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[same_sky]

I am not paying $9.07 to ship a $14 bottle of sunscreen. I'm just not going to. I am having a desperately hard time forking over the $14 in the first place, but we have decided to stop using potentially cancer-causing chemicals on/for Evelyn as much as is feasible and practical. I bought some California Baby soap for her, but we're still using our old lotions... just using them much less (only when she really needs lotion and not as a matter of her bedtime routine.) There is so freaking much to worry about, you know that? Like, the guilt induced by slathering my kid up with sweet-smelling Johnson's lotion, or realizing that her bottles and pacifiers (neither of which she used much, or for very long) had BPA in them. Quick, is anyone surprised that I would take to the worrywart aspect of parenting like a duck to water?

Silence. Crickets chirping. Ahh, but you do know me.

Speaking of ducks, I tried to get E to say "ducky" today. She said, "Kckk." She's big on K sounds these days. M is teaching her to say ormbunke of all the bloody things in the world to work on. (It means fern in Swedish--he was using one of our hanging ferns to tickle her nose with.) In Evelyn language, ormbunke = kookoo. Last week, she said cookie. She has NO IDEA what a cookie is. I'm not saying this because I want you to know that I'm a great parent who would never feed her a cookie. We did give her some cookie once or twice, but I adore cookies and therefore I never make them, lest I eat them all. However, we never talked about cookies. She got a singing cookie jar shape-sorter for her birthday, and it sings about cookies, so she calls it "cookie". (pronounced k-ckie). Really cute. She isn't doing too badly with the language acquisition so far, I don't think. I have been expecting her to be delayed because of the bilingual thing. Maybe it's because we're not giving her enough Swedish exposure. Maybe I should go worry about that for a while too. Ha! Tricked you; I've been worrying about that for YEARS already!

In my quest to be just like carrieb, I bought a strawberry pot the other night. And, that is pretty much the end of that story, it seems. And this post, since I can't think of anything else to say. I was going to add pictures to fill it out but the server is dead. Ahh, well.

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[same-sky.livejournal.com]

He is speaking Swedish to her but not all the time when I'm there. I have been putting on an obnoxious CD for her most days lately, hoping that might help.

I will have the same problem with my strawberries, I bet. We have no sun here cause of the trees.

It would be cool to have hummers. M LOVES hummers! He freaked out about them when he first moved here because he said that he had always thought hummers were mythical, like unicorns, so he was always on about the hummers. Of course, he was being ironic and then two years later, I heard my mom saying that M didn't believe in hummers so apparently that didn't quite sink in. He even started a cross-stitch of hummers in his extraordinarily brief needlework phase! So clearly, he is all about the hummers and he would love it if there were hummers here more often. Alas, there are few hummers hanging around here now.

That was a fun paragraph to write. *giggle*

[carrieb.livejournal.com]

*lmao* I thought you were having way too much fun with that paragraph.