gAAHAHh.
Sunburned. I am pretty irritatingly sunburned, and the worst of it is not the burn itself which is bad enough to make me wince, it's that my son and his ultra sharp little pointy nails keep -digging- into my burn. Owieeee
I had a fabulous time at the faire yesterday, we got there a little late but it was all right we got to see the cannon display with the Scotsmen (and no I'm not going to tell who I have the crush on) and another falcon show (or part of one) until Warrick showed up, and then we wandered about and talked and shopped went to a few more shows and he got tired and went home around 4ish..we then finished up with the last Christophe show and the last Iris and Rose show and made our way out to watch the final ceremony and met someone at the gate..who remarkably knows Warrick and Angeline! We had a lovely chat and then headed home
Next week I -am- allowed to get a blouse to go with skirt and I have some accessories that will spruce it up until I have a bodice so I will have the last two weekends to look like a simi decent faire-goer instead of the crazy girl that I am but Come TRF? I will have a bodice oh yes I will.
I have mucho mail to catch up on too and must contact my grand mother and father before they think I'm being annoying or something. Blargh
Hunter is of course possessed by evil demons today..didn't sleep all the night through even though he had almost no nap at all yesterday..but at least we slept in the bed together till 8 thirty this morning so that was something. He's really not that bad..he's just super grabby and excited and I'm sore and burned and just sorta tired in general. But so far today we've had one lovely long giggle fest that did wonders to uplift my spirits and countless other headbutts to the chest in which he nuzzled in afterwards and made me remember why precisely I had a baby in the first place.
Sometimes it sounds awful but it is true, sometimes I get tired and drug down and I'm laying on the floor with this hugemongous child who's slapping me in the face and squealing in my ear as he's grabbing the skin of my arm and yanking it off of my flesh and I go 'this is not what I wanted'. It is what I wanted, I wanted a baby..I wanted a small soft form who giggles when he realizes I'm watching him pluck cheerio's off of the tray of his bouncer chair and offers his arms up with a delectable squeal so that I might pick him up and help him place those yummy yummy cheerio's in his mouth one by one..I wanted a baby who cuddles with me in the night, burrowing into my side and flinging a small chubby arm across my body so that he might breathe warm fumes on my flesh..I wanted a baby who giggles with abandon, his eyes lighting up his grin stretching his face into a delightful expression and grabs my hand to yank it down to tickle him some more
But sometimes, sometimes the baby who screams and I can't figure out why, the baby who grabs and I scream and who is in fact keeping me from finishing this entry I'm gonna put this up and do the rest when Loren gets home
I had a fabulous time at the faire yesterday, we got there a little late but it was all right we got to see the cannon display with the Scotsmen (and no I'm not going to tell who I have the crush on) and another falcon show (or part of one) until Warrick showed up, and then we wandered about and talked and shopped went to a few more shows and he got tired and went home around 4ish..we then finished up with the last Christophe show and the last Iris and Rose show and made our way out to watch the final ceremony and met someone at the gate..who remarkably knows Warrick and Angeline! We had a lovely chat and then headed home
Next week I -am- allowed to get a blouse to go with skirt and I have some accessories that will spruce it up until I have a bodice so I will have the last two weekends to look like a simi decent faire-goer instead of the crazy girl that I am but Come TRF? I will have a bodice oh yes I will.
I have mucho mail to catch up on too and must contact my grand mother and father before they think I'm being annoying or something. Blargh
Hunter is of course possessed by evil demons today..didn't sleep all the night through even though he had almost no nap at all yesterday..but at least we slept in the bed together till 8 thirty this morning so that was something. He's really not that bad..he's just super grabby and excited and I'm sore and burned and just sorta tired in general. But so far today we've had one lovely long giggle fest that did wonders to uplift my spirits and countless other headbutts to the chest in which he nuzzled in afterwards and made me remember why precisely I had a baby in the first place.
Sometimes it sounds awful but it is true, sometimes I get tired and drug down and I'm laying on the floor with this hugemongous child who's slapping me in the face and squealing in my ear as he's grabbing the skin of my arm and yanking it off of my flesh and I go 'this is not what I wanted'. It is what I wanted, I wanted a baby..I wanted a small soft form who giggles when he realizes I'm watching him pluck cheerio's off of the tray of his bouncer chair and offers his arms up with a delectable squeal so that I might pick him up and help him place those yummy yummy cheerio's in his mouth one by one..I wanted a baby who cuddles with me in the night, burrowing into my side and flinging a small chubby arm across my body so that he might breathe warm fumes on my flesh..I wanted a baby who giggles with abandon, his eyes lighting up his grin stretching his face into a delightful expression and grabs my hand to yank it down to tickle him some more
But sometimes, sometimes the baby who screams and I can't figure out why, the baby who grabs and I scream and who is in fact keeping me from finishing this entry I'm gonna put this up and do the rest when Loren gets home