Updates on updatable things
Jan. 17th, 2005 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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rafaela's poor sleep cycle is still totally bat-whack f'toqwid (although at the moment she's actually sleeping at a normalesque sleep-time, so pardon me a second whilst I knock wood and hope. Sweet dreams, hon.) Unfortunately, the current State oof the Sleep is at least partially my fault: it seems that my damned snoring gets even worse when I have a head cold and, well, I have a head cold. Um, I'm sorry.... (Anna, I think I owe you a world of snuggles now.)
2) News as of yesterday: Miss Abbey has the chicken pox. Oh, joyous rapture flambé. What's especially annoying is that she got it from the vaccine, which her elementary school swore up and down she absolutely had to get, dag nabbit. No one's terribly happy about this. Luckily, it's a mild case, with only a dozen or so spots, most of which have already progressed to the crusting-over stage. Plus, everyone else around her has had it except Nik, and he's been vaccinated.
Besides all that, chicken pox isn't a slow-you-down kind of disease. I visited with the young'uns for little bit this evening, and really, if she didn't lift her shirt to show you the spots on her belly (which, of course, she did, since the whole point of being a kid with chicken pox is to skeeve out the adults), you'd never know that anything was wrong. Our main activity: Crash Bandicoot on PlayStation, which is a spectator sport for them. It was there that I got introduced to new bits of vocabulary from Abbey like, "You're gonna kick some bad-guy booties!" and "That is so yesterday!" and the rather alarming, "BOOOOyah!" (Nik was content to just snuggle up against my elbow.)
3) We hauled Lucy, Cat the Younger, off to the vet this morning to get her spayed. Everything went fine, including the surgery (rafaela called to check—she's a good mommy), except for the putting-the-pointy-feline-in-its-handy-carrying-case activity. Let's see: chunk out of my right thumb, and nice stigma in the middle of my palm, scratches on my chest, and some seeeeerious injuries to Anna (I think there was skin loss involved). Ah, well. She'll return tomorrow. In the meantime, Sunny has been quite the little cuddlebug, purring at every little smattering of attention. I think she misses her little adopted sister. (Yes, this is the time to say, "Awwww...." We do.)
*yawnstretch*
rafaela's poor sleep cycle is still totally bat-whack f'toqwid (although at the moment she's actually sleeping at a normalesque sleep-time, so pardon me a second whilst I knock wood and hope. Sweet dreams, hon.) Unfortunately, the current State oof the Sleep is at least partially my fault: it seems that my damned snoring gets even worse when I have a head cold and, well, I have a head cold. Um, I'm sorry.... (Anna, I think I owe you a world of snuggles now.)2) News as of yesterday: Miss Abbey has the chicken pox. Oh, joyous rapture flambé. What's especially annoying is that she got it from the vaccine, which her elementary school swore up and down she absolutely had to get, dag nabbit. No one's terribly happy about this. Luckily, it's a mild case, with only a dozen or so spots, most of which have already progressed to the crusting-over stage. Plus, everyone else around her has had it except Nik, and he's been vaccinated.
Besides all that, chicken pox isn't a slow-you-down kind of disease. I visited with the young'uns for little bit this evening, and really, if she didn't lift her shirt to show you the spots on her belly (which, of course, she did, since the whole point of being a kid with chicken pox is to skeeve out the adults), you'd never know that anything was wrong. Our main activity: Crash Bandicoot on PlayStation, which is a spectator sport for them. It was there that I got introduced to new bits of vocabulary from Abbey like, "You're gonna kick some bad-guy booties!" and "That is so yesterday!" and the rather alarming, "BOOOOyah!" (Nik was content to just snuggle up against my elbow.)
3) We hauled Lucy, Cat the Younger, off to the vet this morning to get her spayed. Everything went fine, including the surgery (
rafaela called to check—she's a good mommy), except for the putting-the-pointy-feline-in-its-handy-carrying-case activity. Let's see: chunk out of my right thumb, and nice stigma in the middle of my palm, scratches on my chest, and some seeeeerious injuries to Anna (I think there was skin loss involved). Ah, well. She'll return tomorrow. In the meantime, Sunny has been quite the little cuddlebug, purring at every little smattering of attention. I think she misses her little adopted sister. (Yes, this is the time to say, "Awwww...." We do.)*yawnstretch*
