: 2007-12-30 03:00 am (UTC)we think of you all every day.
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:47 am (UTC)(They're so much more comfortable in dark basements.)
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Date: 2007-12-30 01:41 pm (UTC)A few years ago, Phil was on a job in Quebec. He had a question about some aspect of the wiring, and asked the engineers from the company for clarification. They immediately devolved into two factions.
FACTION 1: The power leads must be painted red!
FACTION 2: No, you madmen! The negative wires must be black!
This went on for an hour before the factions realized they were making the same point. Phil attributes this behaviour to the educational system in Quebec; he claims that for most Quebec-ers above a certain age, French is a second language that they're using for identity and pride, not because they actually speak it well. Hence -- "arguing in French."
Related story: my sister-in-law, Victoria, was amazingly fluent in Parisian French. She served as a dual-language secretary to the French delegation to the UN. Once upon a time, she decided to vacation in Quebec. When she went to check in at the hotel, she addressed the man behind the counter in English.
He answered her in Quebecois.
She answered that in Parisian French.
And he answered that in English.
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Date: 2007-12-30 02:53 pm (UTC)on a routine expedition...
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Date: 2007-12-30 04:18 pm (UTC)Heh, sleepsack sounds like you put the baby in a burlap sack and hang it on the wall. :p
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:32 pm (UTC)Hey, I need a mailing address for you. I have a baby gift that finally turned up from the place where it was hidden and forgotten, and I want to send it before I lose it again. :-)
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:42 pm (UTC)Happy Holidays to you and your family!
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Date: 2007-12-30 08:53 pm (UTC)Mo betta pictures of The Babe, please!
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Date: 2007-12-30 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-01 12:46 am (UTC)"Sex is when two parents, who love each other very much, fall into bed
and sleep for six hours."
"That's a myth- a myth!" "Yeth?"
Date: 2007-12-31 05:31 pm (UTC)You miss sleep?
You miscommunicate?
Well, I miss seeing you... maybe someday in the next year or two... .
What to feed the monsters...
Date: 2008-01-03 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-11 05:23 am (UTC)"Violent agreement." I like that. Describes perfectly where my husband and I end up from time to time w/o even the excuse of a two-footed child! :-D (Do four-footed ones count? Goodness knows they have been responsible for enough sleep dep! :-P)
-Katrina