…of various sorts has been ours lately. I’ll have to come back to the posts on the road trip, but here’s what’s going on more recently.
Lucy has finally given in and decided that she is, in fact, old enough to poop on the potty. We are jubilant. And it’s consistent, it’s been only one diaper since we got back from Fargo. We even tried sleeping without diapers for a couple of nights (at her request), but that went less well. Apparently if she sleeps in a diaper, she waits until she gets up to pee, and if she doesn’t, well, she doesn’t. But maybe soon.
Craig is now putting both girls to sleep every night, which means I have unimaginable amounts of time to my self for the moment. I nurse Samantha, then he takes her while I read to Lucy, then Lucy joins them in bed and everyone is happy and sleepy, at least for a couple of hours. Samantha has been making it to 3 or 3:30 often, which is great, and Lucy usually stays in her bed until Craig’s shower wakes her up in the morning. For comparison, a couple of weeks ago I was still nursing Samantha to sleep every night, she stayed in our bed all night, and woke up several times at least. Craig had been putting Lucy to bed most of the time, but whether she stayed there was pretty hit-or-miss. So this is going really well (knock on wood!) so far.
Samantha’s vocabulary is growing fast, and she is saying some really cute things that I think should be recorded. Here is the list that comes to mind (spelled as phonetically as I can manage):
Lucy = see-see
Theresa = see-sa
cookie = key-key
cracker = ca-ca
when she hears a train whistle = tain tack (train track)
Mikey (the dog) = bike-y
Mr. Bob, who is supposed to be “B-Bob” = Bob-B (which the kids on the corner used to call him, also)
I’ll have to add to the list as I remember more of them, but these are some of the best.
Our real excitement today was that Craig bumped the spicket in the front yard with the lawn mower and we now have a gigantic leak. He used some over-the-counter remedy to slow it down, but we’re still having to turn off the water at the street while we’re not frantically trying to get all wet things done at once. The leak is between the main line and the house, and there’s nowhere to turn it off and still have water in the house. So we’re getting a taste of Little House on the Prairie. Or something. I guess this will give us an idea of just how primitive we can stand should we ever get around to moving to a farm.
On the farm note, I am looking into chickens. A movable pen and coop, and just a couple of layers to provide bug control and fresh eggs. Chickens are cheap, coops are not. If anyone has a favorite chicken tractor design, I’d love to see it. Or advice on breeds. The catalogs are in the mail, and this is all very exciting.
Also in garden news, we had our most exciting crop from the yard today: one large and one small cantaloupe. The small one had split a little, so we cut it, and it’s gone, mostly eaten by Samantha. The flavor isn’t spectacular, but I was impressed that the little, almost dead, three-for-a-dollar plants I picked up to fill in the spaces where my own seedlings had succumbed to slugs produced such bounty. And there’s one rock hard, very green little melon left out there. And all the things I thought were dead in the garden have sprung new life since it’s rained every day for nearly a week, so maybe it was not all a bust after all. (The only thing we’ve had enough of to use all summer was basil – and more of that than I can stand to use!)
So there’s the update. If you know a good plumber in our area, let me know, I’ll be making lots of those calls on Monday.