A little look back at September via Facebook… (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
George: Dad, why is juggling free?
George: Why is juggling free?
Chris: Juggling is what?
George: FREE! Why is juggling FREE?
Chris: I have no idea what you are talking about.
George: Why is juggling FREE balls? WHY FREE?
I’m dying. And kind of expecting to hear from the speech therapist at school this year…
First day of school for Fairfax County. And this is the BEST picture they were willing to give me.
….but this is all they really wanted to do.
This of course is my favorite since it looks the most like them.
So Alan Thicke has tweeted his dismissive attitude about the outrage over his son Robin and Miley Cyrus giving that controversial performance at the VMAs. But I wonder – am I the only one who really wants to know what Jason Seaver would think of all of this?
“Dad! I’m half Italian, half Arizona and half American.”
George has really gotten into genealogy lately.
Shopping at the Gap…
Eleanor: Mommy! You keep running off.
I’m telling you…take your eyes off me for a second and I’m GONE.
The shoes Eleanor picked out are so hideous, they are kind of awesome. Also? They light up.
Me: Honey, can you get me a glass of wine?
Eleanor: And can I have some water?
Chris: What – do I look like a waiter to you two?
Me: Oh I’m sorry, I know it must be really hard having to run around doing things for me all day…cleaning up after me…keeping me organized…
Eleanor: That’s not really real. Mommy does all the work.
That’s my girl!
Some blues singer named Kermit on the Travel channel is cooking roasted raccoon (a Bayou thing?). RACCOON?! I can barely think about what sausage is. “Roasted raccoon” has scarred me for life.
And now Hotel Impossible is on the Travel Channel. Chris hasn’t changed it yet. I just asked, “honey – WHY are you watching hotels? You like cooking, sports and ghosts. Not hotels.” Speaking of ghosts – have you seen The Dead Files with the detective and the medium? OMG! Also – I CAN’T WAIT for The Mindy Project premier next week.
Last week I reprimanded the kids for not eating the lunches I packed for them. This week, their lunchboxes are coming home suspiciously EMPTY. Hmmmm…
So I just took Alice out for a quick walk on this hot, sunny day, and we both jumped at the unexpected sound of a LOUD clap of thunder. More accurately, I was slightly startled and Alice jumped out of her skin, turning around in circles all, “WTF was THAT?!” Then I knew I have become one of THOSE dog owners because my first thought was “OMG that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen – I have to put that FB.” Okay – maybe I’m not quite there yet…it’s not like I Instagrammed it. And speaking of dogs… If YOU happen to be one of THOSE dog people, I saw that Chicken Soup for the Soul has a new story call out for a book titled, “The Dog Did WHAT?!” If you have a good story – consider submitting an essay! I’m going to skip this one since all I could come up with was that time Alice puked in my lap while I was driving the twins to camp. Don’t think it’s a winner. P.S. There are several other book titles if you don’t have a good dog story (for example, “The Cat Did WHAT?!”)
For a while now, I’ve jokingly referred to Oliver as “the unintentional vegetarian,” since he doesn’t like meat. Stopped eating it a few years ago – and without any agenda, just finds it unappealing.
Chris decided to roast a chicken, which we rarely do, and when Oliver saw it on the platter he was horrified. It was only when I noticed a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks that I got concerned. He was VERY upset about us eating “the turkey.” I told him that it wasn’t a turkey, it was a chicken (I know…) and (surprise!) this didn’t help. He said that “chickens are for pecking not for eating.”
Not exactly sure where we go from here… But I CAN’T WAIT for Thanksgiving!
First apology note to a teacher this year! “Der Mis. Datu, I soory foor beying rood. Luv, George“
In a parking garage…
Me: Oliver – do you want to take the stairs or the elevator?
Oliver: Why don’t I go down the stairs and you can take the…
Me: We’ll BOTH go down the stairs.
Just gave Oliver new shoes. He immediately told me that the right shoe’s name was “Barney.” Then he became very concerned about his old shoes’ feelings on being replaced. God bless his gentle soul…but really, this is taking the personification a bit too far…
So it’s normal to have a glass of wine before back to school night, right? Like last year, I’ll have to be in three different classrooms at the same time… End game: set up back-to-back parent-teacher conference appointments and avoid any volunteer assignments that involve scissors and glue. Wish me luck!
At bedtime, Eleanor usually asks me to lie down with her for a while so she can talk to me about all of her “stuff” – what she wants for her birthday, why she was grumpy this morning, who Alice loves best in the family, how she only wants to have dogs and horses when she grows up because having babies is too much work… As I was leaving her room tonight, the following conversation took place:
Me: What is it honey?
George: Why do you always spend so much time talking to Eleanor and not to Oliver and me?
Me: (climbing into bed with him) I will ALWAYS talk to you if you want to talk to me. What do you want to talk about?
George: (long pause) You know? Venomous snakes? Have venom in their TEETH!
Me: George – you are very special to me.
George: So’s you.
I love my boys.
I just said, “I don’t like that language!” to my kids and internally cringed as I heard my pre-teen self respond, “what? ENGLISH?” Sigh.
I just made an someecard! This is what happens when I drink wine and pretend to work…
And here is one for those of you who have sons. Warning: this may become my new hobby…
For everyone who spent the weekend catering to their children’s needs (I told you. New hobby.)
I found a small tortoise shell circle on my dog walk today. Handed it to Eleanor and asked if she could find a use for it. She looked it over carefully and then exclaimed, “oh yes! I know exactly what I can do with it!” She ran upstairs for a minute and then came down with a little box, “I’ll just put it in here where I keep itty bitty things.” And THIS is when I know she is MY daughter.
Waiting at the dermatologist with George for something minor. Luckily, this exam room offers LOTS of informative pamphlets for our entertainment. He found one on acne for me. Also Restylane. Now I get to explain the melanoma removal surgery that’s playing on the video monitor. Awesome.
What a coincidence! When I arrived at school to pick up George for his dermatologist appointment, he was already in the office…because he was acting up in class.
This wasn’t a huge surprise. Just a few hours earlier, the school counselor called to tell me he’d be participating in one of her groups for kids with impulse control issues. Bumping into him as he was marched to the principal’s office was the obvious continuation of that story….
On the upside, it was good timing.
Second apology note to a teacher this year! Same kid, different teacher. “Der Mistr Robinsin, I em sore beying rood. I wil be betr in klas. Luv, George“
Chris is watching TV – but this is what I get to experience every night while I’m trying to sleep (emphasis on “trying”).
Finally watching the Parenthood premier and BEST LINE from new dad, Crosby: “I’m sure you are going to be the best thing that ever happened to me someday, but right now I really hate you.“
Is there anything more precious than a sleeping child?