Eleven o'clock, almost an hour later, she finally dropped off. Poor kid. The awesome thing about three year olds, though, is that tomorrow she will have completely forgotten the bedtime drama and be desperate to have another sleepover at Auntie Plor's house.
I remember that feeling, though, that adrift lost feeling of being alone at nighttime, in the darkness, in a place that -- it's more than unfamiliarity. It's that sense of being unknown yourself, like being away from the anchor of parents (and grandparents, as she spends one or two nights a week at my parents' house) put you at risk of being lost forever in the night. I was awful at sleepovers up until about nine or ten, always was the kid who sobbed until morning. It's odd, now, and amazing, seeing this little person emerge out of three years of infancy, this little being who has an imagination for fears and delights and everything between.
Anyway, that's me tonight: the doting auntie.
I'm trying to convince my dog that there is such a thing as the Christmas Cat. Gotta love dogs, they are so gullible this way. He's now keeping watch in my picture window emitting the occasional low-pitched warning "rrrf." The Christmas Cat is obviously not welcome in our small yard, that evil fucker.
So -- what do I have to say other than the above nonsense? Nothing whatsoever.
Hope everyone who celebrates it has a lovely Christmas and everyone who doesn't has a lovely weekend. I will be spending the next day or two with my parents, my grandmother, and my brother and family. There will be shouting arguments over who left the baby unattended and where the toddler's socks went and also why no one is helping to SET the bloody TABLE goddammit and all that nice traditional Christmas stuff. I have slotted into the "fewest presents ever" category of the family now that I'm the lovely spinster aunt so I will probably spend a good part of tomorrow helping care for my niece and nephew and entertaining them with their new toys. It's like parenting without any of the glory (or responsibility, thank fuck.)
Love you all. So glad I've stumbled back into fandom this year. Mwah.
- Mood:
good
Things that are of the good:
1) I have an AO3 invite. I've just barely started using the site myself but so far I like it! Send me a PM if you want my invite.
2) There is ongoing hilarity in the comments of my latest fic. Oh, fandom (and fen) how I've missed you all. (
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3) My massive new fic is into second beta's hands. And my first beta -- oh, how I love her! For she has made me turn my somewhat lazy-ass storytelling into something quite a bit better. \o/
4) My niece (2.5 yrs old) told me a story yesterday, that literally went like this:
Her: "I went poop onna train. And dere was yotsa yotsa trains. So many trains! And I ride onna trains!"
And I said, confused, "And you pooped on them?"
And she was all, "NO. I RIDE ONNA TRAINS." Like I was the crazy one.
- Mood:
amused
Now, I know I'm kinda biased because this is my niece and all, but --
- Mood:
impressed
( Niece #2 )
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- Mood:
awake
Bed now. Tired.
- Mood:
happy
( Sweet. )
- Mood:
happy
I don't mind for my own sake, I can handle the occasional sleepless night! *g*
- Mood:
awake
I don't think I've mentioned this on LJ, but both my brothers have been scheduled to have babies in February. One of them jumped the gun a little.
- Mood:
cheerful