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Wish List

I’m open to gifts any time. Really. Just-because gifts can be even more special than birthday gifts, or Yule gifts, or name-day gifts. There aren’t enough holidays to use as excuses to gift people, in my humble opinion.

Most of my wish list goes out of date pretty quickly as things are added and dropped, so I’ll direct you to the up-to-date wish list under A. Murphy-Hiscock on Amazon.ca. Please use it primarily as a shopping reference; support independent shops as much as you can. They’ll be happy to special order something for you if they don’t carry it regularly. To avoid redoing hard code (i.e. in the interest of keeping my sanity), I have decided to only list this little bit of non-book/music/film related material here below.

I’m not picky; secondhand in decent shape is fine. Gift certificates to Indigo, HMV (any book shop or music shop is fine) and so forth are all equally welcome. Gift certificates to Cellos@go.com to help buy things like cello strings and accessories are great too. My local luthier is Wilder & Davis.

Other:

A high-quality set of kitchen pots and pans such as Paderno or Lagostina
A stand mixer (such as this Kitchenaid model, but any brand would do)

And in case you think I’m materialistic, and measure love by presents… you’re wrong. I just love getting mail, and opening packages. And reading books. So sue me.

The Book Geek In Me Is Incoherent With Coolness

My Wicca book had an initial print run of, oh, let’s say, X in September 2005.

This May, they had to do a second print run of 1/2 X.

What does this mean? My books sells muchly. So much so that a second print run was called for nine months later.

The spellcraft book had a slightly larger initial run, so I don’t think it has reprinted yet. As for the green witch book, it’s a more specialised topic, so the print run for it is the smallest so far. I know you’re curious (or you ought to be in order to have the proper context to appreciate all this), so here’s a little fact: the average print run for a book in the New Age market is around 5,000. All three of mine were higher than that. The first was almost double it, in fact.

I was rather astonished, myself.

And I am such an industry geek.

And Onward, Part 2

– read and give feedback on a short story (yet another one I’ve had for too long)
– finish reading book for review, and write the review

All the review needs is another quick read-through before I mail it off tonight.

I don’t think I’m going to get to restring the cello, either, because I still have other mom-type stuff that has to be done before we leave to pick up Liam.

To Do

While we were out dropping Liam off at his grandma’s, naturally the parcel postperson came by with a parcel for me. It’s probably one of the secondhand books I ordered for research, and I’ll have to go pick it up after five.

BUT! When the regular postperson came by, I got my consultant check! Now I can schedule a trip out to the bank, to deposit it and put my bond in the safe deposit box along with some CDs of Liam photos and a computer backup. The mail also brought me a set of coupons for the office supply shop, for insane amounts of mailing labels and sticky notes. I love sticky notes, but I’m still working with the package my father in law gave me a year and a half ago, and after that I have the package from this past Christmas to use up. And really, would I ever use 3700 mailing labels in my life?

As of this morning, all Important Papers have been filed at the Palais de Justice and/or mailed to the respective correct governmental offices to put the final touches on t! and Janice’s wedding. There’s a significant weight off my chest. The entire time I had the papers I was sure something was going to go wrong. I’m still vaguely suspicious; it all seems to have been much too easy.

To do this afternoon:

– read and give feedback on a short story (yet another one I’ve had for too long)
– finish reading book for review, and write the review
– completely restring the cello with the snazzy new Evah Pirazzi strings (yes, I finally got to the luthier this morning to buy the new A)

Last Friday I got 312 words written in Swan Sister while Liam napped, but it looks like I’m not even going to get a chance to open it this afternoon.

Eleven Months Old

Last year at this time, I was packing the library/office/dining room in the old apartment, Solitary Wicca for Life had just been listed on the Amazon sites for preorder, and there were 40K words in the green witch manuscript. It’s amazing what changes a year can bring.

The changes that Liam’s undergoing are so extreme sometimes that you can see the difference from one day to the next. He can stand for a few seconds before thumping down on the floor or grabbing a tabletop again. It seems to be a case of simply forgetting to hold onto something until his balance shifts. We don’t have stairs so he hasn’t really had an opportunity to learn how to go up or down them, but he did manage to get himself up the single step in the ADZO sunken playroom the other day.

The language thing proceeds apace. He’s very good at echoing the number of syllables when you say a word to him. A couple of times he’s seen Maggie and said, “Gee-ca”, which I can only assume is his approximation of Maggie-Cat. And I nearly fell off the chesterfield one day when he was watching one of his educational videos: a child’s drawing of a cat came up on the screen, the narrator said “cat”, and Liam said “cat” right back to the TV. He can say “Hi” to people regularly now, and we’re hearing “hi cat” or “hi Da” a lot more, because these are the phrases we say to him. “Look, there’s the cat. Hi cat!” we’ll say, and he’ll say it too.

He eats so well. He loves to feed himself toast and Cheerios and crackers, although he’s not as excited about handling slices of steamed vegetables. My heart nearly burst the day he was munching a rice rusk and held it up against my lips so that I could nibble it too. I did, and he went back to munching it. No big thing, just a casual “Here Mama, you can have some too.” Why is it so moving when a baby shares food? Is it because it’s sustenance, something we couldn’t live without, and so to have someone offer to share it so openly and innocently touches us on some deep instinctive level? He’s held his teething ring out for me to gnaw on too, and he finds it very amusing for some reason when I nibble the plastic rings. Now he tries to feed toast to his stuffed turtle as well as trying to share his toys with it. He’s tried to share toast with Maggie too (of course). And in the car I’ve seen him hold crackers out to his Noah’s Ark dangly toy that hangs from the window. As for nursing, he’s sort of self-weaning: he’s just too busy to settle down and nurse during the day, so apart from the usual bottle in the morning when he wakes up, we give him his milk in a sippy cup during playtime, and a bottle around two or three in the afternoon. He usually has a pre-bedtime nursing session too.

Liam’s currently fascinated with wheels. He hangs out the side of the stroller to watch the wheels go around, and if we’re walking with another child in a stroller or wagon he keeps a close eye on those wheels as well. At the park the ground where we picnic is slightly uneven, so he can usually sit next to the stroller and spin one of the front sets of wheels that aren’t fully touching the ground. The other day we pulled the stroller up to the car, and he reached out to touch the car tire as we unlocked the back door for him. Then he got very upset when we tried to lift him out of the stroller to put him in his car seat. No, he wanted to see the wheel, and as we didn’t have anywhere to be right away we let him feel it all over, the hubcap and the tread of the tire itself, until he was satisfied. Well, mostly satisfied; we didn’t let him chew on it the way he wanted to.

He’s figured out that it’s the cello bow that makes the sound on the strings, so it now interests him just as much as the strings do. He grabs at it when I play, trying to move it over the strings himself to make scratchy noises. We bought him a xylophone/piano thing the other day and he alternates between bashing the xylophone part with his hand (not the piano part yet, for some reason, and not with the mallets provided) and turning it upside down to hit the bottom of it.

We can see his sense of humour developing as he gets older. Liam loves to pretend he’s sneezing. He’ll look at you, grin, and say “ah… ahh.. ahh…”. Sometimes he’ll just wait like that, a mischevous look in his eye, until you finish the sequence by saying “CHOO!” and he laughs and laughs. Other times he’ll just do a sedate little “Ah-choo” of his own, then grin like a fool. Along with the sense of humour is the development of the temper as he futher understands what he wants. For example, if he sees HRH walk through the back door, he’ll crawl over and bang on it to follow. Sometimes he gets very angry if he isn’t allowed to do so, or if we take something away from him that he shouldn’t have, and he lets us know in no uncertain terms. It’s usually remedied by saying, “You can’t play with that, but you can play with this instead” and handing him another toy to replace whatever he wasn’t supposed to be handling.

He loves the park. He loves to swing; the first time I pushed him he began to giggle so hard that he gave himself the hiccups within seconds. Now when we go to the park we swing for a while till he decides he’s done, then we picnic on a blanket and have fruit and water and crackers, and he watches the older kids play with huge eyes and a half-smile.

The no nap/ twenty minute nap/ multiple night wakings have mostly melted away over a period of four days. Now he’s back to sleeping through the night, and he has two glorious hour and a half naps per day, sometimes with a short catnap late in the afternoon. Unfortunately over the past couple of days with this cold, he’s back down to short catnaps instead of long naps (or not napping at all, sigh), but there are four or five of them so the total nap time is equivalent to his two longer naps. And the multiple night wakings haven’t returned (knock on wood). Of course, the cold may be messing the new routine up more permanently than temporarily, so we’ll see how things settle once it’s over.

Today he went for another research observation, this one at the Concordia psych department where they had him watch video sequences of animals moving versus furniture moving, and then watch a robot puppet show where the robot directed its attention to one toy or another repeatedly. So that makes four projects in which he’s participated. I find his development and learning so interesting that talking to people doing research on how infants and toddlers react to information, or how they learn and apply skills fascinates me.

We’re on our last chapter of the first year baby books. In thirty-one days he’ll be a year old. That’s just astonishing. I suppose we’ll have to get to organising a party, yes?

And since he’s eleven months old, the Liam: Ten Months Old photo abum is up! Enjoy it.

Weekend Catch-Up

Happy Beltane!

Not turning on my computer for four days running is a very good method of dealing with stress. I like it. It does, however, mean that I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on when I get back to it. The good thing is that it was over the weekend, when there’s generally less stuff to handle anyway.

Let’s see. My parents were in town for a conference, so they came over Friday night and I cooked a belated birthday dinner for my Dad. Roast breast of duck glazed in ginger marmalade and soy sauce, wild rice with oyster mushrooms and toasted almonds, organic spring greens salad with homemade vinaigrette, followed by a dessert of chocolate sponge sandwiched together with strawberry coulis folded into whipped cream, then topped with fresh strawberries and chocolate ganache. And my parents brought an excellent Australian shiraz called [yellowtail] and it was the perfect accompaniment. It was so incredibly perfect. I’m not sure what happened, but it all worked. I’m always surprised when special dinners work.

Band practice was very okay. We miss our drummer something fierce when she’s not there. We talked about what to drop for the upcoming private gig (we’re playing a wedding! okay, it’s the guitarist’s wedding, but still!) and ran through stuff. I think most of us feel better about the gig in general after a week of distance.

Liam’s naps and sleeping-through-the-night went out the window again. Saturday was very, very bad. Last night he only woke up once around midnight, and today when he woke up after a scant twenty minutes of nap he was soothed back to sleep, so I am cautiously optimistic. We thought a tooth had made its appearance Saturday morning, but it’s still covered by a thin bit of skin, damn it. Like the other three, now.

We had coven yesterday and wove a beautiful Maypole. We slipped the weave off and tied it into sections and everyone took a bit home. Our feast was really good, too.

I’ve been going to bed very early to cope with the sleep fragmentation I’ve been suffering courtesy of the waking baby. It seems to be helping a bit.

Reading an excess of Connie Willis (not that there really is such a thing) makes me want to write desperately again.

Okay, baby’s awake! That makes for a total of over an hour of nap this morning. Hurrah!