On arriving at the library, I asked what kind of book Kieran wanted. The answer? “I want a book about Odysseus!” I love it! I might have to get him one about the Iliad next, to see if he likes that as well as Odysseus’ adventures.
It’s a windy, somewhat cooler day today. “Cool” is, of course, relative when living in Florida, but I’ll take what I can get. If the wind were a bit colder I could pretend I was back on Grafton Street in Liverpool, which is just above the Mersey.
Houston, we have a climber. As I write this, Leo has one foot on Tidmouth Sheds, trying to stand on it. He moved a box to climb up so he could climb on his high chair, and again so he could reach the shelves. I haven’t found him on top of an ironing board like his godfather did as a baby, though. Leo’s also getting better at stairs. He won’t go down them backwards (usually), but he’ll at least hold on to the railing if I remind him to do so.
Thor just came out! I won’t see it in the cinema, because Leo wouldn’t nap and would just want to run around, and because cinemas are too loud for my taste, but I eagerly await the DVD release. I love Marvel movies. I wasn’t entirely sure about the TV show (Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD) at first, but I think they’re finding their rhythm now. I just hope Nick Fury shows up again.
This year we’re getting our turkey from a local farm! I’m so excited. And because it won’t have all the salt and other preservatives of store-bought turkeys, I can brine it. I’d welcome good brining recipes, as I’ve not done that before.
Speaking of food, I was able to eat a couple of bites of scrambled egg yesterday. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I haven’t been able to have eggs at all, even baked in things, for about a year due to Leo’s intolerance of them. I was fixing eggs for Charlotte, though, and decided to try just a bit. He didn’t seem to have any ill effects. I also don’t have to be quite as careful about soybean oil or soy lecithin. I still try to avoid them, but I don’t have to be as obsessive about it now.
Our sea monkeys must be mutants. When cleaning, their container had gotten pushed back so it wasn’t as visible. Consequently, I forgot about them for about three weeks. I thought for sure they’d be dead, but there was still one swimming around. I fed it and put fresh water in.
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