September 21, 2011
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These days I try my very best, in my own mind, to reframe these bouts of introspection as more COOL. I don't mean or want to be entirely self indulgent and whiney, So I figure to do something constructive THIS TIME I shall dive into it. Mental Me Archeology. I've made a therapy appointment - I figure I need a proper digger.
In other news, I have been alcohol free for like, 6 whole days now. What a horror. More of a horror, however, was the molecules of something around my waistline that seems to live on wine. When I don't drink wine, the molecules go into hibernation. This is better. Obviously I can't GIVE UP WINE, but I figured the best way to break this delightful stint of alcoholism was to stop drinking for the rest of september. Daylight savings starts this weekend, so I will be riding my horse again. Hopefully this will make me less inclined to drink say, a bottle of wine a night.
My son remains just adorable. At his daycare, they teach them sign language. It has been fantastic for him to be able to communicate before he can sound his words properly. (His first word was "ta" such a polite boy... closely followed by 'uh oh"). He knows the sign for 'finished', 'please' and 'more'. Most hilarious when he combines them to basically say "I don't want this food, I want you to bring me something else". He says 'finished' which is making a sort of unscrewing motion with both hands... then says 'more' (points his finger to the palm of his other hand) then 'please' which is tapping the palm of his hand to his mouth. I say 'no sweety, we will eat this yummy dinner' and he gets more insistent, bashing his finger to his hand, then slapping his mouth, with the most earnest look on his face. So hard to resist!!!!
This is my latest domestic project, Tom's awesome under the sea bath.
Comments (4)
Sign language - what a fantastic thing! It would never have occurred to me. I've never heard of it before, so I can only assume this is a special thing happening at your daycare (or at least only in daycares on your side of the planet). Pure genius, that is.
In related to your news (are we working on a shared consciousness these days?) I have just received a referral to a(nother) therapist. Let's hope this one isn't insufferable. I guess we're all doing some digging. Yikes.
I have, in the last couple of months, pretty much given up alcohol altogether. It wasn't a tough decision for me, though, since I have the tolerance of an 8 year old and am prone to hangovers that last 36 hours or more. It's a bad combination. But I am still struggling with giving up smoking, which I technically "quit" in January 2011... so what I'm saying is that I get stopping anything you like is bound to be a crappy time. Maybe we could both thing happy thoughts for each other.
As always, lovely Sal, your Tom is a wonder. I think he'll grow up to have his mum's pretty blue eyes. Lucky boy - poor girls in his class!
x.g.
cute baby boy! : )
yup, adorable!
g is right - Tom is going to have your stunning blue eyes.
I also appreciate a Proper Digger, and in the absence of that, I keep a pretty obsessive paper journal. Which helps me enormously - more so than the blog does (even when I am writing on the blog regularly, which doesn't happen very often anymore). I appreciate the chance to be completely candid without worrying about any sort of audience, even an audience of one who is meant to dig.
AND I would LOVE to send you some h drawings.
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