the laundry is on and i should go check it soon. i won’t have a lot of time to sit still before thalia looses interest in her rubber fish that shes currently chewing on. its making great squeaking noises. its setting off the guinea pigs.
i’ll see how far i can get.
we are home, its back to normal, its even mostly clean and tidy in here. its bright and sunny. i cleaned out the piggies and they are in their playpen thing and are devouring a handful of dill and pea shoots and they are chatting to themselves. my application got past the first stage and i got a email saying it was selected to move on to stage 2. stage 2 is the hardest and if i get through this part i get to interview. i am eating the rest of the pea shoots, but they are a little old so they have gone slightly bitter and starchy.
the other day jim put thalia in her high chair and then pushed her over to the living room so she could still see him. shes gotten to that stage that i had forgotten about – when they scream like they are left to die whenever you walk out of view. he was talking to me about something and then we heard some thumps and crashes and looked over – she was leaning over in the high chair and pulling books off the shelf to watch them hit the floor and then happy-screeching about it.
i red a book to all three girls last night at bed time. well i read it to two of them while the third kept trying to eat the book. ‘little miss helpful’. the story is that miss helpful isn’t really helpful at all, and by trying to help people she makes more trouble and makes problems bigger. it really bothers cordelia that she is called ‘miss helpful’. cordelia really needs things to go a certain way and be predictable and make sense. “why is she called helpful if she never helped ANYBODY? this book is SO DUMB”.
when we took the girls to mini golf (fuck how i hate mini golf) in florida, it was going okay for a while until blaze decided to just do her own thing and make up her own rules, break from convention. Cordelia cannot tolerate this. “blaze! you need to FOLLOW THE RULES!” she is a stickler for things going the way they are supposed too. neat and orderly. and if it doesnt? it causes much, much anxiety and tears.
thalia decided to stay up last night. i was trying to get her to sleep and she was having none of it. then jim came into the room and she perked right up. chatting, happy-screeching and raspberries all over the place. she loves to grab his face and hair and pull him in close to her. she would make a funny noise, we would copy her and then she giggled. this lasted a long time. so much for an early night, but she is the best.
the girls have been asking for ‘history stories’ at bedtime. jim picks a random event from the past and explains it to them. the other day we had a conversation about slavery. last night jim told them a story about alexander the great. and this morning, while we were discussing the contents of their lunch boxes, blaze jumped off her chair and said “mama, can i have more healthy food when i get home from school? its delicious!” and threw her arms up in the air. we are doing something right i guess.
nap time for this baby. and laundry time for me.