This is later, so this must be the more...
Got the new glasses, they sucked. Being plastic frames instead of the kind that have little feet to hold them on your nose, despite the fact that I think I look pretty damn nerdy-cool, I hate them with a passion that I have rarely felt for anything in my entire life. Because they're so close to my eyes that my lashes rub on them and I have to clean them every 15 minutes. So, I made a wallpaper for my 'puter desktop reminding me to return them before the 30 days are up, and got a new pair at Costco for half the price. They're pretty nerdy-cool, too. And my so huge I look like a blind person in a 70's movie sunglasses were in, too.
Younger Son got over his ick. Saturday, I fell down. Monday, Elder son got a WHAMMO of an ick that actually had my incredibly kinetic kid just lying limply on the couch for two days, and he completely lost his voice. This was a big frustration for my chatterbox. So, I've got an impending party for huge hordes of kids, a busted foot, and an incredibly sick kid staying home from school for 3 days. [sigh]
On Tuesday, I get the call saying the ankle's not broken, just really fucked, ice, elevate, rest. Yah, okay. I'll tell Younger Son to just chill out for a while cuz Mommy's owie. And his favorite thing lately is to ride on our feet like horseys. The foot is now covered with incredible multi-colored bruises, including really gross ones on my toes that Hubbie says make it look like the toes are going to fall off.
Younger Son's talking is really picking up, and he's doing recognizable "cold" and "eye" for his latest words - though he won't do them for anyone but me. Heh. His most common is "I did it" which is incredibly cute, and often accompanied by clapping. The BEST one was after he pissed on the floor, he said, "I did pee pee!"
Dad's screwy work schedule is still screwy, since his newly hired replacement just got a much better paying job, and turned in his notice, so now Daddy's gonna go back to full time. ['nother sigh]
So prep for Elder Son's party is all erratic, with it being worked on mostly by Daddy when he can. I ice, elevate, rest, and feel like a dumbass for forgetting how many steps down it is to our garage. I make lots of lists, and panic about how many kids are coming.
On Thursday, Elder Son goes back to school, and I manage with the Younger. Friday, most of the serious room-clearing for the party is finalized, but a serious oversight is made: food prep!
That night, in addition to Elder Son still banging out some hideous coughs now and then, Younger Son starts barking like a seal - Croup! Well, okay, we don't need to worry about a costume for him, tomorrow.
For some reason, Daddy stays up all night between Friday and Sat, but we start to pull things together.
Sis-in-law shows up and helps with decorations. Luckily, I have anally printed out all recipes, the schedule for the party, and a list of things yet to do.
We still didn't have the food ready when the party started, and I wasn't even down there when kids started showing up, because I was upstairs trying to get poor sick baby to go back to sleep. When I finally gave up on it, I bellowed over the baby monitor that I needed to confer with Dad. He sent me down to get stuff moving, and I got caught up in organizing the food (finally) being done by some TOTALLY AWESOME parents, starting the kids on the first activity, and trying to get the dry ice to make the swamp punch look more spooky. I, Daddy, and Sis-in-Law took turns hanging out with Younger Son up in isolation. Feh.
I was on my feet all day, cuz I am, again, a dumbass, but the party went pretty darn well, I think. We had enough activities that it kept moving (painting little pumpkins, put your hand in and feel the gross stuff, a throwing yarn spiderweb game, a stomping balloons game, cupcakes, and a pinata), and there weren't any judgmental parents in attendance - most of 'em just dropped off the kids, despite never having met us which I think is just fucking weird.
THANK GOD for Sis-in-law, for a Hubbie who is so incredibly good with kids, and for helpful and positive parents.
And you wanna know the weirdest thing? After it was all wrapped up, popped balloons picked up, trash gathered, kids kinda fed actual food, and me and sick baby ready to collapse, Hubbie and Elder Son went to someone else's party and stayed until 10:30! Completely fucking nutso.
Younger Son got over his ick. Saturday, I fell down. Monday, Elder son got a WHAMMO of an ick that actually had my incredibly kinetic kid just lying limply on the couch for two days, and he completely lost his voice. This was a big frustration for my chatterbox. So, I've got an impending party for huge hordes of kids, a busted foot, and an incredibly sick kid staying home from school for 3 days. [sigh]
On Tuesday, I get the call saying the ankle's not broken, just really fucked, ice, elevate, rest. Yah, okay. I'll tell Younger Son to just chill out for a while cuz Mommy's owie. And his favorite thing lately is to ride on our feet like horseys. The foot is now covered with incredible multi-colored bruises, including really gross ones on my toes that Hubbie says make it look like the toes are going to fall off.
Younger Son's talking is really picking up, and he's doing recognizable "cold" and "eye" for his latest words - though he won't do them for anyone but me. Heh. His most common is "I did it" which is incredibly cute, and often accompanied by clapping. The BEST one was after he pissed on the floor, he said, "I did pee pee!"
Dad's screwy work schedule is still screwy, since his newly hired replacement just got a much better paying job, and turned in his notice, so now Daddy's gonna go back to full time. ['nother sigh]
So prep for Elder Son's party is all erratic, with it being worked on mostly by Daddy when he can. I ice, elevate, rest, and feel like a dumbass for forgetting how many steps down it is to our garage. I make lots of lists, and panic about how many kids are coming.
On Thursday, Elder Son goes back to school, and I manage with the Younger. Friday, most of the serious room-clearing for the party is finalized, but a serious oversight is made: food prep!
That night, in addition to Elder Son still banging out some hideous coughs now and then, Younger Son starts barking like a seal - Croup! Well, okay, we don't need to worry about a costume for him, tomorrow.
For some reason, Daddy stays up all night between Friday and Sat, but we start to pull things together.
Sis-in-law shows up and helps with decorations. Luckily, I have anally printed out all recipes, the schedule for the party, and a list of things yet to do.
We still didn't have the food ready when the party started, and I wasn't even down there when kids started showing up, because I was upstairs trying to get poor sick baby to go back to sleep. When I finally gave up on it, I bellowed over the baby monitor that I needed to confer with Dad. He sent me down to get stuff moving, and I got caught up in organizing the food (finally) being done by some TOTALLY AWESOME parents, starting the kids on the first activity, and trying to get the dry ice to make the swamp punch look more spooky. I, Daddy, and Sis-in-Law took turns hanging out with Younger Son up in isolation. Feh.
I was on my feet all day, cuz I am, again, a dumbass, but the party went pretty darn well, I think. We had enough activities that it kept moving (painting little pumpkins, put your hand in and feel the gross stuff, a throwing yarn spiderweb game, a stomping balloons game, cupcakes, and a pinata), and there weren't any judgmental parents in attendance - most of 'em just dropped off the kids, despite never having met us which I think is just fucking weird.
THANK GOD for Sis-in-law, for a Hubbie who is so incredibly good with kids, and for helpful and positive parents.
And you wanna know the weirdest thing? After it was all wrapped up, popped balloons picked up, trash gathered, kids kinda fed actual food, and me and sick baby ready to collapse, Hubbie and Elder Son went to someone else's party and stayed until 10:30! Completely fucking nutso.