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Aug. 26th, 2004 10:53 pmI took the girls to Target today to get a new lunchbox for Molly, more diapers for Kiera, and a new vacuum cleaner, as ours quit working. (It still makes lots of noise when you turn it on, but it doesn't actually pick up anything.) I wound up buying two vacuums, one a near-duplicate of the one we've got (which I was happy with before it quit working -- and it's worked fine for two years, which isn't bad for a cheap vacuum) and one that's sort of a dirt-sucker-on-a-stick, it's super-light and you can hang it on a wall when you're not using it. I was hoping that it might work better on the hardwood floors. I tested it out after we got home, and yes, it works quite well on the wood, better than a broom for the grit that gets tracked in.
It was a good thing I replaced the vacuum today, and sprang for the sucker-on-a-stick, because as I was setting the table for dinner, I dropped a wine glass. It shattered, scattering tiny glass splinters all over the table and floor. Fortunately, Ed was pulling up outside the house right as this happened, so he was able to hold Kiera and keep her from wandering in while I cleaned up. Glass shards from crystal are no joke. I got a sliver in my finger while cleaning the table and bled all over. I went over the floor about five times with the brand-new vacuum and am still fretting about whether I really got all of it.
After Target, we went to the post office (I mailed out "Perfection" and "The Long Walk," as well as a letter Molly wrote to my Grammie, and some pictures to my brother and sister-in-law) and then the library. Kiera was in fine form at the library. She's a very friendly baby, and also really likes attention, including attention from strangers. The more attention she gets, the more she will perform. The librarian was admiring her walking skills, so she started trying to walk behind the desk, shrieking happily as she went. Every time I'd pick her up she'd wiggle until I put her down again.
Lately I feel like I spend about 9/10ths of my waking hours chasing Kiera. There's the stair climbing. There's also the step-stool-climbing (we have a step-stool in the bathroom so that Molly can wash her hands -- Kiera can climb it now, some of the time. Some of the time, she falls down while trying) and bed-climbing and couch-climbing. Grabbing her and taking her back to the bottom of the steps doesn't discourage her in the least, she just heads over to start climbing again.
I don't get a lot else done.
It was a good thing I replaced the vacuum today, and sprang for the sucker-on-a-stick, because as I was setting the table for dinner, I dropped a wine glass. It shattered, scattering tiny glass splinters all over the table and floor. Fortunately, Ed was pulling up outside the house right as this happened, so he was able to hold Kiera and keep her from wandering in while I cleaned up. Glass shards from crystal are no joke. I got a sliver in my finger while cleaning the table and bled all over. I went over the floor about five times with the brand-new vacuum and am still fretting about whether I really got all of it.
After Target, we went to the post office (I mailed out "Perfection" and "The Long Walk," as well as a letter Molly wrote to my Grammie, and some pictures to my brother and sister-in-law) and then the library. Kiera was in fine form at the library. She's a very friendly baby, and also really likes attention, including attention from strangers. The more attention she gets, the more she will perform. The librarian was admiring her walking skills, so she started trying to walk behind the desk, shrieking happily as she went. Every time I'd pick her up she'd wiggle until I put her down again.
Lately I feel like I spend about 9/10ths of my waking hours chasing Kiera. There's the stair climbing. There's also the step-stool-climbing (we have a step-stool in the bathroom so that Molly can wash her hands -- Kiera can climb it now, some of the time. Some of the time, she falls down while trying) and bed-climbing and couch-climbing. Grabbing her and taking her back to the bottom of the steps doesn't discourage her in the least, she just heads over to start climbing again.
I don't get a lot else done.
