four for one

it’s your lucky day. my brain was having a sale. you get four posts for the price of one.

baby james

A__ loves babies. and i mean loves babies. when we’re out and about, if she spots a baby carriage, she goes tearing after it screeching “baby!!!!!!” fortunately, most moms are nice and accommodate her by introducing their baby, or child, since A__ can’t seem to tell the difference between a four month old and a four year old.

needless to say, “baby” is one of the few words you can understand if you are not related to her.

tonight, during her prolonged bedtime routine, james tayler came on her radio singing, what else, “goodnight baby james.” she immediately looked straight at the radio and proclaimed, “baby!” as if she expected a baby to pop out of the radio at any second.

tupperware

i love it. it keeps my crackers fresh. it keeps A__’s cheerios and goldfish fresh.

it keeps my cookies fresh.

my cookies which i forgot about, but as i was desperately seeking for sugar this evening, i happened across.

and, thanks to tupperware, they’re as fresh as the day i stuck them in there. whenever that was.

cold

i’ve been cold all week. it’s been in the low 40s during the day and even colder at night. not too bad. it’s late fall after all. but i’ve been so freaking cold!

my little apartment is heated by a lone gas forced-air heater that lives out in the living room. i’ve got an air circulator in an attempt to bring some of it back into the bedrooms. because, of course, it faces the kitchen instead of our bedrooms. who’s smart idea was that? the kitchen gets plenty of its own oven-inspired heat; it doesn’t need my forced-air heat as well.

so we bundle up at night and by about 1am we’re in the same bed anyways so we keep each other toasty. but this week, i kept waking up cold. my back, specifically. and then i realized something: this is my first winter in a long time sleeping in a bed without another adult. my cold back was never a problem because i used to sleep on my side and shove my back up against my personal heater, my husband.  (i’m sure he loved that!)

now i sleep on my side, curled up around my daughter. it keeps her safe. it keeps me well, knowing she’s all curled up against my tummy. or at least shoving her feet up into my ribcage, just like she used to do in utero. but that, of course, leaves my back out at the mercy of the elements.

maybe i can convince my cat to stop sleeping on my feet and scooch up a little higher.

squirrels

they are nesting in the eves of this house.  at ten o’clock on the dot, they too have their bedtime routine.  it involves a lot of scrabbling around and chasing after nuts.  their bed happens to be right above my bed.  it’s like having a bunk-mate, or two or four.

the landlord said he’s going to kick them out.  i guess nuts don’t count as rent.  i’ll miss their scrabbling.