I am puzzled -- was the world once less allergic? I do not know how parents, in the days before heavy duty allergy medications, were able to survive and keep their children alive and happy in the face of severe allergy attacks. Every spring (ever since I had Jason) I get hit with allergies. I am, it turns out, bitterly allergic to trees and Seattle, in the spring, is a tree fest. The good news is that I am NOT allergic to Maple or Pine trees. But, if the allergy test was anything to go by, I should never, ever go near Oak trees in the spring. (Must be a genetic memory.... Druids and Oaks and sacrifices etc) All I know is that, for that 'frisky' period called Spring, my eyes swell shut, my breathing becomes a challenge, I cannot stop sneezing and I am exhausted. Add two little boys who dearly love to play outside and you have a recipe for disaster. So how DID parents survive it? And why is it that the allergies started after I had children? Is it something to do with the physiological changes that occur with pregnancy and childbirth (like bigger feet and losing teeth?) Yet another thing no one warns women about!
The most impressive thing to me is how well the boys actually hold up in the face of my grouchy tiredness. They are tired too these days. Daylight savings has got to be one of the worst ideas anyone ever had. I have not yet spoken to a parent who actually LIKES the thing. Tom is of the confirmed opinion that it would take a constitutional amendment (to the WA constitution) to create any meaningful change. Still I am tempted to pursue that course... We will see.
Meanwhile, in other new, Jason has a new identity -- he is 'Catboy'. Where he got the idea, I don't know but periodically he wanders around the house on all fours meowing and climbing and jumping. Whenever he does, Xander obligingly SHRIEKS 'MOMMY CATBOY IS AFTER ME!' and charges around laughing like a little maniac. The first time it happened, I intervened. Then I realized, they were both enjoying the whole thing so I leave them in peace. It is a loud, boisterous game so I try to get them to play it during the day -- at night we want them calming down and, of course, both of the parents are too tired for loud shrieks and running. We really do need to build a sound proofed, padded hall/room for them...:>
The most impressive thing to me is how well the boys actually hold up in the face of my grouchy tiredness. They are tired too these days. Daylight savings has got to be one of the worst ideas anyone ever had. I have not yet spoken to a parent who actually LIKES the thing. Tom is of the confirmed opinion that it would take a constitutional amendment (to the WA constitution) to create any meaningful change. Still I am tempted to pursue that course... We will see.
Meanwhile, in other new, Jason has a new identity -- he is 'Catboy'. Where he got the idea, I don't know but periodically he wanders around the house on all fours meowing and climbing and jumping. Whenever he does, Xander obligingly SHRIEKS 'MOMMY CATBOY IS AFTER ME!' and charges around laughing like a little maniac. The first time it happened, I intervened. Then I realized, they were both enjoying the whole thing so I leave them in peace. It is a loud, boisterous game so I try to get them to play it during the day -- at night we want them calming down and, of course, both of the parents are too tired for loud shrieks and running. We really do need to build a sound proofed, padded hall/room for them...:>
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