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11.18 – 11.24

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Life

Ηη crossed the threshold required to enjoy a balance bike and has gone from never wanting to even look at it to wanting to go on it everywhere all the time. This is great. I’m starting to imagine a world where he’s on a pedal bike and we can pick off miles at time. I’m having to apologise to strangers with acute lower-leg injuries more often.

He got a ‘super sunshine award’ in his class at school and I’ve come to realise early years educators, whether they realise it or not, have complete mastery of coercive control (but we are also obviously incredibly proud of him for whatever it is he’s done to get said award). He expressed an interest in joining breakfast club so we’ve started him there two days a week which might help make mornings marginally less chaotic.

We started the thankless task of figuring out what array of plastic garbage he would like Santa to deliver. It’s a moving target which I feel we’re destined to miss. But then isn’t learning how to handle disappointment the true spirit of Christmas?

Αα continues to delight when she’s not completely losing her shit (and somehow even that isn’t so bad). Two nights in a row she started crying when it was stormy. We thought she was having bad dreams. Turns out she was getting rained on from a leak in the ceiling. Watch this space for more fun-with-roofers material.

Aila’s back out of ICU and it feels like people are maybe starting to look more than 24 hours into her future for the first time since August. The world is a little bit lighter.

Work

Mostly Content API and TypeScript confusion.

Watching

• Amputating Alice

Running

• Tuesday hills
• Thursday hills and Heath to work
• Sunday Vicky park loop