Goose egg on my formerly mint condition baby

1) One of the things about parenting that I didn’t expect to be bittersweet is language development. I love to watch Ellie learn new things and the little language explosions that happen every few months are incredibly thrilling, but every time she loses one of her cute toddler mispronounciations, I get a wee bit sad. She currently pronounces “chipmunk” like “chunkmunk” and I will cut anyone who dares to correct her.

2) Twice in 24 hours we got to hear a rather sickening THUNK sound coming from part of one of our children coming into contact with the floor. While we were visiting Mike’s parents for Canada Day, Ellie fell out of bed for the first time and landed in a sobbing, disoriented heap on the hardwood floor. She was fine, but I can imagine that is a rather traumatic way to wake up from a deep sleep, especially a deep sleep in a strange room. The next day Zach tipped forward from a seated position on the rug in our living room and clunked his forehead onto the hardwood, and I sprung up as he straightened back up and somehow managed to catch him just before he over-corrected onto the other side of his head. (He is fairly stable when seated but is somewhat top-heavy due to being about 90% head.) I think we are going to replace all of the hard surfaces in our house with the memory foam.

3) Every time there is a discussion of fireworks and I express my displeasure at how people have little mini fireworks celebrations all around town all four nights of every long weekend, sometimes lasting until midnight or later, I always feel the need to add some sort of disclaimer about how I don’t DISLIKE fireworks, I just don’t like them so late at night, I am not a crackpot, etc. … but I am going to come clean once and for all: I actually do dislike them. I do not see the appeal. I think, with the exception of organized, extended displays put on by trained professionals, that they are just loudness for the sake of loudness, which is not something I can get really drum up any enthusiasm for. However, I understand that others quite enjoy them, and I do not begrudge them the opportunity to participate, and furthermore I understand that they simply don’t work if you blow them up while it’s still light out, so I can swallow my displeasure for it up to a certain point, because I am not Prime Minister of Canada and I do not make the rules. (Yet.) But! It gets dark around 9:20 these days and if you are still exploding fireworks two or three hours later, I will think you’re a jerk, because that is just selfish behaviour. All of that aside, I also feel icky about fireworks in general due to the fact that many of them are assembled by children working in unsafe conditions in factories in China. You can do with that information what you will.

4) We all had a nasty cold for a week, and then for most of the following week I had incredibly swollen, painful lymph nodes in my armpits. For the record, I do not recommend googling “swollen lymph nodes” because the top results for that are lymphoma, leukemia, mono, and a tooth abscess, all of which are unpleasant to contemplate.

5) I bought a special coffee press that can make large quantities of iced coffee, and tried the cold brew method for the first time, where you brew the coffee at a) overnight, and b) at double strength. I didn’t dilute it quite enough the first time I served it, and whooooooo! I felt like a hummingbird for most of the day. I got a lot done that day, if you consider “sitting on the couch all jittery” to be a thing that can be accomplished.