September 4, 2011

• I've been rather tired lately.  Brian went out of town last weekend and I still feel a bit like I haven't recovered.  On Monday afternoon when I had my free time, I spent all of it asleep, for four hours.  But then Grant slept terribly that night too...  I don't know, but it sure is hard to get him to sleep well.  If he takes a nap he's up too late; if he doesn't he goes to bed early but sleeps horribly and is cranky to boot. 

  I feel kind of disconnected from the world, and seem to have a hard time remembering what's been going on.  But I guess I do remember that Madeleine had her first ballet/tap class on Wednesday, and she loved it.  At the end of the class the teacher called us into the room to talk to us a moment.  Then she asked if anyone had any questions, and Madeleine raised her hand to say she did.  So the teacher asked her what her question was, and Madeleine started saying all her filler words that she says when she can't quite spit out the thing she wants to say.  They're words like "so" and "I guess" and "well" with lots of ellipses following them.  Then when she went on to say "yes indeedy" (which still cracks me up to no end) I said we'd ask later.  Then when I quietly asked Madeleine what her question was, she hemmed and hawed a bit to me, and then said she couldn't remember.  I'm not sure she actually had a question; my suspicion is that she wanted to tell about her ballet class, right then, while she was still in it.  The rest of the day she told everyone she met, even strangers at the grocery store.  It was hard to get her to stop telling people, even when it was past time to stop talking and let them go merrily on their way.

  Anyway, a few things to write down:

  Grant is at a super-cute stage of talking.  One of the things he says a lot is, "Mommy doing now-ing?", or even "Mommy do now-ing?"  Which means, "What is Mommy doing now?"  But I love the learning of grammar, and how he sticks the "ing" on the end, even if it's not appropriate.

  Madeleine also had a moment when she asked where the "old grandma" was, while we were visiting my grandma's house and my mom was there, too.  Then she said, "That's what I call her sometimes, the old grandma."  My mom is thrilled that by default that makes her the "young grandma". 

  Speaking of my mom....  Well, first I should say that I cut my hand pretty badly on the bread cutting knife on Thursday.  It's still sore, but getting better.  Then we had my mom and brother and grandma and dad and andy over for dinner.  Mom tried to toast the bread in the oven, but the oven door closed and she (okay, we) forgot about it till it was burning up and smoking up the house.  So Brian took it outside.  Later my mom got it back and tried to use the same bread-cutting knife to cut off the burnt parts.  But she ended up slicing her finger, and it bled and bled and bled.  The same stupid knife that cut my hand just two days ago.  Seriously, we should just throw it out or something.  Last I saw, she had gone to get stitches.  Now I should call and see how things are going. 

  Mom does admit it wasn't one of her finer helping episodes. 

  Grant is wanting attention, so more later, I suppose.

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