Queen of Rambles

I’m so tired I might do a face plant on the keyboard. If I lay down and try to snooze while the Wiggles play in the background I’ll probably wake up to someone biting my face off. Why, why, why did MisterE have to get up at 6:30?

Big life problem: our flipper is missing. No cable for us until we find it. We’ll have to live with DVDs. When did missing remotes become a big life problem? I’m spoiled rotten and don’t even know it. I need to travel to Africa and administer malaria medicine to children and run an orphanage for all the AIDS children (why yes, I did watch the American Idol telethon, why do you ask?).

Thank you all so so so so much for your support through the Mosaic Minds years. It really was a fantastic project and went further than I ever dreamed possible. We had some amazingly talented writers working with us (as both staff and contributors). I really appreciate every single one of you who submitted work and who read our magazine each month. Honestly, I’m feeling nothing more than elation that it’s finally over. The last year was not fun. When something that’s supposed to be fun becomes a burden it really is time to quit even if it’s hard to let it go. Now, I just have to find the motivation to redirect my writerly energy into some other project. . . like editing the book I wrote. My goal was to edit three pages a day. I edited six whole pages. Whoo-hoo!

Super-Beck asked me how the bilingualism is going with Erik. Fantastic, I’d say! Mike still exclusively speaks Swedish to Erik. I understand almost everything he says, but I rarely speak Swedish with them. We decided that my accent is pretty terrible and we want him to learn Mike’s accent. However, when he is especially naughty I will get a terrible look on my face and exclaim “inte pa bordet!” or “sluta nu!” (Not on the table, stop now). He responds better to Swedish discipline.

His English language has doubled or tripled just in the past couple of weeks. He has always been a jabber mouth, but now it seems like he is jabbering consistently and if you listen closely (he talks really fast) you can catch the outlines of proper words. Come here! I want more! All done! What’s that? Nose, Pappa, Mamma, two, cat, outside, gimme, and no no no no no are all some of his favorite words and phrases. I think he has a lot more language than I give him credit for, but the fast talking makes it hard to catch what he’s saying. He understands everything we’re saying. Mike will rattle off a whole bunch of Swedish and Erik will take off running to perform the commands (usually unplugging the vacuum and winding up the cord).

He is also more and more of a neatnik every day. Yesterday he poured water on the floor and I gave him a horrible look and told him no. He cried and ran into the kitchen. He was throwing a fit and pointing and we finally figured out he wanted some paper towels. We gave him some and he came back and (tried to) wipe up his mess. I know this all sounds pretty boring to most people, but I want it recorded for posterity so he can trace his development when he reads these journals in fifty years.

Yeasty update: I called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkey’s jumping on the bed! Actually, the doctor just called in a prescription for Erik for the next few days, but we will have to go in next week to get the full prescription dose (he’s supposed to take it for 10 days and we got a five day supply). She didn’t prescribe anything for me, but so far I seem fine. I’ve been using a super-special preventative measure. Ugh. Let’s just say I smell strongly of vinegar these days. I have a cold and was almost feverish yesterday so I really don’t need to add nipple yeast to my tale of woes.

Oh, and someone wanted to know what I meant by yogurt dipping. It’s kind of gross, so you may want to avert your eyes if you are faint of heart. When I lived in Sweden my friend Annica was very in to home remedies and health. I had to take antibiotics for some reason and she told me to apply yogurt directly to the normal yeast infection location to avoid an anti-biotic yeast infection (the bacteria from the yogurt would re-populate the area and prevent a yeast build up). So if I ever remember to buy some plain yogurt I might dip my nips in it.

Google is going to have a field day with my blog. Maybe that’s why I’ve had a marked increase in spam the last two days.

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