Well that was fast. What happened to January? Guess time flies when you’re having fun…or sitting at home with your kids on ANOTHER snow day… Here are the Facebook highlights. (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
January 1, 2015: the day that felt like a Sunday but mocked parents everywhere by only being THURSDAY. #countdowntoschool #it‘snotfestiveanymore #sotired
Just sat down at Adventure Theater to see “Tiny Tim’s Christmas Carol” and as soon as we’re settled, George asks, “mom, can I take my shoes off now?”
“Now,” as opposed to….
Then he looks around at the set and loudly complains, “hey – I thought you said this was going to be a light show!”
Because with a title like “Tiny Tim’s Christmas Carol”….
George is looking particularly anime this morning. (Pictures don’t do the hair justice.)
George: Hey Mom! When I was a baby it was my past, and right now while I’m a kid, it’s my present, and when I’m a grownup it will be my future.
Me: That’s right!
George: So Mom – right now, you are in your future.
Guess that’s it for me…
Starting to work on Listen to Your Mother DC always makes me think about the amazing women in my life who taught me how to be a mother. Primarily MY OWN mother who just turned 70 a couple of days ago. Love this (b-day) picture of her in front of a portrait from her 30s that an artist friend painted (now THERE’S something to add to my bucket list!)
“I will find a school that’s open and drop you off THERE if you can’t stop fighting and entertain yourselves!”
The first of today’s empty threats…
Rainbow endorsement for this morning’s coffee.
Eleanor is playing a kind of magic show game with a friend and Oliver where she changes them into different animals. She just abracadabra’d Oliver into a shark. His first point of business? Say hello to mermaids. The shark is not his spirit animal…
On our way to the dentist and I glance back to notice Oliver isn’t wearing a coat.
Me: Where is your coat? Why aren’t you wearing a coat?!
Oliver: I put on another shirt. Two shirts keep me warm.
Dear boys everywhere: two t-shirts do not a coat make..
We noticed that the E at Target was out (TARG T). George feels very strongly that we alert everyone there to this malfunction. Because of course he does.
Every time we go to Target. EVERY TIME. He starts at the back. It’s like birth.
Totally applying for this if a program becomes available for 43-45 year old women… In the meantime – forward this to anyone who has an adventurous 16-18 girl. Sadly, I was not adventurous at that age and spent more time eating cookies and talking on the phone than going on adventures with glaciologists (which is apparently a thing!) in Alaska. #latebloomer
Also – I was just explaining to my kids what this was and when I said “on a twelve week expedition,” I had to restrain myself from singing “met the greatest earthquake ever known…” #landofthelost #wouldhavefalleninacreviceorsomething
For that special nun in your life?
I just handed George some tacos. He said, “thanks mom…but that’s way too much hot sauce…also the cheese isn’t shredded the right way.”
And for the first time ever, I looked at that boy and thought, “he’s just like me!” #twinsies
So this is happening… Christmas present to myself: seeing my favorite musical at the Kennedy Center with my favorite girl. Also just got reprimanded for taking this picture. As if I was going to be snapping away during the performance! So no selfies from our seats I guess…
Gigi was fantastic. My only knowledge of Vanessa Hudgens is from US Weekly pictures (my kids are young enough that we missed the High School Musical dynasty). But I thought she was adorable. Loved the entire cast and the costumes were gorgeous. Eleanor’s favorite scene? The Night They Invented Champagne (mais oui!) Once I explained I Remember It Well to her – she thought that was super cute too. Two thumbs up from us. We laughed…we cried…it was better than Cats (disclaimer: we’ve never actually seen Cats). Here is our obligatory awkward picture taken by a stranger.
George: Hey mom – want to have a not breathing contest?
Me: What? No – I like breathing.
George: Actually, it’s pretty dangerous.
Me: Yes it is – so no thanks.
George: Want to see how long I can not breathe?
George: [holds breath for about 30 seconds then lets out a huge breath]
Me: Wow – that was a long time.
George: Yeah. I can do that for another 10 minutes.
Sorry about the humble brag – but my kids are CRAZY talented. Investigating scholarships for not breathing…
George: Mom? I love you more than your phone.
Good to know.
Meeting a friend in my hometown (DC) for a real grown up lunch with TABLE SERVICE and NO KIDS’ MENU and HELL YES I ordered a glass of wine.
The day always seems a little brighter when I see a massive spill at the grocery store and I know that this time, my children didn’t do it.
So after binge watching the first four seasons of Parks & Recreation, I’ve decided that I’m totally a Leslie when it comes to internal enthusiasm and expectations for everything to work out…but I’m sure I come across as more of an Ann to most since I’m not as confident as Leslie. I know – most of you probably identify with Donna…I wish. Wait – are we still doing this? Sex & the City made this a thing, right? (For the record, I’ve always been a Carrie/Charlotte – but as I get older, I’m definitely feeling Miranda. Never Samantha though. Much to my husband’s chagrin…never.) #ForeverLatetotheTVParty
When navigating a path home from the school bus – one must take extra care to walk through every snow drift.
“Okay – let’s not use the Roku as a wrecking ball.”
Oliver and I are currently having a standoff about him wanting to make popcorn this morning. I said he had to wait until afternoon and he is relentlessly nagging me to change my mind (please, please, please, please…) After more “no’s” than I can count, he decided that I am no longer allowed to say “no.” Every time I say no, he makes a scooping motion by my head and claims that he’s “taking my no’s away.” “No more no’s…say goodbye to your no’s…look out the window – there go your no’s…” So he’s now gone from annoying nine year old to Tony Robbinson-esque personal life coach. I’m feeling a strange combination of irritated/motivated….
Motherhood is picking someone else’s underwear up from the floor. Then smelling it to see if it’s clean.