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Thank You, Lewis Carroll

Why am I up after midnight? We got the kids to go to sleep on the early side, and then they woke up and would not go back to sleep. Eventually, we got one of them down, but the other just wouldn't go to sleep, despite being tired.

Nomi sat with her and starting reciting "The Walrus and the Carpenter," which gave me an idea. I found my Annotated "Hunting of the Snark" and started to read it to her.

By the time "the Baker had fainted away," so had she.

Good night.


My mother read us German fairy tales. You know, the ones where emerging from the forest with all limbs intact was considered a happy ending.
(Seriously, some of them included fingers being cut off!) Did me no end of good.

With that in mind, may I suggest something from a local author, like Poe?
I think I'll hold off on the Poe until a little later on.

I will note that one of their favorite stuffed toys is a knit octopus that Nomi made, and I can't help but sometimes think of it as "Baby's First Cthulhu." (We named it Calamari, since they keep putting it in their mouths.)
(We named it Calamari, since they keep putting it in their mouths.)

When do they start getting microbes?
As soon as it's safe for us to leave stuffies in the crib with them, we'll be looking at all sorts of things, including microbes.
OK, this is adorable.

My parents read the Alice books aloud to me when I was . . . a little bit older than yours now, but young enough that I could only sit still for a chapter at a time. It is one of my favorite childhood memories.
I may read the Alice books to them at some point. At the very least, given my status as a member of the Lewis Carroll Society of North America, I'll make sure they have copies to read on their own.
Fantastic! I think that it helps that his nonsense always *sounds* good; it has a babbling, flowing rhythm to it.
Maybe... or maybe a boojum got her!
Hmmm.. You sure our conversation last Shabbos didn't have anything to do with it?

I used to sing "Hush Little Baby" to my babies, but since I couldn't remember any of the original lyrics past the diamond ring, I would make it up as I went along -- which had the affect of keeping *me* amused and calm enough that I could more easily transmit those calming vibes.
Remind me - what was our conversation? Lack of sleep leads to lack of memory...
You and I were chatting, when she-whose-snarkiness-must-not-be-questioned came up and said hello. Quoth I: "Just the place for a snark", whereupon you quoted the first stanza of the poem.

December 2016

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