you don’t even want to know 10/4/07 myspace/10/5/07 right here
the screaming. oh the screaming. make it stop!
i have never been more ready for the weekend than i am RIGHT NOW. and it's only thursday night.
finally both chickies are sleeping and i am tipsy on lambrusco.
i don't know what the hell is going on with miriam this week, but it's like her lack of language is finally starting to get to her. her temper flares and i have to restrain her so she won't hurt herself. i'm so fucking exhausted. but she's picked up several new words, in fact, next week will probably bring a language explosion. thank god. now everyone can stop with the Worrying.
i'm not worried, by the way. naomi did the same thing: held out on language development until the last possible moment. one days she had a vocabulary of like ten unintelliglbe words. the next she was speaking in full, audible sentences.
and miriam chatters so much in her ewok language, which, oddly enough, other more languified babies her same age seem to understand and respond to. there are so many mysteries in development. it's fascinating to watch. from a distance.
miriam still not right in the head 10/8/07 myspace
and therefore, neither am i. she was up until two last night, walking in tight cricles and repeating the same nonsense syllables over and over, frenetic but clearly still half asleep.
i checked her ears, her nose, her teeth, her belly, nothing seemed to hurt but sometimes she'd put her fists to her forehead and scream. a headache seemed the most likely cause, so i gave her some motrin and she eventually got tired enough to go to sleep. once she did, she slept like a rock.
i slept between them, touching both, the late night and worry's erosion of my mental stability made it necessary because then i would know immediatly if one of them stopped breathing or something.
the sleeplessness and the fretting over possible catastrophic causes of her weird-ass behavior (meningitis? brain tumor?) have combined to make me an exhausted, cranky mommy today.
better go hook up that new tv. my blankie is calling me.
she's finally stopped screaming and she's cut her nighttime milk consumption in half, so rocklike is her sleep. she's spitting out new words every five minutes.
"neeomeee!" she says it over and over, gleeful, giddy, that she can finally call her sister by her name. "sssster! neeomeeeeeeee!"
a woman with keys walks by. "keys! bye bye..."
she has words for things that i don't understand, that will become clearer the more she uses them.
i knew it was in there.
i totally wasn't worried at all ;)