Nov. 30th, 2009 10:21 pm
likesthecoat: (happy coffee)
Happy birthday, Sanzo! (Sorry it's late.)
likesthecoat: (made in wales)
The pumpkin pie wasn't a complete disaster. Kai loved the whipped cream.

I loved having everyone here for dinner. That was the best part.

I love you, baby. Thank you for our family.
likesthecoat: (torchwood)
Owen has safely arrived in Cardiff and is at the Hub.
likesthecoat: (torchwood)
[Filtered to Owen]

Owen, how soon could you be on a plane and come back to Cardiff?
likesthecoat: (umbrella)
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

The Luckiest by Ben Folds

I love you, baby.


Sep. 21st, 2009 09:02 pm
likesthecoat: (happy coffee)
Happy birthday, Hakkai!
likesthecoat: (love can be perfect)

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing but

I love it when you read to me and
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb but

I love it when you sing to me and
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know but

I love it when you give me things and
You ought to give me wedding rings
I love it when you give me things and
You ought to give me wedding rings

The Book of Love (Peter Gabriel version)
The Book of Love (Magnetic Fields version)
likesthecoat: (saving the world)
[Filtered to friends]

Jack is cross with me, Gwen is cross with Jack, and I suspect Lorne is cross with Jack and me.

Fun times.

You see, there was a boy named Jonah Bevan. He disappeared seven months ago, and came back about four months ago. But he came back different--came back aged and wounded and mad.

I thought I was doing the right thing, letting Gwen know where Jonah could be found, but now Gwen is even further disillusioned, Jonah's mother doesn't want to see him, and Jack and I had a long talk involving words like "trust" and "secrets." Well, he did most of the talking. Well, yelling. Well, not that much yelling. Jack rarely yells at me. What he does is worse--he's disappointed.

And that's . . . that's hard to take.

So I'm home now and playing with Kai, since he loves me unconditionally and never looks at me like I've broken his heart. It's always good to be reminded of why we do this.
likesthecoat: (happy coffee)
Just checking in. Kid still cute, puppy still cute, husband still cute.
likesthecoat: (so big!)
Lorne's project for today is building a fence for the back garden, so Kai and Matilda can play in a little more safety. So this morning we all went to the home store to buy supplies. (Milena had a great time chasing Kai up and down the aisles. Or Kai had a great time running away from her. One of those.)

Then afterwards we went to a toy store and got Kai this, so he can "help Daddy" without actually being near any power tools. He about spazzed out with joy when we took it out of the box, and he's banging happily away with his hammer right now on the back deck. (Matilda, on the other hand, has hidden herself under the couch. I can see her nose if I look down.)

I think my job today is mostly to keep Lorne well-supplied with lemonade and beer, and possibly also to make sandwiches.
likesthecoat: (made in wales)
C/O Bobby Singer.

:: A dozen bottles of various Welsh beers
:: Two packages of Jaffa cakes
:: A dozen packages of British sweets, such as Flake and TimTams
:: One letter.

Dear Dean,

As I recall you like sweet things a great deal, so have some from the old world. (Share with Sam or he'll pout at me. I tremble in fear before the Winchester pout.)

I know you're not having an easy time of things and I won't pry, but you do have friends, and they're willing to help.

Take care of yourself.

likesthecoat: (wedding rings)
You're supposed to be a crazy, wild, willing-to-experiment state.

Oh, well. I feel my marriage is still valid there, even if you don't.
likesthecoat: (made in wales)
Lorne's told you about Kai's "who has a belly" game, right? It's expanded a bit: we've started work on "who has a nose/toes/mouth/eyes" etc., since that's one of the things you're supposed to do at this age. So Kai and I go through it, you know, "Where's Kai's nose? Where's Tada's nose? Where's Matilda's nose?" and so on, and he usually gets it right.

So last night we were playing and I started asking him in Welsh, just to see how much he's picking up, Where's Kai's nose? Where's Kai's toes? Where's Mattie's tail? Does Kai have a tail?

He got it all right.

He still doesn't have much to say, in English or Welsh, and what he does say is mostly one word and not always too clear, but he understands what we say to him and responds to it.

We're a bilingual household. I'm so pleased.

(And yes, he does say "No!" in two languages, too. He's a two-year-old. He learned that first, I think.)
likesthecoat: (hold my hand)
We got back home yesterday after Lorne's birthday trip to London, and I suspect it's going to be quite some time before we leave for so long again. Kai did not take the absence well. I suppose we should have realized it was too soon to leave him overnight.

The moment we walked in the door Kai latched onto Lorne and wouldn't let go--wouldn't even let Lorne out of his sight. Maureen said he hardly cried the whole time, but he was very quiet and sad no matter how much she played with him, and spent a lot of time lying on Matilda in the front hall.

I'd told Maureen to call my parents if she needed any help with him, so she had them come on Sunday and I think he got a little comfort from having both grandmums and grandad around. Dad says he got Kai to play with him in the back garden for a little while, just chasing a ball around with Matilda. He didn't like it when Bronwen, our neighbor, came over to walk Matilda: he wanted to go with them, even though she had some bigger dogs with her, too. (One of them reminded Dad of our old dog Herwyr. I miss that old girl.) Dad ended up walking with them and carrying Kai, and he and Bronwen had a good chat on their route.

We ended up sleeping with Kai between us last night, and when I said goodbye this morning he put his arms around my neck and whimpered a little. I patted his back and told him I loved him, and when I gave him back to Lorne he just curled up into the smallest little ball.

Small child with abandonment issues. This is going to be tough.
likesthecoat: (heart)
Dw i’n dy garu di.
likesthecoat: (drink my coffee)
Lorne's mother is here, and it's lovely, as ever. Kai took a while to warm up to her, but she expected that what with all the strangers he's been meeting lately. She was patient and gentle and let him come to her, and eventually he showed her his toys and let her carry him, and he was cuddling her by bedtime.

So I think we're doing all right there.

[Filtered from Lorne]

Also with all of this Lorne's birthday has utterly sneaked up on me. Maureen says she can keep Kai if I want to take him away for the weekend, which I think I'll do. I just have to find an utterly fantastic place where someone with a broken leg can have a good time.
likesthecoat: (shakespeare's mp3s)
Happy birthday, prom date.
likesthecoat: (all I long for)
Lorne and Kai are napping together on the couch. Matilda is keeping a watchful eye. And I'm getting the house ready for Maureen to arrive tomorrow.

Feel free to envy me this perfection.

Euan and Ellie came over last night. The first meeting of Kai and Rhodri went something like this:
Rhodri: But I'm the baby!
Kai: I'm also the baby!
Rhodri: You can't be the baby!
Kai: But I am the baby!
Rhodri: Are you sure you're the baby?
Kai: I'm a perfectly good baby!
Rhodri: Okay, I guess you're a baby. Lego?
Kai: LEGO!!!

Only with more poking and exploratory biting. It was kind of like having three puppies rolling around on the floor once Matilda got involved.

Mum and Dad have also been to visit, and it took a while for Kai to warm up to them but he was cuddling and comfortable by the time they left. Macsen came with them (he's still living with them, much to everyone's relief) and he kept saying, "Kids, mate. Kids," like he couldn't believe it. I can't quite believe it myself, but I love rediscovering it every day.

The plan is, once Maureen arrives and has recovered from jet lag, for me to go back to work full time and she and Lorne will find a nanny for when his leg is healed and he can come back to work as well. Jack is also starting to make noises about hiring a new doctor, but he prefers to let staff find us than seek anyone out so it might be months.

I hear stirring. Must run.
likesthecoat: (happy coffee)

In songs:
In Disney movies:
In books:
In movies:
In actors:
In actresses:
In singers:/bands
In foods:
In places:
How many did you have to look up?
Disney movies:

my answers )
likesthecoat: (hold my hand)
Kai and Matilda have a lot in common. They both love to play until they're worn out, and then sleep wherever they happen to curl up. After the initial "OH DEAR GOD WHAT IS THAT NOISY, FURRY THING!!!" reaction he had, I'm just happy to see that Kai loves her.

Kai is very quiet compared to Rhodri and my neices. He babbles a little but mostly communicates with by pointing or giving us his "WTF?" face. He imitates me sometimes when I talk to him in Welsh (or sometimes just give me more of his "WTF?" face), and he lets us know when he wants out of his cot: he'll shake the bars and yell. (Lorne calls this his Jailhouse Rock routine. And then sings Elvis to him. Our house? Fuckin' adorable.)

He'll drink from his bottle and play with his ear, and stare at me so I'll stare back, and when he finally gives up he'll giggle. I kind of love that.


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