I’ve just read Bringing Up Bebe..a book on raising kids ‘the French way’..which seems to involve lots of government-sponsored childcare and time away. I liked some aspects in the book - the idea that motherhood should not make a woman feel like she has lost herself as an individual, the fight against slubby-dressing (I hate sweat-pants with a passion that almost equals my hated of khakis), and the whole concept of meal-times, food, and self-control..but the overall attitude was sort of awful, in my mind, because it seemed just a different type of selfishness from what the author described as the American style of parenting, which is not something I've seen a lot of (though to be fair, I don't spend a lot of time at parks and on play-dates, so my experience may be limited…I want to write a more complete review at some point soon.
We’ve had another snow-storm. At least a foot on the ground, and I’m kind of grateful, because it’s so much easier to fill the tub when we’ve got tons of fresh snow on the ground, and I've now had my first really good bath in weeks (don't worry, we have relatives, and they have showers), But I’m emotionally ready for spring. I’ve planned my garden, and am now spending nights stressing about the whole code-enforcement work we have to do as soon as the ground thaws. I'm ready to start working through some of that stress. This time of winter is sort of a limbo - a lot to think about doing, but not much to actually be doing.
Still no tax refund!! What the hell, IRS? I'm checking the 'Where's my refund' link all the time, but my return hasn't moved from 'Received' to 'Approved' and that makes me nervous. But, since I've gotten my State refund back, and I haven't gotten a call from anyone official, my assumption is that they're just slow. And lazy. And determined to draw it out as long as possible.
I’ve been slumping, Lent-wise, into a soup-rut. I want a burger, and a miniature triple-layer yellow cake with strawberries and white buttercream..and bacon, and cream in my coffee and grilled cheese with ham and avocado..I’m eating soup. Good soup, with home-made ciabatta, but still..soup. Easter is looking so good!
Night-weaning is harsh. Yarrow and I are doing ok…except for a long bout of misery around midnight each night. We are trying to make it as kind and low-key as possible for her - we’re totally against leaving her to cry it out, but some tears are unavoidable, so we nestle her close during those moments, and let her know that the beloved milk will still be there in the morning.
It might become my new profile - from the St. Patrick's day Shakespeare Reading.
My enthusiasm for all of my half-finished sewing projects has taken off..partially because Seth is making me look bad by putting together an adorable little Easter dress for Yarrow - it’s hard having a husband who can sew, it sort of takes away an edge of my domesticity..but if he didn’t, I might get comfortable lounging around the house..as it is, he’s inspired me to make more ciabatta, finish my cover for the comforter, and start in on all the shopping bags, aprons, and skirts I’ve got cut and pinned around the machine! Thanks, honey, for reminding me how good it feels to complete a project!