Has anyone seen May? I think I missed it.
Time flies when you're having fun! Or when you're diligently burning your candle at both ends for a few weeks straight.
It was a crazy day! Subdivision yard sales, purged lots of stuff, received lots of sweaty paper and jingly coins in return. And also a horrible sunburn. Brad is on nights this weekend, so I sailed the yard solo. It meant that I couldn't really take a pee break, and also that when I recognized the need for sunblock, it was too late. Payment for my oversight will be days in the making, hopefully not too many.
I'm a Mom. I put sunblock on other people, but usually forget to "do me". Probably because I'm back to the first kid, layering on the OFF! Skintastic insect spray. My kids will probably start to glow faintly in a few years, but they're safe enough from malaria or West Nile. Life is about trade-offs : )
I asked Aidan if he'd like to go to the park and then get milkshakes. He said yes to the park "but only if we go to that green one" and no to the milkshake because "guys need to say when they had enough", whatever that means *confused*
While we were getting ready to leave, Aidan opened the basement door for Ellia and I got to hear the unmistakable and heart-stopping sound of a 1 year old falling down a flight of stairs... I ran down them like my life depended on it, which it did because I would probably die of grief if anything happened to one of my monsters. She was sitting at the bottom crying a little and looking more surprised than anything, really. After a minute of snuggling she wanted down to play, so we sat down and I inspected every inch of her and then did it again and then once more just to be sure. She got angry and annoyed and then walked off and played with blocks while I cried a little and took deep breaths. Not a bruise or scratch on her, just a little redness on the backs of the thighs which is gone already. Looks like she just bounced/slid down on her tushie.
I keep stopping every hour or so to thank God for wrapping her in angel bubble-wrap and to hug her close. Pretty sure I'll wake up with white hair tomorrow, I feel 100 years old.
Since everything seemed to be fine (other than, you know, my heart attack), we went ahead with the park. Aidan tried to kill me again by climbing 10 feet up a rock climbing tower and then standing on top and leaning over. He did a great job and I'm SO proud of him for being brave and coordinated (unlike Mommy), but it seriously taxes my nerves to watch my 3 year old laugh in the face of death. Or broken bones. Or sprains... I don't ever discourage him, because I'm a ginormous weenie and feel like it really holds me back as an adult, so if he wants to climb the rock wall, he can do it. But I stand directly underneath him the whole time, just in case, and have indigestion.
All in all, it was fun! We checked out the new pond, watched frogs, picked flowers, pushed Ya-ya on the swing, ran around hollering, all the good stuff. Then, as we were leaving, Aidan says "now we go get shakes!" and I reminded him that he said he didn't want a shake because he'd had enough. He replies with "well, now I don't have enough so we have to get shakes. BIIIIIIG ones."
So predictable, my wee Chubba : )
We're home now and everyone made it to bed in record time. Possibly because I mentioned something about monsters that came for little kids that aren't ready for bed by the time baby sister finishes her bottle...
Don't get all judgy on me : P I've been up for 16 hours on less than 4 of sleep, lifted many heavy boxes, had a near-death experience and vaguely resemble a lobster. If tall tales were lethal to children, Grandpa would have killed me well before Kindergarten.
He told us that Gatorade is made from freeze-dried alligator powder, which was highly suspect to me even at the tender age of 8 or so. He also told me that soy sauce is made from little brown soy fish, which are held over bottles and squeezed until all of the juice comes out. Apparently, it's salty because the soy fish lives in the ocean... That one was tough because there was a lot of back-story involving the types of boats used and areas where the soy fish were harvested. I can still remember staring at LaChoy soy sauce on the pantry shelf and thinking "that's all the blood and goo they squished from dozens of soy fish. barf!" and wondering if he was messing with me again or if it was the real deal. I tried to find out about soy sauce manufacturing from the Encyclopedia Britannica, but since the Britannians were silent on that subject I suffered many long years of sadness over the oppressed soy fish before figuring it out.
See, didn't kill me. Made me think critically, do research, empathize with a fellow creature and it makes a pretty funny story now that I'm an old fart. All good!
Going to shower and finish watching "X-Files: I Want to Believe", which is totally awesome and makes me even more eager to hang my Mulder and Scully poster in the new family room *squee*
Last night I watched "The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus" starring Heath Ledger. It's one that was filming when he passed away, and they did an excellent job of finishing the film and adapting the story and his role with other actors. I recommend it! Kind of a dark modern fairy tale, gives you that "Did I just use heavy narcotics?" feeling akin to watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, only twice as much. Or more. : )
Going! Doing Census work tomorrow and have one certifiable loon to visit yet again... wish me luck. I have pepper spray, and I will be carrying it in my hand for this one, appearances be damned.
p.s. I'm discovering that Aidan is really into "The Cure" and "Rancid". He gets REALLY upset when I skip songs on my current mix cd. His faves seem to be "Why Can't I Be You", "Hot, Hot, Hot" and "Time Bomb". How cool is that?
It was a crazy day! Subdivision yard sales, purged lots of stuff, received lots of sweaty paper and jingly coins in return. And also a horrible sunburn. Brad is on nights this weekend, so I sailed the yard solo. It meant that I couldn't really take a pee break, and also that when I recognized the need for sunblock, it was too late. Payment for my oversight will be days in the making, hopefully not too many.
I'm a Mom. I put sunblock on other people, but usually forget to "do me". Probably because I'm back to the first kid, layering on the OFF! Skintastic insect spray. My kids will probably start to glow faintly in a few years, but they're safe enough from malaria or West Nile. Life is about trade-offs : )
I asked Aidan if he'd like to go to the park and then get milkshakes. He said yes to the park "but only if we go to that green one" and no to the milkshake because "guys need to say when they had enough", whatever that means *confused*
While we were getting ready to leave, Aidan opened the basement door for Ellia and I got to hear the unmistakable and heart-stopping sound of a 1 year old falling down a flight of stairs... I ran down them like my life depended on it, which it did because I would probably die of grief if anything happened to one of my monsters. She was sitting at the bottom crying a little and looking more surprised than anything, really. After a minute of snuggling she wanted down to play, so we sat down and I inspected every inch of her and then did it again and then once more just to be sure. She got angry and annoyed and then walked off and played with blocks while I cried a little and took deep breaths. Not a bruise or scratch on her, just a little redness on the backs of the thighs which is gone already. Looks like she just bounced/slid down on her tushie.
I keep stopping every hour or so to thank God for wrapping her in angel bubble-wrap and to hug her close. Pretty sure I'll wake up with white hair tomorrow, I feel 100 years old.
Since everything seemed to be fine (other than, you know, my heart attack), we went ahead with the park. Aidan tried to kill me again by climbing 10 feet up a rock climbing tower and then standing on top and leaning over. He did a great job and I'm SO proud of him for being brave and coordinated (unlike Mommy), but it seriously taxes my nerves to watch my 3 year old laugh in the face of death. Or broken bones. Or sprains... I don't ever discourage him, because I'm a ginormous weenie and feel like it really holds me back as an adult, so if he wants to climb the rock wall, he can do it. But I stand directly underneath him the whole time, just in case, and have indigestion.
All in all, it was fun! We checked out the new pond, watched frogs, picked flowers, pushed Ya-ya on the swing, ran around hollering, all the good stuff. Then, as we were leaving, Aidan says "now we go get shakes!" and I reminded him that he said he didn't want a shake because he'd had enough. He replies with "well, now I don't have enough so we have to get shakes. BIIIIIIG ones."
So predictable, my wee Chubba : )
We're home now and everyone made it to bed in record time. Possibly because I mentioned something about monsters that came for little kids that aren't ready for bed by the time baby sister finishes her bottle...
Don't get all judgy on me : P I've been up for 16 hours on less than 4 of sleep, lifted many heavy boxes, had a near-death experience and vaguely resemble a lobster. If tall tales were lethal to children, Grandpa would have killed me well before Kindergarten.
He told us that Gatorade is made from freeze-dried alligator powder, which was highly suspect to me even at the tender age of 8 or so. He also told me that soy sauce is made from little brown soy fish, which are held over bottles and squeezed until all of the juice comes out. Apparently, it's salty because the soy fish lives in the ocean... That one was tough because there was a lot of back-story involving the types of boats used and areas where the soy fish were harvested. I can still remember staring at LaChoy soy sauce on the pantry shelf and thinking "that's all the blood and goo they squished from dozens of soy fish. barf!" and wondering if he was messing with me again or if it was the real deal. I tried to find out about soy sauce manufacturing from the Encyclopedia Britannica, but since the Britannians were silent on that subject I suffered many long years of sadness over the oppressed soy fish before figuring it out.
See, didn't kill me. Made me think critically, do research, empathize with a fellow creature and it makes a pretty funny story now that I'm an old fart. All good!
Going to shower and finish watching "X-Files: I Want to Believe", which is totally awesome and makes me even more eager to hang my Mulder and Scully poster in the new family room *squee*
Last night I watched "The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus" starring Heath Ledger. It's one that was filming when he passed away, and they did an excellent job of finishing the film and adapting the story and his role with other actors. I recommend it! Kind of a dark modern fairy tale, gives you that "Did I just use heavy narcotics?" feeling akin to watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, only twice as much. Or more. : )
Going! Doing Census work tomorrow and have one certifiable loon to visit yet again... wish me luck. I have pepper spray, and I will be carrying it in my hand for this one, appearances be damned.
p.s. I'm discovering that Aidan is really into "The Cure" and "Rancid". He gets REALLY upset when I skip songs on my current mix cd. His faves seem to be "Why Can't I Be You", "Hot, Hot, Hot" and "Time Bomb". How cool is that?