Sunday, December 30, 2007
A couple of months ago... No wait. Let me go back farther.
A couple of years ago, when I was pregnant with Lulu and still working in Big Bank Land, Husbandguy and Pete met DH's parents and his gMa at the beach for a few days after Christmas and had a wonderful time playing in the sand and swimming in the pool and going out to eat and just doing beachy things in the middle of winter. So a couple of months ago, when my in-laws invited us to meet them at the beach again this year, we were all, "You bet! Sounds fun!" and we made plans to go up after Christmas morning at home and have Christmas dinner with them.
So the day before Christmas (some might say Christmas Eve), Lulu was all wheezing and sounding like she couldn't breathe and stuff so I took her to the doctor who gave us a nebulizer (should that be capitalized?) and some steroids and said that she could still go to the beach as long as she was feeling well, and since she seemed okay during all the Santa stuff in the morning, we packed the breathing machine and the baby and her sister in the car and headed out for our long-awaited vacation. And when we got there, we looked at our view of the beach from our balcony 21 stories up and greeted Nana and PopPop and sat down to Christmas ham (which was a little dry) and mac & cheese out of a bucket and frozen peas - not gourmet but acceptable. And about 20 minutes into dinner... Lulu threw up! And she continued to throw up constantly for the next 14 hours! And at least once a day for the next 4 days... And she had a fever and stuff so we called the nurse. From the beach. Which isn't easy. The nurse said to treat her fever (with suppositories! poor kid! she covered her little bottom when DH and I were talking about it before we even did it - the things she understands!) and not let her eat anything except Pedialite until she'd been throw up free for 8 hours (!!). It's phlegm now, we think, and she's going to the doctor tomorrow. But it kind of spoiled the vacation a little because we couldn't go to the pool or out to eat in case she threw up. And also she was miserable and didn't seem to be having fun, even when she wasn't throwing up. Except for a couple of times. She enjoyed the beach some...
Also, DH and I got a card from his parents that said, "We didn't get you a present." Okay, I'm paraphrasing, but that was the gist. DH thinks that it means that our present is on the way, but that's not what the card said...
You know, it's always nice to get home from vacation, even when you had a good time. This time, though, it was extra nice. Lulu seemed relieved and slept all night in her own bed without fussing once. Me too!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Does that count as "visions of sugar plums"?
Monday, December 24, 2007
On Thursday, I apparently cleaned the living room and put my stuff away that I use when I take my every-other-day shot, my calendar and the cool machine that does the shotting for me, instead of leaving it in the living room where I spend my evenings. Because of that, because of cleaning, I missed my shot on Friday. I went from Wednesday to Sunday. Totally spaced it. For three days (I don't count Thursday because that was supposed to be a day off). All because I cleaned.
Guess that won't happen again!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Lulu is napping after her festive last school day, and I was cleaning out her bag, which is extra full today what with the toddler-made ornaments and, here comes the pet peeve, the goodie bags! Huh?! For children under two?! Really?! Chocolate candy bars? Giant candy canes? Really?!! I get that you want to share your... holiday spirit (?) with your child's classmates. I get it. So give them a coloring book from the dollar store or a very special little (age-appropriate) toy or something other than candy. Anything but candy! I appreciate the thought. I'd appreciate it more if the person the bags are from had actually thought about what they were giving my kid. My very small kid who doesn't eat chocolate because she's very small and doesn't need it. I haven't thoroughly searched the bags yet, but I bet at least one has peanut butter in it.
On the bright side, Lulu is too little to care if I and her dad and her sister eat all her candy bars. We'll share the candy canes with her and she can have the Santa cup, which she'll love and which would have been enough for my toddler by itself. Pete will be pleased. And also, one of the candy bars is that new 3 Musketeers Mint bar, which I've been wanting to try.
And here's the Big Grin: My family will be around all next week and I won't be by myself most of the time. Wait, you say. That's the same thing as the Heavy Sigh just said different. I know! It's cool isn't it?
But check with me a week from tomorrow...
Also, if I'm absent from TIBM next week, just know that I'll be back in 2008 too. I'll post if I can, but don't count on me. Happy Holidays!
Pete was helping me put icing on the cinnamon rolls we were having with our dinner, and she was standing on the step stool. Lulu climbed up behind her on the stool, like she always does, and for some reason Pete put her hands behind her and Lulu grabbed them and then they both fell (in slow motion) backwards. Pete fell on Lulu! Of course there was a jumble of girls in a pile on the floor. Since Pete was on top, I helped her up first and she said she wasn't hurt and I hugged her quickly and she calmed down a little (I think that took longer to write than to happen) so I picked Lulu up and there was all this blood coming from her mouth! And I said something smart like, "Oh no!" or "Oh dear!" or "Oh boy!" Then Pete wasn't okay anymore. But I couldn't stop helping Lulu. I needed to be two people at that moment. So I said very clearly to Pete, "She'll be fine. She's fine. It's okay," and I ran to the bathroom where I could make sure that was true. Which it was. You know, right? Mouth wounds bleed way more than most other wounds. I'm glad I know that. Otherwise I might have panicked. I did worry. Because that's what I do, but I decided to wait to see if it would stop bleeding, and if it didn't I'd call the nurse. That gave me a chance to find Pete, who was exactly where we'd left her (but not wailing anymore), and explain why there was so much blood and comfort her because it sucks when you fall on someone littler than you and there's nothing you can do to stop it (I know). It made her feel better to help me come up with this new rule (that should probably have been a rule to begin with but wasn't): Only one person on the step stool at a time. It'll be hard to enforce, but we'll manage because it's worth it.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
So you know, Pete gave her approval to the Frog and Fox story I posted yesterday. She said she might like it better when I write them down and read them to her instead of when I make them up on the spot. "Because then you can remember them."
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
P: You better not be saying 'bubblebutt!'
L: Buhbuhbut! tee hee hee
P: Ha Ha Ha! Stop saying 'bubblebutt!'
L: Puhpuhbut! tee hee hee
P: Did you just say 'poopoobutt'?
MN: No. She said 'bubblebutt.' Right Lulu?
L: Poopoobut! HAHAHAHA
P: Gigglegiggle! Stop saying 'poopoobutt!'
MN: You stop saying it and then she will. Lulu, say 'bubblebutt' instead.
L: Poopoobut! HAHAHAHAHA
MN: Say 'bubblebutt!"
L: POOPOOBUT! HAHAHAHAHAHA
You get the picture. Wanna have breakfast with us?
Sunday, December 16, 2007
So last time, the dancers were better. There was way less looking-out-of-place that time, but this time the interpretation of the story was better, humor-full but not quite so silly, and the staging and costumes were beautiful, which I think, at least as far as the staging goes, has a little to do with the sets and lighting being permanent and not in a high school gym. Also, this time, the music was live. That was wonderful! And a little distracting because every time something interesting happened (singers, the harp, etc.), I found myself watching the musicians and not the dancers. And the audience was better. Less clapping at random times. Although Pete and I were both annoyed by them clapping along during the "jumping candy canes." And they did give a standing ovation at the end, which Pete and I used to gather our coats and umbrellas.
It was a very nice time, though. Even with the cold, rainy weather. And it takes a certain kind of kindergartner to not get bored about halfway through the second act (all the action is in the first act - the second is just dancing). My Pete's not one of those kinds of kids yet. But she lasted much longer than the little girls in front of us, and when she got bored she just asked how much longer one time and then waited patiently until it was finished. And she said she enjoyed it. Again. And wants to go back. Again.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
And also, we got a box from Big Brother and his family, and as soon as we brought it in from the porch she started asking to have it opened. "Open it! Open it!" When I told her I'd need the scissors to open it, she went off in search of scissors (don't worry - she can't reach them).
I think Christmas morning might be kind of interesting.
But then I've been surprised by my kids before...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
My resignation from the PTA has been accepted by both the President and VP. I think I've made it clear that I still want to help but someone else is going to have to do all the planning, etc. And I'm pushing for a new committee that I think I would be a good leader for. Even if it was just me on the committee. They haven't told me what they think, though. I have lots of good ideas. Maybe I'll write a formal proposal...
Oh and also, I totally left this house this morning without my wallet or my phone. It worked out okay, though, as I was only going for coffee with some moms and a dad and the principal and didn't have any trouble between here and there. This coffee was for the parents from Pete's class, but the principal does one every month for a different class and I get to be the hostess at all of them. It's cool. That's a job I'm keeping from the PTA. I might even do it next year if they'll let me.
Monday, December 10, 2007
But today, since the magic meds haven't had time to sufficiently tame any of Wild Inflammation I might have going on, I feel kind of cloudy. Partly because the feeling has been coming on for a couple of days (thank you, MS - you suck), and partly because I didn't have any coffee with my steroids 'cause that might upset my stomach and make me jittery. Extra jittery. But I think I should have had coffee. So after I dropped Lulu off at school, watched Pete's class for half-an-hour, and then sorted books, I went to the grocery store, where they are nice enough to have a Starbucks right inside the door in case you don't have time to drink coffee at home before you do your shopping. And I almost got some. Except, here's the thing, I don't know how to order there. What if I say the wrong size because isn't a small called something that doesn't sound small? And what if I just want plain old coffee? They have all those extra things! I know I just have to order "coffee." I could probably even order a "small coffee" and they would know what I mean, but it's so intimidating! And what if I want sugar? Do I tell them that? If so, why do they have the sugar off to the side? If not, what's all that extra stuff they're yelling to each other when someone buys something? If only there had been a Bojangles in the parking lot. I could have come with my own coffee.
Ooooo! I just had a money-making idea! Someone should give Starbucks Ordering Workshops. Except for it can't be me giving the workshops because I don't know how. But if you do it, I want a finders fee, okay?
Saturday, December 8, 2007
On a more positive note, in the same letter I proposed that they remove the responsibility of membership from this committee and I offered to keep working on this. Last year's chair agreed with me that membership should be a separate thing.
I just don't want to be the social director for a bunch of people who won't help anymore. It's discouraging.
So, yeah, I'm a quitter, but I was very professional about it. I'll post the letter if you're interested. Let me know...
Friday, December 7, 2007
"omphaloskepsis = navel-contemplation"
So you know, I got that word right at freerice.com. I got it right! Because of the ompha part. Finally! I'm using my Med Trans training to do some good.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Anyway, Santa ordered
I think I'll make eggnog breads. Those are so pretty when they're all done. See?
You're going to have to wait on the picture. Our internet service is sucky again. But trust me. They're pretty.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
But at the mall on Saturday, we really did see Christmas on the car. It was dark when we were leaving and DH said, "Look at the Jeep!" and we looked and there was this Jeep driving around all covered with lights! That Jeep guy is silly. Now I'm tempted to do DH's car...
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I hate to admit it, but this is actually only my second favorite picture-with-Santa. My first favorite is the one when Pete is wearing the same dress Lulu wore yesterday, and we couldn't get her to smile pretty, and while I was debating between two great shots, the demonic smile or the gloomy thunder cloud face she made when we told her to Please stop smiling!, the Cheese Elf looked up and snapped the most precious shot of Santa reading to Pete. That's my favorite. Sorry Lulu. You weren't there. But this is my first favorite picture-with-Santa story.
Also, Pete's mom knows how Santa knew their names. It's because this Santa is the Real Santa. He has to be. He's in all of Pete's Santa pictures since 2003.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Pete and Pete's mom were talking about why Christmas is an important holiday for Christians and why Christians go to church on Christmas even though it's not Sunday. And Pete said, "But I don't go because I'm not a Jesist." Then Pete said, "Oops. I mean a Christian."
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Worrier and Worrier (update: 4:10)
Rhymes-With-Tennis's mom just called. RWT rides the bus home with Pete but usually gets dropped off after Pete. RWT is already home with a tale: new bus driver - doesn't know where Pete lives - may be going back to school. AAAAUUUUGGH! My momuiltiness is getting worse. Poor kid!!
Ah Dahn (update 4:20)
She's home. She's laying on the couch looking miserable. Feel better, Pete!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Although it did occur to me that a disadvantage of losing my piano student (in addition to just missing teaching her) is that I don't have someone coming over once a week to motivate me to clean the house. Husbandguy complained last night...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
But that’s where the story ends because MN doesn’t remember anything after that.
Monday, November 26, 2007
And also, our new favorite euphemism is, "I stepped on a frog."
Lulu, with a look of sudden recognition on her face, pointed at The Grandpa, who has a white beard, etc., and exclaimed, "Claus! Ha Claus!" Then she looked at me, still pointing at The Grandpa, and said, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" as if to say, "Did you know? We're having lunch with Santa Claus!"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Also, Lulu says thank you. And she uses it right. In fact, just a minute ago she thanked me when I told her I'd give her a few more minutes to play before I washed her hair.
There were two complaints about last night, though, and I'm going to post them just because. Pete's was that she couldn't see. High school auditoriums aren't really designed to provide the best viewing if you're five, but it didn't turn her off to the ballet, just the auditorium. She wants to go again, but at a real theater.
My complaint is all the clapping! Good grief! Is it just me? I had this problem with the Beauty and the Beast performance we saw in October, too. People clap at the littlest thing! Oooo. He lifted her above his head! Oooo! She's dancing on her toes! Oooo! The music got louder! Except that there were actually five more minutes of dancing before that particular scene was over and then
Now, about the cauliflower. I didn't think I liked cauliflower, but Moomie and Moomie's Hubby make mashed cauliflower with bacon and cheese in it and it's delicious! Of course it is! It has bacon and cheese in it. But even the cauliflower part was good. Pete liked it, too. I might make it at home. Husbandguy is wary about trying it, but I think he'll like it.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
But it wasn't an acorn...
It was a rabbit poop.
Monday, November 19, 2007
At the grocery store a few minutes ago, I was charging out the door with my cart full of too many groceries in my save-the-world canvas bags, and some lady smiled at me like she was really happy to see me. I felt like I almost ran her over, but she didn't seem to mind. I apologized, of course, but I don't think that was why she smiled at me. I think she was just nice, and it made me smile all the way home. So here, this is for you:
Pay it forward.
Along Those Same Lines
There is a woman at Pete's school, one of the other PTA moms; we'll call her Renee (because that's her name). As long as I've been going to functions where Renee is, she has always hugged me when she sees me. Even last year when neither of us was entirely sure who the other was. I like it. I think that I would be a hugger if I was more assertive. I like hugging.
More About Poo
If any of you who have toddlers who, like mine, aren't quite a year-and-a-half are concerned because your children don't even know what poopoo is to have it in the potty, don't be. There is a big difference between knowing that when you sit on the potty, you should make poopoo and knowing that when you need to make poopoo, you should sit on the potty.
Then There Was this Train
On the way home from the store, I decided to take the short-cut across the railroad tracks, but as soon as I turned the corner to go over the tracks, the red lights started flashing and the gates went down, and since I was already around the corner, I couldn't change my mind and go the long way so I had to wait for the train. But it was a little short train, an Amtrak with an engine and four cars, and it flew through the crossing with its whistle WHOO-WHOO-ing. It was really cool, a little exciting, like when a fire engine goes speeding past with its siren ROO-ROO-ing. That stuff always gets me!
Now you thank me for sharing. I'm going to brush my teeth and make sure we have frozen cherries.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
It's too late to make a long story short, but in the end she said, "Ah dahn," and stood up and there were two little brown grape-sized things in her little potty. Her first poopoo! In the potty!!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
So here's what happened. This morning, Lulu woke up with the croup, you know, that barking seal-like cough that stresses DH out real bad. She was fine all day, as far as I know (she was at school for part of it) until after her nap when she started barking again. Poor kid. It hurts! She doesn't want to cough. We tried warm juice, which always worked for Pete, and we spent a bunch of time in the bathroom with the door closed and the hot water running in spite of the water shortage. Nothing helped so we called the nurse who asked a bunch of questions and then said she (LL) needed to be seen and to be careful and not to speed and to which ER will we be going?
DH didn't want to be the one to do this. He prefers that I handle stuff like this. He adores his girls and would drive them to the moon if they needed it, but he would soooo rather I go along to answer all the questions. And ask them too. But he can handle it, and he will, and he'll maybe be a little more confident next time, and there's no way I'm sleeping until they pull back into our driveway so if he needs me to talk to the doctor at the ER, all he has to do is call. He knows that. And he knows that he's the best daddy in the world. I tell him whenever I think of it. I'm going to tell him tomorrow for sure.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
I already knew that music is genetic because of the way she's really taken to the piano. Her teacher even said at her last lesson that Pete is better at the note drills than some of her more long-time students.
So she got swimming from DH and piano from me. And she got her looks from her dad (who would have been a beautiful little girl, apparently, if he had Moomie's eyes) and her love of reading from me. And her sense of humor? Well that came from both sides, but those of you from the Grandpa's family will be pleased to know that there is definitely more than a hint of the S Sense of Humor there. Appropriate considering who she's named after...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Also, I got a BUNCH of responses to the PTA survey I sent out, kind of unexpected. Now I have to figure out what to do with them. I think I'll start with a spreadsheet. Spreadsheets are cool. After that? Dunno. I'm going to try to implement ONE THING I found out from this survey.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Pete's playing both angles, apparently.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
- I have way more energy than usual, which leads to...
- I will be able to stay up late enough to watch "The Daily Show" for about 2 weeks.
- If I have to take a Xanax to help me sleep, the next morning is always filled with bird songs and mellow happiness.
- I get to take off my invisible prickly stockings for a few days.
- I have an excuse for constantly eating.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
The ghost vomit was cool, though. There was this wall with two ghosts painted on it, and where their mouths would be, there were these big openings, and every few minutes a ton of bubbles came pouring out of them so there was a huge pile of bubbles on the ground, taller than the children playing in it. Every now and then a bunch of bubbles would come strolling out of the pile, and one parent or another would wipe some of the bubbles away to reveal a child. It was cool. Husbandguy and I can never remember to bring the camera so you're just going to have to draw a picture in your head based on my fabulously detailed description (you can see it, right?). DH and Josie's friend's dad both thought it would be cool to have one of those at home.
The thing is, though (and the park might be getting a note from me about this), there isn't anything for toddlers to do there, and you can't just let them run free because it's so crowded you would lose them. So Lulu spent most of the day in her stroller. DH did take her out and carry her some, and we tried to let her walk but she doesn't always like to hold hands so that didn't work too well. I took her on the carousel because she seemed interested in that, but she didn't like it and got off her horse as soon as we started moving. So I wound up standing next to an empty horse holding a wiggly-worm for most of the ride. I should have gotten on the horse and put her in front of me. Next time...
Still, we had fun. And now we have season passes for next year for more "free" visits. Think of the possiblilties, though. Date night? You know, next year...
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
What would you have thought?
I thought he was saying no. Especially when he took a long time turning off the alarm and so didn't come back out.
So after waiting a moment I stuffed as much as I could into the diaper bag and slung it over my shoulder and, with cold raindrops pricking me on the back between the bottom of my t-shirt and the top of my not-mom-jeans (thank you very much), unbuckled Lulu and got her most of the way out of the car before DH reappeared and said, "I'll get her," in a tone that implied he had intended to all along. Um, now? Really? It's a little late. Then we said this:
DH: I was coming to get her.
MN: It didn't sound like it.
DH: Do you want me to get her?
MN: It's kind of late now.
DH: Did you really think I wasn't coming to get her?
MN: You said, 'I have the keys!' and disappeared. What was I supposed to think?
That went on for a little longer, but you get the picture. Don't we sound like a smart, loving couple? Poor Lulu.
On the plus side, Lulu doesn't go to school on Thursday and so they won't be calling me about the blisters and rash, which would reappear if she had school today for sure. And she can go with me and get my other problem taken care of. I was able to drink coffee even though I didn't eat anything with it. DH can wear two socks again. And Pete will be happy because not visiting TG this weekend means that we can use our discount coupons and go to Carowinds, probably, and we still get to see TG and Meme later. And I don't have to finish all the laundry today so I can pack tomorrow. And we'll have more time to clean up the house before Moomie comes on Tuesday to watch the girls while DH and I meet with Pete's teacher to hear how smart she is. And DH can go to work on Monday (woo-hoo for DH!). So it's not all storm clouds and umbrellas.
Hey, did the Red Sox win last night?
Oh, and by the way, I don't mind the literal rain.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
There was one time when I screwed up and when I admitted that I'd made a mistake, I got fired three days later (after I worked my bumbum off fixing the problem). I don't think they're going to fire Lulu from her preschool, but I don't want to be that person again who everyone looks at with blame because they admitted to something. Especially since she was cleared by the nurse to go back, and whoever gets it next could have gotten it anywhere, and I tried to do the right thing by mentioning it, and then I called the doctor when they asked and didn't argue, and I would have gone and gotten her if they'd asked me to, even though it was unnecessary, and wouldn't have let on how irritated that would have made me. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything...
Anyhow. Lulu is better.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
And Pete said, "Bob the Boss?" Giggle.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Will I watch the World Series? I dunno. We'll see. But Go Red Sox! even if I don't.
Oh, by the way. "Pete Says:" tomorrow will be related to all this in a way. Check it out.
(Bert is the elephant.)
Friday, October 19, 2007
*I'm not lying about the rain. It really is rainy today. And it's supposed to be for most of the day. The reason? Pete's school has a field trip today to pick pumpkins and will be outside all day.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
SO - as soon as they evaluate her the next time, which I hope will be next week (and should have been yesterday), she will be officially done with the Beginner classes. My big girl? She's an ADVANCED swimmer now.
But it's kind of cool, too.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
He's not unused to me walking around half-awake talking about things that only I can see, like slugs on the baby swing or Rolie Polie Olie on the windowsill or that time I had us both out of bed because I was sure there was a frog coming out of a box on my pillow. But what does he think of it? That's what I want to know...
When Pete was almost two, Pete and Pete's mom were looking at a book about Santa Claus that Pete's grandma had given Pete. Pete stopped on one page for a long time and then said, "Santa look like Daddy!" And when Pete's mom looked she saw that it was true: that particular picture of Santa did look like Pete's dad if Pete's dad had a white beard, etc.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Okay. Here's what happened:
For someone who "doesn't work," I was actually busy last week! I ran around all day, every day, except for Monday, which is when I did the grocery shopping and laundry so I guess I wasn't actually idle that day. First, I had to help host a parent coffee with the principal at Pete's school (Lulu helped) and then the next day I had an appointment with my neurologist which was followed by a morning of reading with the kids in Pete's class (very rewarding, by the way, and I got to hear Pete read - she's very different at school!) and then the next day I had to stuff folders and sort books for Pete's class (Lulu helped with that one too) and then the next day I spent the morning in the media center (at Pete's school) counting books. How high did you count on Friday? I counted to 1059! And then I wished I had a media center card because I saw a bunch of books I wanted to check out. It was cool because every day, when I signed out in the office, I was able to tell the secretary, "See you tomorrow!" Well, except for Friday... And that doesn't even include the swimming and piano lessons and Lulu-being-sick stuff, and Husbandguy's injury. I'm not so busy this week. I have two things to do at the school, but they're both on the same day. It's almost like having "a Real Job." You know?
So, sorry for the neglect. It was hard enough to find time to play WebKinz!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Four Jobs I've Had:
2. Sandwich Maker (twice)
3. Admin Assistant
4. Sales Assistant (yeah, huh, it's different from #3!)
Four people who e-mail me: (regularly)
2. The Grandpa
4. The PTA board
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Chocolate-covered strawberries
2. Capellini bolognese
3. Chocolate cake
4. Pollo Fundido
Four places I would rather be right now
1. New England - anywhere in NE
2. The Grandpa & Meme's new house
3. Shopping with Moomie
4. Maine (I know it's in New England, but I'd really like to be there)
Four people I think will respond
*I'm skipping this one and adding...
Four books I love:
1. A Prayer for Owen Meany
2. Little Women
3. Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne)
4. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (#6)
Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Ever After
2. Disney's The Sword in the Stone
3. ...um... I'm not a big movie person...
4. Disney's The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
Four Places I have lived:
2. New Hampshire
3. Boston (for a summer)
Four TV Shows I watch:
2. The Soup
3. Monk & Psych (they count as one)
4. ...um... DH likes NCIS and I watch it with him
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
(Pete's mom had forgotten it there when Pete's mom had come home from shopping earlier.)
Monday, October 1, 2007
So, are you wondering how the sleepover went? It was a ton of fun!! And everyone slept! Eventually. We did a bunch of cool stuff: met The Grandpa for dinner, played in the play area at the mall (Husbandguy's idea) until some kid threw up and they had to shut it down, read Ginger's book that she brought and then read Pete's book that she picked out, had cinnamon rolls for breakfast (Ginger got to choose) (my 90 minute dinner rolls recipe makes pretty good cinnamon rolls in a pinch, btw), played outside... Lulu also had fun when the big girls let her play with them. At one point, Ginger said to me, "This play date is more fun than I thought it was going to be." I thought that was a nice thing to say, if a little backward. I feel kind of bad because I think Ginger was supposed to have a piano lesson while she was here, but I didn't know at first because there was some confusion earlier in the week about lessons and VW just dropped her off on Friday and I didn't get to talk to her, and then we ran out of time. I think everyone's priority was having fun and a piano lesson would have been a downer so I don't think it was missed. Still, though... Oh! And I was right. Kids are different when their parents aren't around. Or maybe it's my kid who's different when Ginger's parents aren't around... Well, no matter, the girls got along great. The only tense moments happened when they were hungry, which is totally understandable!
And Ginger's got a fantastic imagination and is a wonderful storyteller. While we were waiting for the rolls to be done, she told me about a "dream" she'd had that night. I think she might have been making it up on the spot because her description was very detailed, but it was a great story. I was impressed by the structure. Plus, Lulu turned into a little T-Rex in it, which made a cute picture in my head.
So we had fun. And, like I said, everyone slept. Which won't happen in a couple of years, I know.
Friday, September 28, 2007
So the nurse asked all these questions, "Does she have any physical tics?" "Has she shown signs of seizure?" "How is the mobility in her neck?" etc. Then she transferred me to the appointment line. But here's the thing. She didn't tell me why we needed to make an appointment, and I didn't think to ask until the appointment lady picked up (I couldn't have made an appointment then anyway because all they were scheduling then were morning appointments and Pete is on a field trip and won't be back until lunchtime). Oh! So I apologized and hung up and called Husbandguy who was very nice and seemed to be thinking straighter than Low-Blood-Sugar Bad Mom and he said, "Call the nurse back," and didn't say, "Duh!" And I did (call the nurse). But first I made myself some chocolate milk, which helped a lot.
So Pete's got an appointment this afternoon with her actual doctor, not just whoever is first available, and it is early enough that she might even get here before Ginger (she might not if she was coming on the bus). DH is going to take her. DH and I are thinking that it's probably nothing because we're her parents and don't want it to be something. I'll let you know what they say.
Oh! I just remembered something that might be important! I have to call DH and remind him to mention her sleepwalking...
This particular friend, Ginger, is someone Pete frequently clashes with. For some reason they are very competitive with each other. Pete has a tendency to be mean when she's annoyed, which obviously hurts Ginger's feelings. And Ginger is prone to tattling on Pete, which can also be hard to deal with. So we've talked to Pete about being nice to her friend, and if Ginger feels the need to tattle, we're going to be sure we have the whole story and help the girls deal with it themselves. And we're not going to play board games. That's a good game plan, right? Plus, kids are always different when their parents aren't around.
I do want Ginger to have a good time, for sure, and also I want to get some sleep...
Wish me luck!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Last night, though, Pete started with another new teacher. It was our choice to switch again because we were having trouble getting to her class on time. And I am SOOOOO glad we did. Her newest teacher had been at Family Swim Night last Friday and had seen Pete swimming and had been very impressed and apparently remembered. Husbandguy, who took Pete to her lesson, said the teacher had Pete and her classmate swimming pretty much the whole width of the pool, which she had been doing during the summer but hadn't been challenged to do in a month. And DH said she did "awesome." That's really what he said. And Pete seemed very proud of herself.
Hooray for the new teacher! Hooray for Pete! Now we're finally getting Nana and PopPop's money's-worth again.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Okay, I know the little time stamp at the bottom of this post says it's only a little after 10:30, but really it's almost noon. And guess what's cooking in the crock pot. NOTHING!! Jeez! What's the matter with me? All I have to do is put Pete on the bus, then come inside and throw the meat and some sauce in the crock pot, plug it in, and turn it on. Nope. Can't do it. Apparently it's too much work to remember it.
I think I'll cook it today anyway while I'm thinking about it. Then we can eat it tomorrow and I won't have to remember anything.