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the book “Goodnight Moon” makes my 15 month old cry EVERY TIME (VIDEO)

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We bought her the book “Good Night Moon” today. When R read it the first time to her, he discovered that she started bawling during the “good night” parts.

She absolutely fell to pieces! She had him read it to her a few more times and always started crying and getting sad at the same parts!

This was her first time (well, she made him read it 4 or 5x in a row) reading it…

After this vid was made, she ‘read’ it TO us (by turning the pages and saying “good night” to each page)- by the end of the book again she was pouting/sobbing and wiping tears.

This is very unusual. This child LOVES books, but they’ve never made her so emotional.

 

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Today is my THIRD WEEK blogging- Plus MAJOR renovations happening at my house!

I just realized it… and my posts have been rather prolific. I can’t believe it’s only been 21 days since I started this blog!

I’ve been having a difficult time keeping up with it because I have SO much to do right now.

We have been really busy these last couple of days in my house- pie baking, adjusting to life without a baby minder, renovating a bedroom to turn into a studio, getting Maisie used to changes and new sleeping arrangements- I moved her (and myself) back into the master bedroom. I haven’t slept in it for almost 2 yrs. I had to be on bedrest, then after the c-section didn’t feel like hauling the baby up and down the stairs. She has her own room up here, but has never slept in it. She loves sleeping with me in my room, though.

Sweet sleeping baby #sleepingbaby #baby #sweetbaby #sleep #love #angel #momlife #goodnight

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I am so fortunate that this big hulk of an old house has about 7 ‘bedrooms’- though not all are used as such.

I rented this 20 yd dumpster today

I rented this 20 yd dumpster today

Maisie and R inspecting the dumpster

Maisie and R inspecting the dumpster

I rented a 20 yard (that’s meters for you non-Imperial folks) dumpster today and am cleaning out the basement and 3 rooms.

One of the rooms off the master bedroom is going to become a clothing room (because I can’t fit everything just into a closet and this 100 yr old house lacks adequate closet space to begin with). My basement suffered some flooding, so we need to throw out a ton of damaged stored items and books. I’m so sad that many of my favorite books were damaged. It’s painful to throw them out and see them in the state they are in now.

My oldest son, who hasn’t lived at home for about 5 or 6 yrs, moved back from Chicago today. He has an internet show that he streams, so we are turning one of the rooms into his studio. When he moves out (whenever that is- he says 6 mos- a year, but we love having him, so any amount of time is good), we will convert it to a playroom/toy room for Maisie/ guest room.

I haven’t been able to help with the basement, because I have to watch the baby. I don’t want her down there until we clean it out and bleach all the damp crud away.

We gave away 2 nice full sized mattresses today and I have some old washer/dryers that I will give to scrapper friends to haul out. I also am going to be leaving old exercise machines by the side of the road for people to take for free.

My basement currently resembles something from the tv show “Hoarders”. That is NOT good. I want to remedy this.

In my office, which I rarely use anymore, I will be setting up an interim studio for him to broadcast from… the room that will eventually be his must be gutted and drywalled and painted first. Hopefully this will all get done within a month, if he helps out.

I lost my SHIT on R this afternoon. Went to check on the dumpster progress and saw that they’d thrown away a box of expensive linens, heirloom ornaments, blankets I bought in Scotland years ago, 2 Louis Vuitton purses, leather and fur gloves, and a BAG OF COINS. I screamed so loudly that my neighbors came outside to watch as I scrambled/climbed that dumpster with Maisie attached to me in her Korean baby carrier (on my back). Apparently, they didn’t check the boxes they were tossing. NOW they will be more careful. Or. ELSE..

he is going through this to make sure he didn't throw anything else away that he wasn't supposed to

he is going through this to make sure he didn’t throw anything else away that he wasn’t supposed to

I probably won’t be posting as much, but I will be reblogging things I find interesting.

Night all!

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The First Five Chapters of ‘Saint Mazie’ by Jami Attenberg

I’ve wanted to read this book for a while now… glad I found this post. I ADORE Longreads blog.

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UK website The Pool has an excerpt of Saint Mazie, the much-lauded new novel by Jami Attenberg, author of the New York Times Bestselling The Middlesteins. They’ve got not just one chapter, but the first five from this book of historical fiction about legendary “Queen of the Bowery” Mazie Phillips—an irreverent but kind figure known for handing out money and advice to men on the skids in Jazz Age New York City, and who was profiled by Joseph Mitchell in the December 21, 1940 issue of The New Yorker (see his collection, Up in the Old Hotel):

Mazie’s Diary, January 4, 1918
I wasn’t ready to go home yet but there was nobody left in the bar worth talking to. Talked to a bum on the street instead, an old fella. We split whatever was in his bottle and I gave him a smoke. I was feeling tough. I asked…

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