April 10, 2015

7QT: I'm screaming in the rain, just screaming in the rain

Linking up with Kelly for Seven Quick Takes this Friday.

1. The other day I had to run over to the school to take care of something relatively urgent, but Anselm was napping upstairs and Stan wasn't home. So I called a neighbour of ours and she came over with her son, who's a month older than Anselm. I got home about ten minutes later and as soon as I got in the door all I could hear was screaming (in stereo, even, since the baby monitor was still on downstairs). Upstairs I go: R was in our bedroom trying to calm Anselm while her son lost his mind in the bouncy chair in the office. Anselm had woken up from his nap screaming -- terrible habit -- and had set off BabyJ, who set off Anselm, who set off BabyJ... a perfect feedback loop. We took both babies downstairs but there was no chance of a visit since whenever they laid eyes on each other the terrified screaming began again. Sometimes I am less than enchanted with babies' empathic responses.

2. On the other hand, sometimes the empathy thing comes in handy. Once a week Anselm and I spend the afternoon at anther friend's house, babysitting their son E while both parents are in class. E is about thirteen months old, and yesterday he slept so long that I had to wake him, which ensued in a lot of distressed... well, whining, really. But when I took him downstairs -- "Let's go see baby Anselm! What's he doing? Baby Anselm is sleeping!" -- things cheered up considerably, especially after Anselm woke up. He thinks that E is just about the best thing going; it's hard to stay whiny when another baby is staring at you with the love-light in his eyes.

3. I am finally reading Susanna Clark's brilliant novel Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, only ten years after everyone else did. I'm halfway through but I know that this is one that I'll be reading over and over again -- for the footnotes if nothing else. It's a mystery why, but few things tickle my fancy like a footnoted novel (see also my feelings for Jonathan Stroud's Bartimaeus trilogy).

4. It appears that winter is finally over; instead we have entered the drowning time spring, which so far has chiefly manifested itself in significant amounts of rain. And thunder. And rain. And lightning. And rain. I don't know why this surprises me since spring happens every year.

5. Speaking of things that happen every year, hey, Easter! It was a very quiet Easter for us this year -- pretty much every Holy Week service happened either at naptime or bedtime, so I didn't get to go to any of them except Sunday morning. But Anselm had his four-month vaccinations on Good Friday morning, so rest assured that there was still much reflection on pain, suffering, and travail going on in our house. I don't know if vaccinations really count as part of the cruciform life, but I'm willing to make a case for it.

6. Anyone else on Reddit being driving crazy by The Button? To press or not to press? And if to press -- to press when? I am spending way, way too much time thinking about this.

7. Meanwhile, as I've been reading novels and pondering a stupid button that does nothing, the baby has achieved mobility. Danger! Doom! He can't crawl yet, but he can roll from his tummy to his back, and now from his back to his tummy, and he can certainly squirm. I haven't fully integrated the fact that he's mobile into my brain, though, so the days are frequently punctuated by exclamations of "How did you get there?" Time to start babyproofing, I guess. Also we should probably sweep the carpet.

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