October 5th, 2001

crane

Ugh

Feeling really beat up this morning. Big bags under the eyes, coughing, and tired. Jet was up at 12, 3, and 6, so he's regular if anything, and he stayed up at 6. I pretty much got Jet most of the times he got up, so John was pretty well rested by the time it was time to get up, so I slept another two hours and needed it desperately.

I think a little of it is my new contacts are still making my vision a more difficult thing to straighten out. It's especially evident in the morning and in the late evening, when I'm tired.

It's suddenly winter. After complaining so much about 90+ days, I guess my wishes got answered an it's now 40, the sky is dull gray, and they threatened snow last night. Blah. I didn't want it to go directly to winter, no passing fall, and only a single bit of rain, a few leaves, and one harvest moon.

Though the abrupt totality of it all is kind of cool.

We have to mail the Orycon membership stuff today. We really liked the little hotel that's a little removed from the rest of the con the last couple of times we went to it, so we'll likely stay there instead of the main hotels. Screaming babies and SF con folks probably would not mix all that well anyway.
  • Current Mood
    sick sick
crane

Watching the Baby...

It's really funny to listen to the panting Jet makes as he's trolling about the office, pouncing on toys left all over the floor, including my plush squid, which only resides up here. Occasionally there are bangs as he gets back to the filing cabinet and whacks the sides, much babbling as he talks to a toy, and there are squeaks as something gets sat on, or tinkles as Pooh with the bells gets rolled over, sat on, or squished. Jet's in constant motion, but is pretty quiet, but for the panting, with the effort of getting around.

Occasionally I turn around to see him reaching for Rosty's chair. Or Jet sees me looking and lights up and burst out laughing and celebrating the attention. It's not that he needs the attention, he's doing fine without it, playing away full-bore; but he seems to really enjoy it when Rosty or I turn around to talk with him for a while.

This is pretty cool. I can just close the office door and it becomes an effective play pen, with piano, toys, and lots of room for roaming. He's getting really mobile, though he still doesn't go forward. It's still rolling sideways and crab crawling backwards, but he seems quite content to go where he wants. I'm pretty amazed by how well he gets around, even though there's a lot of obvious effort that has to go into it. He really seems to be enjoying the challenge and pushes, claws, and grunts with effort at every move, but I guess he's wired to learn that way.
  • Current Mood
    amused amused