There’s tons of things racing through my head lately, probably cause of my birthday, but also because life is particularly full these days what with all the walks in the park and toddler wrestlings and ferry boat rides complete with free shirts.
So this post is equally random and racing through things and sort of full like the sensation you get after eating a dinner of bobotie with a fresh side salad and thick mocha mousse and scoops of vanilla bean and forest fruits ice cream for dessert.
The AI is constantly upgrading over the course of the previous several weeks. His latest communication modules including a variation on the affirmatives and shouting incoherently (to the adult units) with elation regarding the latest achievement. case in point, today he figured out how to climb TWO flights of stairs, measured to one similar in stature, to a point higher than my own cerebral cortex. To whit he repeated exalted, “Karakalkah!” He also completed the descent structure successfully using the traditional feet leading posture.
If one does gentle beginner yoga on the first day of one’s fortieth year of existence, especially if one has not exercised beyond extensive walking for over two years, one will be incredibly sore on the second and third day of one’s fortieth year of existence.
One of the things we did for my birthday was pop over to see a movie (Captain America: Civil War) and I blurted out, “It’s my birthday!” It’s a phrase that I completely cannot help saying ALL DAY LONG on 24 May, by the way. In yoga it earned me a hug and lots of “Happy birthday!”s. That night it earned me a free slice of chocolate cake. And at the movie theater, I got a free movie.
I’m almost out of diapers. So I have another reason to return to Target. And another reason to buy all the things. Since I’ll be in Target.
Also, now I have that scene from Star Wars, “Stay on target. Stay on target!”
On Escape Rooms.
PONTUS. IS THERE AN ESCAPE ROOM SURPRISE THIS WEEKEND CAUSE I REALLY WANNA GO AND I’LL BE VERY SADNESS IF IT DOESN’T HAPPEN. ALSO, I’LL BE VERY SADNESS IF WE GO BUT DON’T GET OUT. JUST SAYIN’.
On Recovery and Health.
I’m definitely not healing out here in vacation land, but I’m not falling apart either. There are loose wobbly bits late late at night and randomly in public, but I’ve handled all of them so far. The other day we were shopping and I got separated and two very burly men loitered near me and I started getting The Vibe. I walked away, breathed, and Handled It. And when it’s particularly late at night (after eleven local) my thoughts turn Really Dark. So I try to get my Happy Butt to bed by ten. And try to remember to breathe. And when I’m back in the Netherlands, I’m leaping straight over to the GP to start the medical process. Cause wobbly bits.
It still feels as though the brand of this blog and myself is all over the place. I mean, it’s kind of focused, but it’s not? Also, why has the voice in my head, reading these lines as I write them, suddenly switched to California Valley Girl ala Clueless? I don’t really have a solution at the moment, but I’m aware of my lack of consistency in the branding department and it’s percolating. Maybe something will happen. Maybe it won’t.
Vacations with toddlers are not vacations. Perhaps family vacations will be less draining when the AI is older, but for now I long for the day job. Which is hard to relate to, sure, but trust me, it’s a thing. Maybe next vacation will be a staycation thing where we drop him off at daycare, but then drive out to the beach for the day. Or just sleep all day at the house. DON’T JUDGE.