This morning I heard Beatrice walking around singing her own version of the song Aiken Drum:
An’ he played upon da ladle,
da ladle, da ladle,
An’ he played upon da ladle,
An’ he had da stinky bum.
gallimaufry, oct. 2021
It’s Thursday afternoon, close enough to lunch that everyone’s done eating but not so far from it that we’re done cleaning up. I am sitting next to the bathtub on a tiny chair; Aurick is in the tub–alone, which is a luxury in this house–he is covered in his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He clearly enjoyed his lunch. He is also enjoying the bath.
out of the mouths of babes
Mama: You don’t have to worry about making bad scrambled eggs, Ephraim. Lots of times we make bad food. I’ve made bad food lots of times!
Anselm: You don’t make lots of bad food, Mama!
Clive: Don’t lie to her, Anselm.
the first instance of nesting for eighth kransling
One of the more miserable parts of the first trimester funk is knowing how badly you need to do things but not being able to do them.
Nine weeks was a bad week for me, and I spent most of it in bed. But ten weeks brought (as it typically does) a fresh wind of energy in the form of one good day (usually followed by four bad ones) and I used the opportunity to do what I’ve been thinking about doing that whole week I was stuck in bed.
I had become mildly obsessed with the idea of swapping the rugs in the living room and the girls’ room. The rug in the girls’ rug was actually bought for the basement and moved into their room a few months ago. The rug that was in the living room was actually bought for the room that Elvie and Eldore were sharing at the time. So I hoped to swap them mostly because I thought the (current) girls’ rug had more autumnal vibes. I don’t decorate for seasons very much, but I did like the idea of having a rug with a fallish feel to it for a little while.
I also very, very badly needed to clean the girls’ room, which had what seemed like a permanent layer of toys and clothes on the floor that had been there since my morning sickness started in earnest four weeks ago. For some reason, “swap the rugs” felt more exciting than “clean the floor.”
kransling the eighth (month 2)
As ever, trying to be more proactive in documenting the progression of pregnancy symptoms.
[Read more…]Aurick’s mealtime song
For Aurick Virgil, nicknamed Rikki-Tikki, who has developed a habit of shrieking at mealtimes until someone puts food on his tray.
(To the tune of “Just You Wait, Henry Higgins“)
Just you wait, Rikki-Tikki
Just you wait!
You are hungry,
But your breakfast won’t be late!
You’ll have plenty for your belly,
You’ll have eggs and toast and jelly,
Just you wait, Rikki-Tikki, just you wait!
Just you wait, Rikki-Tikki, ’til we pray,
Then we’ll give you something yummy right away.
We aren’t trying to ignore you,
We have lots of goodies for you,
Just you wait, Rikki-Tikki, just you wait!
Some scary Schubert music videos
A couple of the Kranslings have a taste for “scary music”. I can relate, since as a child I used to listen to Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain” until I was so scared I couldn’t go in the basement. Overactive imagination.
[Read more…]ten months (aurick virgil)
Aurick turned ten months on the seventh of August, one day before Daddy turned forty-one.
a day in the summer, 2021
“On my birthday, Mama, I would like a whole lot of Cheetos.” Thus declares the Kransling who is across the table from me; it has been duly noted. His birthday, though, is still several months away. He may change his mind.
eight months (aurick virgil)
Aurick Virgil turned eight months on the seventh of June.
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