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I was all prepared to say, at the end of today, that I had had a totally awesome day. I think Evelyn is having herself a little growth spurt and that means that she has been napping like a champ all day. Three hours! And then two hours! And that was after sleeping until ten! I haven't had that much uninterrupted time to myself in a couple of months, probably. She used to be a great napper, but now she likes to fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep and wake up, giving me just enough time to do one thing. That one thing is usually showering or eating lunch or having a snack, depending on the time of day. Yes, I eat four meals a day. I love breastfeeding. So I was all happy about the day (especially since I am feeling better from being sick) and then she woke up with whiny all over her. Oh, how I hate the whiny. I seriously can deal with her crying better than whining. I mean, I would rather her whine than cry, I guess, for her sake, but I just hate hate hate the little screechy whines. They drive me crazy. I knew she was just worn out but she refused to fall back asleep so that made it worse. I felt bad pressing the issue since she had been sleeping so well today but Mama knows what's best for her baby even if baby doesn't want to admit it.

I spent the time to myself working hard on a website that I have had on my to-do list for a time frame that can be measured in years instead of days or weeks. It's for the Scandinavian Heritage society that we're members of. I am really, really close to done with it now. I need to pull some more content out of my... hat... and test the subscribe feature a little more, and a few more small things here and there. One of my pet peeves is people who ask you to do web stuff for them and then they don't give you any content. I can throw html at it but it still won't say anything when I'm done! Usually it's not that big of a deal but I really don't know the history of the club that well, etc etc. Mr. Vice President Sir might have to help me with that. He is good at making shit up. The lack of content is the biggest rrason it's still not done after all this time.

Back in August, I had to have an emergency allergist appointment to ask about the rash spreading all over my arms. (I had it at my grandmother's funeral, scratching covertly while trying to talk to people I haven't seen in years. They probably wondered WTF was wrong with me and if it was contagious.) My allergist is... weird. Nice! Competent! But, weird. He gave my three-month-old baby a stuffed Nasonex bee finger puppet. She was underwhelmed. I brought it home and threw it in the washer, though, and now it's in her basket of toys. It's so funny to see her play with it. It's so tiny and weird. Getting her started early with the medicinal promotional items! Also, she loves it when it flies around and buzzes.

Speaking of toys, I believe I forgot to write about the toy I made her for a few weeks ago. M's parents brought her this really weird stuffed toy rattle. It's a yellow oblong thing with black dots and blue hair, and two tiny worthless flappity arms. She loves it. It's the perfect size for her to pop the end in her mouth, and her little hands could hold on to it. So I had a few minutes to play around with, and I sewed her a quick and dirty version of it. (Pardon the phrasing, but it is so appropriate.) I didn't feel like messing around with hair, and those arms were just stupid, so I left them out. However, when I finished it and stuffed it, I realized that leaving those things out kind of created something other than a creature. In short, I had sewed my baby a toy dildo. It is a bit disturbing to say that she liked it very much. We are calling it her toy stick instead. Don't all babies need their own toy sticks to play with? I thought so.