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My pleasant baby has been back today! She has also been hung over from the lack of sleeping this weekend, and she slept very much during the day, which allowed me to DO STUFF! I was really excited. I finished a diaper and.. well, I don't remember what else I did but who cares? I was not sobbing over my whiny baby! Whee!

I bought some PUL on ebay with which to make diapers. PUL is a laminated waterproof fabric and it costs the earth. Well, no, not really, but it's not locally available and it costs quite a lot more than any other fabric I've ever bought... but I shop clearance where possible. ;) I bought this on ebay and it ended up at about six dollars a yard, but that's cheaper than average, plus the cost of shipping heavy fabric. It seems like every time I get into a hobby, I get into some weird subset where I can't buy the right supplies locally. It's the damnedest thing. Anyway, I am loving the diapers I've made since I started using this fabric. For those who haven't cloth diapered, what it means is that you don't have to have a separate cover over the diaper.. so it's a one-step sort of thing. Anyway. I have eight yards, and can get four diapers out of one yard. I probably won't make that many, though, because I have something else I want to make out of one yard.. namely, a naked time blankie. Also, I don't need 24 more diapers. Anyway, Evelyn LOVES one of the prints. She has two diapers in that print so far and she completely freaks out when she sees them, trying to grab them and eat them. I feel like I should make her another taggie toy or something since she clearly loves it so very much, but I also feel a bit protective of my specialty fabric. PUL tag toys? Way overkill! So my question is.. is it normal to have such strong protective instincts for a piece of fabric that I don't want to "waste" it on my sweet, sweet baby? For whom I purchased the fabric to begin with? Maybe I'll just make a scrappy toy. By the way, she loves her tag toys. So simple! And they contain no lead!

M

Sometimes it almost creeps me out how well-suited M and I are. Last night, we were talking about something or other. I really can't remember what it was at the moment, but M was defending his position on the subject. He made some point, and I thought to myself that--you know, this story would be so much better if I could remember what it was we were talking about--there was a flaw in his reasoning there. I didn't say anything yet, though, and I wasn't really looking at him either because I was fiddling with the baby, and then he interrupted himself (just as if I had interrupted him) and said, "yeah, I know, but it could have been... [ whatever it was we were talking about in defense of his mildly irrelevant point that I can't remember ]. I had to think about it a minute to even grasp what had happened before I did interrupt him to inform him that I HADN'T SAID THAT OUT LOUD yet. The really fab part of being married to M is that he knows me well enough that he might as well be reading my mind.

Of course, I know him pretty well, too. For example, he came home from work and he wasn't hungry. My mom and Evie and I met him for Chinese food at lunchtime, and we all ate more than we should have (of course). Finally, he was all sluggish and said that he had to get up and move around before he fell asleep at his chair. He sleeps very little these days so it was possible that he was just worn out. He was talking about going to bed before E tonight. He was also looking depressed at being home but being unable to enjoy his time off because he was feeling so bad. I, as I have done on so many occasions in the past, suggested that perhaps, just MAYBE, he should eat something for dinner even though he still felt full from lunch. Oh, no, he said, that's not it this time. It's not my blood sugar! I am just really tired! So I rolled my eyes a little and gave him five minutes before tricking him into accepting a couple of Kit-Kat bars. Five minutes later, he was feeling a little perkier but still did not think that he should eat any dinner, so I nagged him until he ate a little real food. Then he headed off to the basement to play and came back in a great mood and is now fully awake an hour after Evelyn went to bed. MEN OF THE WORLD: this is why women nag. We know what's best for you.

In other weirdo boyo news, M called me Kisha today. I asked him if he was mad at me. There's another of our oddities. We never call each other by name. It's usually "baby". Or maybe "buggles" or something involving the word "shmoo", which also isn't really a word unless maybe you're an ex-mudder. I am much more like to call him M to his face than I am to call him Magnus, though I will refer to him by name when talking about him to people when he's not there. I would call him M then too except most people would think I'm weird. Er. Than I am. :)

Crap. Baby just woke up after an hour. Bad, bad, bad. Good thing M is still awake... ;)