Blarg.

Two days, largely lost to migraine drugs. It's times like this, I seriously wonder about people who do these types of drugs recreationally. Obviously they have a VERY different idea of 'fun' than I do. Since my blood pressure is high (thanks to the chronic pain deal), I can't take the Imitrex-style vasoconstrictor drugs. They may trigger a stroke. So instead I get the heavy-duty stuff. I've done some research on exactly what I'm on and it's no wonder that dumbass doctor didn't want to give me any; they're a major controlled substance. Slight silver lining, though, with my central nervous system seriously suppressed, my hand barely hurts at all.

Anyway, my preferred drugged-out behavior is to knit and play strategy games. Yes, at the same time. I do turn-based strategy, so I knit a pattern repeat or two on the shawl as the computer AI takes its turn. I've done six rows in the last two days this way; at 1150 stitches per round (no, that is not a typo), six rounds is pretty good. I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything on the Christmas stuff, but the shawl IS a gift, so in fact I've been working on holiday crafting non-stop for the last two days. It's weird.



For those of you who were entertained by the last Goob video, here is another. The thing she is holding in her hand is supposed to be a magic wand toy, but the instant it came into the house, I snatched it out of her hand and started singing Dean Martin in to it ("That's Amore", if you must know). So in her mind it is ever and always a microphone now. (Hey. If you can't screw up your kid, who can you screw up?) Still can't get the little booger to sing Dean Martin with me, but she does her own stuff, which is even better.



The reason for the camera joggling and abrupt end to the video is because I was laughing so hard I fell over. If you turn it up you can hear me wheezing as I try not to get myself recorded.



Thanks to all who offered advice on getting the Goober to stay in bed. I tried reason first (it works often enough to be spooky; she's awfully young for reason to work). I told her if she didn't start staying in bed and otherwise behaving, we'd have to take the bed away and put her back in the baby boat. (The baby boat was her term for the crib.) Apparently she believed me, because we haven't had quite as much of a circus around here. In the mornings she stays in her room until she hears someone moving around in the house - kid's got ears like a bat. And at bed time and nap time, there is no more getting up to play, she stays in bed. So far, so good. Though the other morning she did walk into our bedroom at about six in the morning, kind of go 'ooops' and walk back out again. She probably re-wired the toaster while waiting for us to wake up.