Monday, January 10, 2011

miscellaneous monday



(Bean's favorite comfort activities. Also: the Bo in Question.)


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There's a word for it, though it escapes me at the moment, which makes sense, since the word I'm looking for would describe this feeling of free-falling, of walking from one dark room into one even darker, the furniture left haphazard so you run into it, shins bruised.



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Bean is suffering from yet another (yes, truly) cold. This one accented with a dry, whistling cough that began (yes, again, truly) on the last day the antibiotics she was taking for her ear infection. I mean, really? Maybe there will come a day in the distant future when I will just shrug and be all, yeah - she's sick again, it's fine. But at this point in time I cannot be all shruggy and nonchalant with the added bonus of the night time cough-induced vomitting. And since a couple of you asked recently about Bean's woobie, Bo, here's the deal: it's this soft knit blanket with Winnie the Pooh on it, and it was sold in Target stores the year before Bean was born. It was a gift. I had no earthly idea that that particular blanket would become the resonating beacon for All Things Comforting and Sweet for Bean. Had I known, I surely would have delivered myself to the nearest several Targets and purchased dozens of identical blankets. However, given that I didn't know how monumentally important the blanket would be until nearly a year after said blanket was manufactured... I was late to the party. I searched in stores. I searched online. I searched on e-bay. There was one e-bay entry coming from somewhere in Hong Kong that was promising, WITH the blanket - but the auction had closed and I was (again) out of luck. So. We are left with the only copy of a seemingly rare and highly desired blanket. A very long explanation to give you this: Whimsy has HIVES when she thinks of evening sessions of cough-induced vomit.



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Wednesday's post was not about pants.


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This is the beginning of my birthday week, capped off on Saturday by my actual birthday. To celebrate, I'm going to post about favorite things. Good things and sweet things and things that I love - and things that you love as well. I think this is a week deserving of comfort - let's revel in it. But for today, we're starting small. Bean and I are hanging out at home, trying to relax a bit. Tell me about your favorite relaxing ritual. If I had the choice, I'd get a pedicure. But seeing as I'm here at the house - I don't think a pedicure is possible. Whatcha got?

4 comments:

Sibley Saga .... said...

For me, it's long showers. Just don't think of the water bill. It's something about the steam filling up my lungs and replacing the stress I breathed in. The heat relaxing my muscles always helps, too.

The pants were a lovely metaphor.

I think of your posts sometimes when I'm up doing laundry. At our house it's not the vomit that produces laundry but power-pooping. London gets these bouts of diarrhea that are terrible to behold.

May your week be full of lovely improvements in all aspects of life topped off by lovely birthday goodness this Saturday! And may there be lots of yummy chocolate stuff involved!

Rose said...

Can you post a picture of the blanket? I might have one that matches!

Sarah Filchak said...

I am pretty sure I have the same blanket if you would like a spare. I used it a few times, but am pretty sure its sitting in a rubbermaid waiting for baby #2. Email me at filchak@sbcglobal.net if you are interested!

ixBeths said...

Relaxation? I'm not sure I know how to do it. Not being a martyr here - "oh i'm just too BUSY to relax" - just have never been good at it. Not something I'm proud of. Just an indication of my brain never shutting off. Pedicures would be something. But at home, maybe watching movies in pajamas with popcorn and Milk Duds...? And a specific vow not to worry about the State of the House until tomorrow.