We have a playdate in half an hour. Approximately one hour ago I was getting myself dressed and thinking how nice it was that the children play so well together that I can leave them in the living room. Then I came out to get a load of laundry done and to get them dressed. And I entered Chaos.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I came home from work last night and ripped the wallpaper behind the fridge and above the cabinets on the last wall that needed to be done. I finished up at 10:30ish. And then I saw this:
We've been doing pretty crappy with our letters of the week. Partly because I've been doing the wallpaper. But I've also been focusing more on his social development and playdates and things like that. And he's been spelling a lot each time he insists on checking his e-mail. He's doing a lot of things on his own now--playdough, making cards for people with happy face balloons and scribbles that say "Hi Dear [name] I love you." So he's still learning.
I've been presented with an opportunity at work. To do less of it. It would be easier for the schedule if I worked less. And we know it would be easier for me... originally I thought I would need the money of two nights a week. But how many nights have I missed??? And I haven't made any of that time up so clearly I can do without it. I'm sure Vader would appreciate having another night to stay late at work. I need to talk to him tonight but I think I can sell him on it particularly when he realizes how much time I've had to take off since I started back here. It's been A LOT.
I have been helping people all night long. Reading list books. SRP questions. There is a karaoke program going on down the hall. I missed last summer because I was having that baby. So this is the first summer for me of teen programming that I'm not a part of. Feels kind of weird.... and relaxing. :-)
I have a crapload of cleaning to do before our playdate tomorrow. I'm not going crazy though since everything is going to be covered in dust next week anyway. It'll be more of a straightening up than a cleaning. We have to get everything out of the kitchen and living room this weekend. Won't that be fun? I also have to pack for the 3 of us.
Just for fun:
Holy crapcakes it's busy. I leave you with this-- a little boy who used to come in a long time ago and is a bit off his rocker just told me all about Dale Earnhardt and then asked me how the husband was. I said good. He said "And the kid?" I said, "I have two now." He said "Two? Adoption?" I said no, He said "both born?" (What the hell??) I said "yup." He says "That husband is one lucky sonofagun, If it wasn't for him I would have gotten to you!" and proceeds to tell me how he will strangle god when he "gets up there" because of this. Good times, yo.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I'm done now. No more surgeries please. kthxbye.
Monday, June 23, 2008
That is the sound my back is making. But it is worth it.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Remember yesterday I mentioned SkyWalker stabbed himself and was oozing blood? This morning I'm nursing the Princess and he's laying on my legs because that's what he does and he says:
"I need to clean the big mess in my bathroom from when I got the tylenol."
I said "huh?"
He said "My finger hurt so I got the tylenol."
I said "If you think you need tylenol you ask Mommy and Daddy. And even if you could get it you couldn't open it."
He said " Yes, I oped it!"
I say "What??" thinking he's full of crap.
When I'm done with the Princess I go in the bathroom. The infant motrin is there in the sink. Unopened. The children's tylenol is on the counter. Opened. I said "Did you take some??" He said "Yes. 3" He clarified that he put a little bit in the cup but that he did that more than once, possibly 3 times. He did this sometime last night so I think if he was going to get sick it would have happened by now. All of the medicine is on the very top shelf of the medicine cabinet. He climbed on the sink in order to get it. So now I'll have to take all of that out and put it in some type of closed container and put it in the top of the bathroom closet so that he can't get to it. Luckily he is not a wild child who would drink the whole thing. But it's still pretty scary. Particularly since he left it out and had he not told me the Princess would have crawled in there and she WOULD have taken the whole thing.
Good times. Not.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Highlights from today's baby playdate:
Thursday, June 19, 2008
How's this for coincidence? Last year I bought Vader a Mini iPod for the hell of it. I only bought the mini because that's what I could afford. The other night he asked if there was a way to make it bigger. Tee-hee. Like software that would expand it. You know what I did. I bought him an 80G Classic. It came yesterday and SkyWalker and I drooled over it because we just have a 30G. I've noticed some odd behavior from my iPod lately. Today the date/time was wrong and I watched the full battery drain in a minute or 2. Yup, I need a new battery. If I was mean I'd keep the 80G and give Vader my 30G and let him get a battery. But I'm not mean. I'm going to get a battery and kit to do it myself and if I kill the iPod ... I have a birthday coming up.
We went to the foot doctor again on Tuesday. The X-ray came back normal. He suspects that I'm holding my foot wrong when I walk so instead of the ace bandage I was wearing they made a new one that will give more support to the bottom of my foot. And he wants to see me again in 3 weeks. Good times.
The Princess is not only crawling up the stairs, she is now going down. She crawls up while holding on to the pipe-railing we have (a series of pipes between the upper banister and the bottom so that tiny heads cannot get squeezed into it and also so little hands can reach a railing), and then she climbs down a few steps, and then climbs back up a few and then back down a few so that every trip takes twice as long. If I pick her up there is much drama. She's getting good practice going down the stairs though. She's not doing the butt-thing that most kids do. It's hilarious. She won't walk by herself but give her something to climb and she's all over it. I have a feeling in the fall she will be the one doing gymnastics when big brother is in preschool.
I've contemplated taking them both to swimming classes at the Y. I think SkyWalker would benefit from it and I KNOW the Princess would love it. The only thing stopping me is that I would have to pay the sign up fee again since I quit years ago, I would have to pay the monthly fee AND the swim fee. At least I think that's what it is. Maybe I should check first. If all I'm doing is swim classes maybe I don't have to pay the monthly charge. That's a lot of money when you add it all up.... and while I think the Princess will be fine because I'll be with her, what if SkyWalker decides he doesn't want to do it after all? That would be all too familiar... I wonder if we can try it out first.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Before the Princess's birthday people asked what we wanted. I had no idea. So we said clothes and some musical things because she is so into music. I'm grateful for everything we received for her, but naturally a month after her birthday there are two things I see she would enjoy. A little bike since she tries to climb on her brother's. And a kitchen set. The two of them had all of my pots and pans out yesterday. She's into all of our cabinets in ways that her brother never was (but now is because of her). I can't keep her away from the stove. When I'm cooking and she's trying to squeeze her way to the oven I can just see a nice kitchen set in the corner with her own cabinets to open and pots to bang. But it's past her birthday and I don't like buying the kids big things without having a real reason.
That is not what I regret.
What I regret is that she is 1 year and 1 month old and I never did her footprint/handprints. Last summer I kept saying "I have to do that, have to do that." It took 3 of us to do SkyWalker's when he was 2 months old. I can't do hers by myself. I couldn't do it last summer and I sure couldn't do it now. I look at her little hands and they've grown so much. She will never be a tiny baby again and I missed that opportunity. I keep saying now that I need to get it done before she gets even bigger... and time just slips away because I never have the help. What makes it worse is that we have somehow lost the little pink sign that the hospital put in her bassinet that had her name and weight and her prints. When I did her scrapbook I confirmed that we just don't have it. So I have nothing. I know I'll get the prints done, but it won't be the same.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I did not nurse the Princess last night.
Friday, June 13, 2008
It's so hard losing a relative or a loved one. It must be a thousand times harder when you see it plastered all over the news. Or hearing about it for the first time on the radio. My heart goes out to Shinesalot and the rest of her husband's family mourning Uncle Tim.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The hideous wallpaper in the kitchen (if you look closely you can see the blue counters):
Before & After:
Even without being painted the walls look so much better without that wallpaper!! I am nowhere near being done in the kitchen though. My goal is to finish that and then have someone else do the rest:
Who puts wallpaper in the shower? Who DOES that kind of thing??
I had to laugh at how many people suggested yellow for our kitchen... When Vader first laughed at light green he said "Well, it's not as bad as yellow." It's going to be fun in my house when we have to make a decision.
We had lunch at the park again. We're enjoying it so much. SkyWalker doesn't really talk to anyone, but he laughs at the other kids and he's not running away from them. He felt comfortable enough to pull his pants down and pee in front of everyone. Twice. The second time his little train buddy stood right next to him and was fascinated with his progress. They looked like they were standing at urinals... in the middle of the grassy park. Good times. We're getting used to going to the park every week. I don't know what we'll do in the winter... I guess go to the library. ;-)
Speaking of which... I try not to talk too much about work because that's not who I am anymore but this just is so overwhelmingly ridiculous... instead of hiring another children's librarian to help do programs and improve services to the town, the board has decided to pay a "guard" to deal with the teenagers who hang out here after school. I'm assuming that's what his responsibilities are but I'm not sure since there still has been NO memo notifying us of who this person is and why he's here. That's another post. Anyway, the town taxpayers are paying this man (a hall monitor from the school) to sit outside the building and sun himself for a few hours. Is that not a colossal waste of money?? A librarian would be working! I am so glad I am not a taxpayer in this town. This in addition to the unnecessary 9-5 hours on Saturdays in the summer... at a time when taxes are going up and up, gas is going up, everything is going up, to be wasting taxpayer money is just so wrong.
We have another playdate at our house tomorrow. I didn't even attempt to clean today since I know it will all be a mess again. I'll do the guest bathroom tonight or tomorrow morning and try to get the kitchen organized, but with two little tornadoes throwing toys around the living room there was no point in doing anything today!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The husband told me last night to start thinking about colors for the kitchen. We're no where near ready for that but it takes
us him a long time to make decisions. I did a little dance inside and started thinking. At bedtime I asked if he wanted to do all one color or to try to separate the dining area of the kitchen from the cooking area. I think that's why there was different wallpaper. He said no, to do it all one color. I mentioned light green. His response? "Are you kidding me? You're joking right? That's ridiculous." He did eventually apologize for his immediate reaction, but his idea of "colors" are white, off-white and beige.
When we moved into the house the only room we painted was our bedroom. White. Before the Princess was born he painted her room. White.
There is one room in the house with color. The living room has some type of rose color that some see as more purplish and some WRONG people see as pink. Anyway, the reason I do not want to have it repainted is because it is the ONLY color in the house and I'm afraid I will wind up with a white living room. I am hoping that Vader's laziness and not wanting to have that repainted will be stronger than his mental institution desires.
I am determined to take control. I am in the house more than he is. I am definitely in the kitchen more since I do all the goddamn cooking. I will have color in my life. So, dear readers. I have light blue counters and wood cabinets. What color would you paint my kitchen?
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Written at 3:30 before Vox died:
No, it's not really that bad.
Added at 5:40:
It continues! 5 minutes before I have to leave for work the phone rings. It's my MIL. Long story short she was calling to tell me she was bringing people to my house. Um. No. You don't do that. So I said "No, you're not." She said "Why not?" Really? Do I have to explain that it is rude to call someone and say "I'm bringing people to your house."? That's bad enough, but at the last minute no less? My house is a mess, my kid is in dirty pajamas, they need to be fed and put to bed early and my husband has to pack. Tonight is not a good night for visitors. Even without a good reason to say no, it's rude for her to not ASK, but to TELL me. Anyway, I get off the phone, Vader tells me *I* was rude. I explain, his voice changes (like he agrees with me) when I say she wanted to bring people over, he asks who, I tell him and it turns out it's relatives from South Carolina. See, she always calls this cousin by her maiden name and then on the phone she used her married name. I thought she wanted to bring church people or neighbors or something ridiculous like that. So he called her back and said okay. And now I'm sure I look rude, but really, wouldn't it have been better to call up and say "Remember so-and-so? She's in town and since you're leaving tomorrow can we come over tonight so she can see the kids?" Wouldn't that have been the polite courteous thing?
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
SkyWalker can add.
Okay, the two numbers have to be 5 or less, but still. If you write 3 + 4 on the board (or say them) he will hold up one hand with 3 fingers and the other with 4 fingers and then count them to make 7. That's pretty damn cool. He has no use for subtraction yet, can't be bothered with it and he doesn't get that he can also do 8 + 2 with his hands, but still, he's 3 1/2.
But we all knew that right?
The jedi and I went to the foot doctor yesterday. He could not replicate the pain there (no surprise. I can't either. It just happens). So I had an x-ray done and will go back in 2 weeks and hopefully the x-ray will give us a clue as to what is wrong with my foot. I am at the point that I can deal with being in pain. Most of being a mom is being in a pain in one way or another, but I don't want to find out 2 years from now that I've been walking around with something really wrong and then I have to get my foot replaced with a robotic one. Actually, that would be cool.
We also went to the state park 5 minutes from my house yesterday for a picnic lunch. They are now on summer hours so it cost us $6 to park! I had planned weekly picnics for my meetup, but I canceled half of them. That's a lot to expect people to pay every week, especially with gas being so high. We still have our weekly lunches at the town park (that draws more people anyway).
We picked up my dress from the tailor today. After I paid I noticed a safety pin at the bottom. I said, "What's the safety pin for?" She looked at it. Looked at her paperwork and then started making one excuse after the other.... she forgot to hem the dress! I could have worked with a loose top, but the floor length dress needed to be knee-length!! We went to the library and wasted an hour while she hemmed it and then picked it. She did not get a tip.
Either Bagel is going to love me or The Nice Librarian is going to hate me. It's a good thing there are 5 weeks in July because I need 3 of them off. We're getting the floors refinished the first week so the kids and I will have to stay on LI. The next week my sister is getting married. And then the last week Shinesalot is coming for a visit and staying at my house. I'm just part-time. It doesn't cost anything to have someone else work for me. I still just feel guilty though. I have to remember all the times the part-timers didn't work when I was full-time.
I just had the loveliest conversation with a friend I usually only talk to online. She actually stayed here way past her leaving time. It reminded me how nice it is to talk to a friend (albeit at work) without interruptions. Well, there were interruptions but they were easily resolved and not of the "I need to poop" or "I want to watch Dora" nature.
I've been working on a potty training bookmark for the new parenting section. I'm prettifying it now. Who would have thought a couple of years ago that I would be doing this? I was THE teen librarian for quite a while. It's so funny how things change.
I had more but I lost it. I need a snacky-snack.
Monday, June 2, 2008
The Princess peed on the potty.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
3 years ago today SkyWalker and I went to the hospital to see just born-Littleman.