Following orders
I know I should blog more often, but after installing and reinstalling my system (Kubuntu, XP, Kubuntu, Vista) about three hundred times my SD card reader wasn’t quite working, so I thought why blog when there are no pictures to be displayed, and so I kept on knitting and didn’t take any pictures and now I’m making tons of excuses to avoid, well, the list Linn tagged me with. Anyway.
Three things I don’t understand
The logic behind the actions of an 18-month-old,
Guestbooks,
Bookkeeping.
Three things on my desk/table I’m sitting by (I’m on the couch and so is my laptop, so…)
A red plastic rake.
My green, fake leather handbag with a pair of knitting needles sticking out of it.
A baby with a bottle (I’m busy feeding her).
Three things I’m doing right now
Feeding the Tiny Baby.
Trying to blog.
Watching my son tear some tissue paper into very small pieces.
Three things I want to do before I die
Get my degree (3 years left).
Live abroad.
Watch my kids grow up.
Three things I can do
Tap-dance (just enough to annoy people).
Read Hieroglyphics.
Make really good cakes.
Three things I can’t do
Ride a horse.
Speak Arabic.
Turn cartwheels.
Three things I think you should listen to
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.
Your alarm clock (because it’s so much nicer to have enough time in the morning).
Your car, washer, dishwasher or DVD player (because when they make weird noises you know you should have them repaired).
Three things I’d like to learn
Cuneiform.
How to spend the whole day taking care of small children without going completely mad.
How to do only one thing at a time without going completely mad.
Three favourite dishes
Salad. Practically any kind of salad.
Brownies (yes, it is a dish, when accompanied by cold milk).
Fish soup (without the yellow stuff, like curry or saffron).
September 1st, 2007 at 7:54 am
I was going to tell you how to survive all day with two kids, but then I realized that they are 7 months (?) and 2 yrs old, and you would need a double stroller. But anyway, I’m a grandmother who has been given charge of an 11 month old girl and an 11 year old boy. The age disparity is trouble enough. However, I have found that if I don’t get out I become quite unhappy about things. At first my grand-daughter was about 6 weeks old, and she hated being an infant. I’ve never before seen a child who so hated being an infant. But now she is 11 months and can walk and life is great. We go everywhere I can manage to take the stroller and a kid on wheelies (sp). Make sure that they are always best of friends, your two. I had three daughters who were all under 2 years old when the third one was born. I could put them all in a playpen and they would be happy. I even once put them all in a great big suitcase and they were happy. I didn’t close it of course, but I did fill it with toys. Luckily I had a seven-year-old. In order to get out I would put two in strollers and one on my front, and the seven-year-old would push the second stroller. This was in Hong Kong, which speaks very highly of the competence of the oldest daughter. Bonne chance.