brightly_woven: (cry by crymeariver_)
Last night started amazingly.  My very good friend,[profile] oliviach, came over to do yoga and watch "Thelma and Louise" (b/c I had never seen it and b/c Tom was out of town and b/c she wanted to see me *grins*).

However, it meant that I got to bed at about midnight (which is about an hour late).  So far, not too bad.

At 3:00 a.m., Aidan wakes me to ask if  I am really going to give his hermit crabs to oliviach and her kids.  This had come up because one of our hermit crabs had died and I was feeling like my kids weren't ready for pets and I was a bad pet grandma.  I was not best pleased to be woken in that precious first four hours, but he went back without too much fuss.

I snuggled down to resume my sleep, alone in my big bed and a bit out of it, when I began to hear

scritch, scritch, scratch

scritch, scratch, scritch

Wait a second.  That's not white noise.  SomeTHING is making that noise.

Eeep.

Turn on light to face whatever nameless hell of a creature is there to torment my sleep.

And it is the "dead" hermit crab, miraculously resurrected and sitting on top of a plastic bag which was on top of the very warm computer router.

Scritch.

Relief. 

On two counts.  One, it was not a rodent.  THANK YOU, GOD.  Two, the crab had survived death, and two days without water, and was back in his little cage in two shakes.

I, however, had adrenaline pumping through my veins and did not resume my slumber until at least 4:30.

Blergh.

I feel very out of it today. 

Another check mark in the "we're done having kids" column. I do not function well with interrupted sleep, and I do not return to sleep well when I am interrupted.

Sigh.

That 3 year old today at school was really tempting, though.

:)

Meg
brightly_woven: (cry by crymeariver_)
Last night started amazingly.  My very good friend,[profile] oliviach, came over to do yoga and watch "Thelma and Louise" (b/c I had never seen it and b/c Tom was out of town and b/c she wanted to see me *grins*).

However, it meant that I got to bed at about midnight (which is about an hour late).  So far, not too bad.

At 3:00 a.m., Aidan wakes me to ask if  I am really going to give his hermit crabs to oliviach and her kids.  This had come up because one of our hermit crabs had died and I was feeling like my kids weren't ready for pets and I was a bad pet grandma.  I was not best pleased to be woken in that precious first four hours, but he went back without too much fuss.

I snuggled down to resume my sleep, alone in my big bed and a bit out of it, when I began to hear

scritch, scritch, scratch

scritch, scratch, scritch

Wait a second.  That's not white noise.  SomeTHING is making that noise.

Eeep.

Turn on light to face whatever nameless hell of a creature is there to torment my sleep.

And it is the "dead" hermit crab, miraculously resurrected and sitting on top of a plastic bag which was on top of the very warm computer router.

Scritch.

Relief. 

On two counts.  One, it was not a rodent.  THANK YOU, GOD.  Two, the crab had survived death, and two days without water, and was back in his little cage in two shakes.

I, however, had adrenaline pumping through my veins and did not resume my slumber until at least 4:30.

Blergh.

I feel very out of it today. 

Another check mark in the "we're done having kids" column. I do not function well with interrupted sleep, and I do not return to sleep well when I am interrupted.

Sigh.

That 3 year old today at school was really tempting, though.

:)

Meg

Quoting A

Jan. 10th, 2007 03:37 pm
brightly_woven: (LJ User mrbnatural's giggle)
So A, my youngest, is five.  He's a precocious five, but five nonetheless.

Today he was telling me about the chocolate I gave him in his snack yesterday--a wrapped Ghirardelli 60% Cocoa dark chocolate square.  (We were in the car when I remembered the snack and that was all I had...)

A: "That chocolate you put in my snack was the same chocolate that you use in your truffles."

M: "Well, not exactly the same, but similar."

A: "It had the same amount of bitterness."

M: "Didn't you like it?"

A: "No, I liked it.  It was that same bitterness, only a little sweeter, maybe."

M: *goggles*  Dumbfounded that I am having this conversation with a five-year old.  First, what 5-yr old likes such dark chocolate.  Second, the chocolate that I use in truffles is 72% cocoa, so very dark, but of course there is butter and cream to sweeten the ganache.  An accurate description of the differences between the two would probably be, oh, about what A said.

I told my mother-in-law about it and she said "They are your children, aren't they?".  I have quite the reputation for food-snobbery, cooking and telling when something is just not right with a dish.

Yep.  I guess they are.

LOL

Meg

Quoting A

Jan. 10th, 2007 03:37 pm
brightly_woven: (LJ User mrbnatural's giggle)
So A, my youngest, is five.  He's a precocious five, but five nonetheless.

Today he was telling me about the chocolate I gave him in his snack yesterday--a wrapped Ghirardelli 60% Cocoa dark chocolate square.  (We were in the car when I remembered the snack and that was all I had...)

A: "That chocolate you put in my snack was the same chocolate that you use in your truffles."

M: "Well, not exactly the same, but similar."

A: "It had the same amount of bitterness."

M: "Didn't you like it?"

A: "No, I liked it.  It was that same bitterness, only a little sweeter, maybe."

M: *goggles*  Dumbfounded that I am having this conversation with a five-year old.  First, what 5-yr old likes such dark chocolate.  Second, the chocolate that I use in truffles is 72% cocoa, so very dark, but of course there is butter and cream to sweeten the ganache.  An accurate description of the differences between the two would probably be, oh, about what A said.

I told my mother-in-law about it and she said "They are your children, aren't they?".  I have quite the reputation for food-snobbery, cooking and telling when something is just not right with a dish.

Yep.  I guess they are.

LOL

Meg
brightly_woven: (Mr Darcy IS smiling by mrbantural)
My kids have no idea how lucky they are.   On this vacation to see both my sets of parents and almost all their cousins, they got to:



What a wonderful trip!  My family is so generous with love and stuff and food and their homes, etc. that I cannot get over it.  We visit every year, but this year seemed to be the nicest time yet.

We leave at 5 a.m. (well, we leave the house then to get to the airport in time to be super-searched), so I'll be offline most of tomorrow.
Wish me luck! (Or pray for me :)  )

Meg
brightly_woven: (Mr Darcy IS smiling by mrbantural)
My kids have no idea how lucky they are.   On this vacation to see both my sets of parents and almost all their cousins, they got to:



What a wonderful trip!  My family is so generous with love and stuff and food and their homes, etc. that I cannot get over it.  We visit every year, but this year seemed to be the nicest time yet.

We leave at 5 a.m. (well, we leave the house then to get to the airport in time to be super-searched), so I'll be offline most of tomorrow.
Wish me luck! (Or pray for me :)  )

Meg

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