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Aug. 2nd, 2013 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aryanhwyThings have been pretty peaceful since I got back from Geneva. We've got a pretty good routine going down; Gwen heads to bed between 18:30 and 19:00, and most days we don't hear her feet padding down to our room until about 7:30 (about one day a week it's closer to 6:45, but I can handle that when the rest of the mornings are 7:30!). She's doing very well with the side of her bed off; there were two nights last week where she kept getting up when we put her down, but I figured out the trick to get her to go back into bed of her own will: Latch the door so that she can't wander out into the hall and then by us. I just have to remember to unlatch it after she's asleep so that when she's awake in the morning she can come get me. After she wakes, we hang out in her room and cuddle and read, and then have a small breakfast before heading out to daycare around 8:45. I pick her up around 5:15 and we're home by 5:30, after which we eat, she plays a bit, and then we head to bed for jammies, diaper change and more reading. That gives me 2-3 hours in the evening to work on things (mostly scrolls for Raglan and Visby; 3.5 done, 1.5 to go), and some of those evenings Joel has been doing pewter casting so I'll bring my things to the kitchen and it's just pleasant to get to sit and work together in the same room unhurriedly on our hobbies. I'm in bed between 21:00 and 22:00, and asleep soon after that. Last weekend we went to Karlsruhe, meeting up with Alaire along the way, to go to Gerstäcker. Afterwards, we walked around the city some, heading up north to the palace. It was horribly hot -- around 36-37 -- so we ended the day with ice cream. And then Sunday the weather finally broke and it rained.
Our lovely rhythm is going to be disrupted for the foreseeable future, unfortunately, as Joel left this morning to head to Monterray for a conference. He'll be back a week from Sunday, so that's 10 days just the two of us. I'm sure we'll survive, but it won't be as pleasant. The Wednesday after that we leave for Raglan; we're actually taking the train, which should be no more than 12 hours from door to door, and with plenty of stops along the way so it won't seem so long. Taking the train means we needed to book an extra night in the hotel, but even with that, it was still going to be cheaper than flying. And probably more pleasant. On the way back, we have "premium" seats on the eurostar, it was the same cost as the ordinary ones, but it means we're in a nicer compartment with electrical outlets and, I believe, drinks served at our seats.
I have remarkably little to do in terms of Raglan prep. I agreed to do four scrolls, and two are already finished, and the illumination of one. The calligraphy for that one I should be able to start tonight and finish Saturday night, working after Gwen's in bed. That'll leave just one more, and a whole week of empty evenings to work on it, so I can hopefully do it justice. I haven't quite decided on my exemplar, but I think it will be BL MS Harley 3811 f. 40, though I'm also tempted by the BL Chaucer MS too. I also want to make Joel this Dürer hat. Should be eminently doable.
Not everything has been peachy keen, Gwen had a fever (39.3C) Monday night and her sinuses filled up with goo, which have caused a cough, so I kept her home on Tuesday, but by last night she was clearly feeling better. The nose is still running but I didn't hear her coughing nearly as much in her sleep last night. She's also beginning to develop into a real personality; her teachers at daycare use words like "strong" and "characterful" and "impulsive" and "determined". Essentially, what it means is that when she decides what she wants, she can be awfully hard to persuade otherwise. This has resulted in two days when she didn't want to hold someone's hand while walking to the park; but two days after that, I got the report that she walked holding hands like an angel. More problematic, she's unfortunately become the kid at daycare that bites. They put her in a time-out, and say that she appears to understand the gravity of what she's doing, but she doesn't quite have the impulse control yet to stop herself from doing it. Even though I know this is a stage kids go through, especially when they aren't able to communicate as well as they would like, but I still feel bad, in part because she doesn't bite at home, and so I never have an opportunity to tell her "no" and that this isn't something that we do.
She may not look like me (though Andrea is right, in this picture there is definitely a resemblance in the facial expression!), but the more she grows up, the more like me she's becoming. Scary, scary thought.
Our lovely rhythm is going to be disrupted for the foreseeable future, unfortunately, as Joel left this morning to head to Monterray for a conference. He'll be back a week from Sunday, so that's 10 days just the two of us. I'm sure we'll survive, but it won't be as pleasant. The Wednesday after that we leave for Raglan; we're actually taking the train, which should be no more than 12 hours from door to door, and with plenty of stops along the way so it won't seem so long. Taking the train means we needed to book an extra night in the hotel, but even with that, it was still going to be cheaper than flying. And probably more pleasant. On the way back, we have "premium" seats on the eurostar, it was the same cost as the ordinary ones, but it means we're in a nicer compartment with electrical outlets and, I believe, drinks served at our seats.
I have remarkably little to do in terms of Raglan prep. I agreed to do four scrolls, and two are already finished, and the illumination of one. The calligraphy for that one I should be able to start tonight and finish Saturday night, working after Gwen's in bed. That'll leave just one more, and a whole week of empty evenings to work on it, so I can hopefully do it justice. I haven't quite decided on my exemplar, but I think it will be BL MS Harley 3811 f. 40, though I'm also tempted by the BL Chaucer MS too. I also want to make Joel this Dürer hat. Should be eminently doable.
Not everything has been peachy keen, Gwen had a fever (39.3C) Monday night and her sinuses filled up with goo, which have caused a cough, so I kept her home on Tuesday, but by last night she was clearly feeling better. The nose is still running but I didn't hear her coughing nearly as much in her sleep last night. She's also beginning to develop into a real personality; her teachers at daycare use words like "strong" and "characterful" and "impulsive" and "determined". Essentially, what it means is that when she decides what she wants, she can be awfully hard to persuade otherwise. This has resulted in two days when she didn't want to hold someone's hand while walking to the park; but two days after that, I got the report that she walked holding hands like an angel. More problematic, she's unfortunately become the kid at daycare that bites. They put her in a time-out, and say that she appears to understand the gravity of what she's doing, but she doesn't quite have the impulse control yet to stop herself from doing it. Even though I know this is a stage kids go through, especially when they aren't able to communicate as well as they would like, but I still feel bad, in part because she doesn't bite at home, and so I never have an opportunity to tell her "no" and that this isn't something that we do.
She may not look like me (though Andrea is right, in this picture there is definitely a resemblance in the facial expression!), but the more she grows up, the more like me she's becoming. Scary, scary thought.
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