The title only sort of refers to the sound my pen makes as it puts words on paper, further advancing an episode that I am determined to get out of alive. It more refers to the feeling in my throat, and metaphorically, the feeling in my head. I am rapidly going from "sore throat and ugh" to "sore throat and sick..."
This fails to surprise me, since we leave for our trip this coming Sunday. Therefore, Zach and I will both get very ill before we go. And Something Unexpected Will Happen. What? I don't know, it will be unexpected. This is the nature of just-before-trips.
Right. Time to put small human to bed, then see if I can fix the house internet, and then get back to writing. And then go to bed thirty seconds before I sick-crash totally.
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Toddler Alcatrez?
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Monday, March 23, 2009 –
So. This is what happened.
Last night, we all watched our nightly episode of Yo Gabba Gabba. And because there have not been any new episodes aired in, frankly, it feels like months, we watch either "Clean" or "Move" every single night. Last night, we watched both. And then we gathered up Zach and went into his bedroom and put him in his crib, to go to bed. He cried and made noise for a bit, then went to sleep.
My wife went off to work on her homework. I stretched out and read Soldier of the Mist by Gene Wolfe for a bit.
We listened to the rain. We fell asleep.
This morning, we hear Zach whining a little, and it's time to get up anyway. So we get up, we stagger out like morning zombies, open his door...
...and Zach is not in his crib. Zach is sitting on his floor, and he is whining because he can't pull his blanket out through the bars of the crib.
To say that Renee and I were shocked is probably to understate the matter.
So! It would seem that, as of tonight, we are switching from crib to bed. The bed's already in there, we were just talking about making a gradual change. Instead, it'll be rather sudden.
That's been my morning. It started raining last night around seven, and come this morning, it is still pouring rain. The grassy stretches in front of my windows are submerged, and we're under all manner of flood warnings and watches which are, for Minnesota, business as usual when the tornado watches aren't in effect.
Last night, we all watched our nightly episode of Yo Gabba Gabba. And because there have not been any new episodes aired in, frankly, it feels like months, we watch either "Clean" or "Move" every single night. Last night, we watched both. And then we gathered up Zach and went into his bedroom and put him in his crib, to go to bed. He cried and made noise for a bit, then went to sleep.
My wife went off to work on her homework. I stretched out and read Soldier of the Mist by Gene Wolfe for a bit.
We listened to the rain. We fell asleep.
This morning, we hear Zach whining a little, and it's time to get up anyway. So we get up, we stagger out like morning zombies, open his door...
...and Zach is not in his crib. Zach is sitting on his floor, and he is whining because he can't pull his blanket out through the bars of the crib.
To say that Renee and I were shocked is probably to understate the matter.
So! It would seem that, as of tonight, we are switching from crib to bed. The bed's already in there, we were just talking about making a gradual change. Instead, it'll be rather sudden.
That's been my morning. It started raining last night around seven, and come this morning, it is still pouring rain. The grassy stretches in front of my windows are submerged, and we're under all manner of flood warnings and watches which are, for Minnesota, business as usual when the tornado watches aren't in effect.
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