Kibbitzing
I am up in Dublin in my MiL's living room. Kids are in bed and friends are round and gaming. The game is Reiner Knizia card game called Poison and looks cool although the cauldron motif is spawning too much table talk cackling for comfort. As I was putting Baby Boy to his bed when the gaming started I am kibbitzing and being annoying reading aloud fun things from my LJ - speaking of which is anyone out there has ever been a postgrad in writing up mode they should check out
http://a-d-medievalist.livejournal.com/306555.html#cutid1
where the lovely a-d-medievalist has put up sections of the Fordham U. grad student handbook for a truly gorgeous example of Jesuit humour. (What does it say about my state of mind that the first two times I wrote that it came out 'Jewish humour'?)
We made the trip safely - although the traffic turns to shit when you get near Dublin - and are having a quietly good time visiting people and taking DD to playgrounds. Baby Boy is developing a distinct personality. The downside of that is that he is much less phlegmatic about life and gives out a lot more when things do not go the way he likes. The quest to get him on solids is progressing and he has eaten courgette with a vaguely good grace and gets so excited by his baby rice that I sometimes have to take it away before he is finished because he is throwing a fit about not being able to get the next spoonful in and not let the spoon out of his mouth and put his feet in the bowl all at once. (Yes I have tried two spoons, he gets confused and cross.) He isn't starving though. We met up with wwhyte who has recently adopted a charmer of a little girl, from Vietnam, who is 13 months and weighs about the same as Baby Boy does at 5 - but then she is slight, small and active and he is, well, not.
Am sneezing like the devil though. I love cats but my nasal mebranes think that they are trying to kill me.
Tomorrow we should be meeting people in the Botanic Gardens. This is a good thing as they are well worth seeing and I never have gone there. Stupid because I have been to Botaqnic Gardens all over the world but not in the place where I lived for ten odd years. The downside is one of our friends is selling a bunch of baby clothes and wants us to take possibly more than one binliner's worth down to a customer in Cork. We'd be delighted - for a cut - but would have to leave one of the adults or both kids behind to make space. Hopefully refusals can be made gracefully.
http://a-d-medievalist.livejournal.com/306555.html#cutid1
where the lovely a-d-medievalist has put up sections of the Fordham U. grad student handbook for a truly gorgeous example of Jesuit humour. (What does it say about my state of mind that the first two times I wrote that it came out 'Jewish humour'?)
We made the trip safely - although the traffic turns to shit when you get near Dublin - and are having a quietly good time visiting people and taking DD to playgrounds. Baby Boy is developing a distinct personality. The downside of that is that he is much less phlegmatic about life and gives out a lot more when things do not go the way he likes. The quest to get him on solids is progressing and he has eaten courgette with a vaguely good grace and gets so excited by his baby rice that I sometimes have to take it away before he is finished because he is throwing a fit about not being able to get the next spoonful in and not let the spoon out of his mouth and put his feet in the bowl all at once. (Yes I have tried two spoons, he gets confused and cross.) He isn't starving though. We met up with wwhyte who has recently adopted a charmer of a little girl, from Vietnam, who is 13 months and weighs about the same as Baby Boy does at 5 - but then she is slight, small and active and he is, well, not.
Am sneezing like the devil though. I love cats but my nasal mebranes think that they are trying to kill me.
Tomorrow we should be meeting people in the Botanic Gardens. This is a good thing as they are well worth seeing and I never have gone there. Stupid because I have been to Botaqnic Gardens all over the world but not in the place where I lived for ten odd years. The downside is one of our friends is selling a bunch of baby clothes and wants us to take possibly more than one binliner's worth down to a customer in Cork. We'd be delighted - for a cut - but would have to leave one of the adults or both kids behind to make space. Hopefully refusals can be made gracefully.