Almost caught up on “They Coulda’ Been Great.” Here is our August and September on Facebook… (What is this? All answers are HERE.)
“Hey Mom! Is it time to check my planters warts?”
I’m now on Day 3 of putting on exercise clothes with the intention of exercising. Fingers crossed for Day 1 of actually exercising…
The amount of time I spend texting with other mothers about where our children are in the neighborhood (“just left my house on bikes – are they at your house now?“) brings me back to my conference planner days spent running around an exhibit hall with a radio glued to my ear. I’m THISCLOSE to texting them stuff like, “Cathy – what’s your 20?”
Scene: Three mothers are talking while children play upstairs.
They hear dramatic shrieks.
Conversation stops as all freeze and tilt their heads prairie dog style to assess the quality of shrieks and what that might mean.
Mother #1: Sounds joyous…but possibly dangerous…
Mother #2 and #3: [Get up and go to check it out.]
Mother #1: Continues to drink wine.
Pop quiz: Which mother am I?
A few minutes ago, anyone who saw me in my car would assume that I was rocking out. Probably wondered why they couldn’t hear me through the window. Given the chance, I’d explain that I was actually whispering lyrics since “the singing police” in the back seat (Oliver) was ruining Jesse’s Girl for me with his complaints. WHO doesn’t sing along to Jesse’s Girl? I MEAN…
Anyone ever deal with a missing hermit crab? A few hours ago, we noticed that Mr. Krabs escaped. Searched…but as of yet – he is still at large. Suggestions?
Groupon keeps sending me e-mails about laser hair removal. It’s nice to know that someone out there really gets me…
Q: What is, “what is approximately 10.”
A: The Jeopardy answer to, “the number of times each day Kate Googles something she sees on social media because she’s never heard of it before.”
Q: What is, “what is approximately 5.”
A: The Jeopardy answer to, “the number of times Kate tries to type ‘Jeopardy’ correctly before she finally gives up and consults Google.”
So our dog, Alice has been having some stomach issues since we got back from the beach. The accidents have made me want to move, and what she does when we take her on walks make me vow to NEVER walk barefoot on grass again.
I was JUST thinking that it may be time for a visit to the vet, when Eleanor told me that she thought we should move a Costco-size bag of cheap dog food we bought a while back and then put in the basement when after two days we decided it made dog walks…unpleasant for those of us holding the plastic bag.
Eleanor told me that she saw Alice sniffing the discarded dog food bag earlier that day. So I picked it up and….LIGHT AS A FEATHER. Mystery Solved! And GROSS.
Bumped into a friend I haven’t seen in a while at the YMCA. I told her she looked great and asked when her baby was due. She told me I look great and said she could tell I had been working out a lot this summer. I then explained that I haven’t been working out much at all this summer, it’s just that when you are 8 months pregnant, EVERYONE looks thin. #truth
GOOD GOD but whenever George is talking it sounds like he’s holding a live grenade… #intensechild
A few hours ago, the kids and I were walking home from “party night” at our neighbors’ house. Oliver was in front, and I could hear him saying something about a frog. But somehow my ears hearing “frog” and my eyes seeing the shadow in front of my feet just wasn’t enough to make the connection. Then a big bullfrog hopped across my feet. Then I jumped up and down, screaming, “OHMYGODOHMYGODJESUSCHRISTOHMY
“Don’t forget to flush.
Don’t forget to wash your hands.
Don’t forget to put your underwear back on BEFORE you leave the bathroom.”
I’m thinking of having a plaque made… #boys
Okay, let’s talk about Outlander. Just watched the premiere while folding laundry today. I decided to NOT compare the book and the mini-series too much because it’s impossible to recreate anything with that much detail. But I have to say, I thought it was REALLY good. Loved the actress who played Claire (and LOVED her wardrobe). In fact – I thought the casting worked really well if you didn’t get too caught up in how they looked…Jamie was just a little too pretty, Jack Randall wasn’t nearly pretty enough and WTF DOUGAL!?! Not nearly hot enough (but maybe that improves as the show goes on and he channels some Sean Connery older guy hotness? We’ll see…) Didn’t bother me at all that Jamie doesn’t show up until the last 20 minutes. The background of “present day” was necessary and well done. Who else laughed out lout at the Scots’ reaction when Claire asked for alcohol to dress a wound? Definitely a fun watch. Can’t wait for the next one!
This may be my favorite picture of the summer. And whenever they are screaming at each other or crying about the injustice of him getting that or her having more, I will pull this up on my phone and stroke the screen saying, “pretty…so pretty…”
Is it just me, or does anyone else sometimes move their ships while playing Battleship so the kid can get more hits and the game will end faster?
Playing Clue with Oliver is entertaining but not exactly fast paced. He’s far more interested in making the game pieces talk to each other than guessing “whodunit.”
This morning – not for the first time – I noticed that my vitamin D pills come in a bottle that looks exactly like the Melatonin bottle. The actual tablets are also identical. This could end very badly for me one day…
Eleanor has officially perfected her five syllable “Sto-o-o-o-op.” Flawless. I’m so proud.
We’ve only been at the farm for ten minutes and I’ve already cleaned up an epic sunblock explosion in my backpack and retrieved George’s shoe from a gazebo roof. Auspicious beginnings…
Just when we had given up hope, Mr. Krabs came back! Guess our crumb strewn floor provided whatever nourishment he needed. Finally – my slovenly housekeeping pays off!
Today I have five kids at a farm with miniature golf. After 20 minutes of MY TURN! And YOU CHEATED! I think it’s safe to say that I have never in my life been so excited to feed goats.
Doing something to the demolition derby track. I have no idea – but George sure is excited. The things I do for my children… #boys
Juuuuust cleared that height requirement.
Just ate my weight in cheese grits. So I’m now ready for anything…that involves sleeping for 10 hours…
George: Mom – can Ben and I have a play date?
Me: Weren’t you JUST telling me that he was being mean to you and telling you to go away when you were trying to talk to him and he WASN’T doing it in the kidding around voice?
George: Yeah. But then I did the right thing and apologized for being overly dramatic.
I doubt he will continue to “do the right thing” EVERY time he’s being overly dramatic… But this is a huge step forward for my INTENSE little boy.
Me: Ready for bed?
George: [YAWN] No.
Eleanor: We’re never gonna “be ready for bed.”
Yes. I noticed.
Earlier today, while trying to get the kids to stop running around the post office, I pointed out the track for a partition wall and asked them what they thought it was for….
George: I KNOW. They pull that out when there’s a tornado. Then everyone can stand behind it and not get caught in the twister.
Me: That’s an interesting idea…
Eleanor: Or maybe it’s for when they’re closed.
Me: Or that.
On the way to the pool, George kept talking about all of the “swimming stuff” he was going to teach his younger friend. It was clear that the friend wasn’t liking this line of conversation so I intervened – suggesting that maybe his friend wasn’t interested in “learning stuff” today. George was having none of that…
George: [practically screaming with excitement] But I’m going to teach him how to jump off the diving board and swim to the side!
Friend: [mumbling] I want to go on the slide…
Me: [to a STILL talking, George] GEORGE! Maybe he doesn’t want a teacher. MAYBE he just wants a friend.
George: I could be a friendly teacher?
One day late for #TBT. I think George was four… Decided to try out Oliver’s new bike.
It was only a matter of time…
Earlier today, our favorite babysitter (who is visiting for the weekend) was telling me a story about how her iphone was stolen. It began: “Well, it was my friend’s graduation party, and she was crying in her room – so you know, I had to take care of her…”
My first reaction was that it’s been a long time since I was at a party where the host was locked in her bedroom crying or where any of the guests had valuables stolen… Could not relate at all anymore.
My second (delayed) reaction, was that I could probably tell the exact same story, but it would begin: “Well, it was my daughter’s birthday party, and she was crying in her room – so you know, I had to take care of her…” And the iphone wouldn’t be stolen – it would be broken by children fighting over who had the next turn playing games on it. While none of this actually happened to me…it totally could.
So really, we’re practically leading parallel lives… #20something40somethingworldpr
Ren Fair baby!
Flying our freak flag high at the grocery store today…
Oliver was calling me from the other room. He needed HELP because he couldn’t find the TV channel he had been watching. The Home Shopping Network was on and I made him wait another five minutes before I found Sam & Cat because TRISH MCEVOY was on HSN. TRISH MCEVOY! Facial lines were being blurred with magic powder. There was SHIMMER. It was mesmerizing. I miss department store makeup…
Walking past a garden on a street with no sidewalk…
Me: Hey guys – be careful not to step on the flowers.
George: Because they’re poisonous?
Me: No! Because they’re beautiful.
It was open house (meet the teachers) at the kids’ Elementary school today and I’m really happy with placements. This will be the first year that all three have new teachers (George and Eleanor were in K-1 so they had the same teacher/classroom for the past two years). Both of their second grade teachers are great. I could just barely pry Eleanor out of her new classroom. George got Oliver’s teacher from last year (the strict one – as it should be); and when we left the classroom he said, “Mom, THIS year, I’m not going to be bad.” Fingers crossed for fewer trips to the principal’s office… The only downer was how SAD Oliver was that he had to leave his second grade teacher (when I told George he would have Mrs. T, Oliver said, “OH – George will be in MY class?!“) There were tears. He tried to barter with his new teacher for a “trade” which seemed to involve him doing a week in the new classroom and then switching back to his old one. I have no doubt that he’ll be FINE after a day or two. But that one just breaks my heart with his loyalty and desire to be “little” forever.
Just BARELY managed to put back a K.C. and the Sunshine Band’s Greatest Hits CD after initially dropping it into my basket at Target. This perfectly exemplifies the dangerous level of my impulse shopper mentality…and my taste is music…
The amount of time I am allotted for first day of school picture taking is well represented by the “best” shots from this morning. Oliver was practically jumping out of his skin with anxiety over his new classroom, so I’m surprised he isn’t a blur between his brother and sister…
Nothing makes you feel more attractive than an annual visit to the dermatologist. Unless of course, “photo damage” and “acne scarring” don’t do it for you…
“I’m not good at explaining sciencey things.”
And other embarrassing answers I give my children when I’m tired…
Eleanor: Hey Jonas! I got George!
George: No you didn’t! That was my thumb! Thumbs don’t count!
Me: Yes they do! Thumbs DO count.
Not that I have any idea what they’re talking about… But George is in second grade now, and it’s long since time he learned that thumbs totally count.
Eleanor just went outside with Chris to walk the dog…
Eleanor: [running in the door] GEORGE! You HAVE to see this!
Me: What is it?
Eleanor: A SNAKE SKIN!
George: On our steps?!
Me: [horrified expression]
Me: [relieved expression]
Chris: Well, almost on the steps.
Me: [Thinking, “time to move.”]
Eleanor: I touched it!
Me: [THISCLOSE to passing out.]
I miss the city.
“His lesbian friend totally wrote this for him.”
-Diane Cooper Gould’s cynical take on a Hey Cupid profile our single friend found promising… #HoorayforFridayNight
I’m not much of an activist (unless having opinions and really caring counts…okay, so I’m not much of an activist). But I WILL say this. For men who feel like it’s only natural that they would want to see stolen pictures of female celebrities (or any women, really) in the nude simply because they are sexually attracted to women and would OBVIOUSLY want to get a peek…consider this: That may be someone else’s wife or girlfriend. What if it was your wife or girlfriend? That may be someone else’s MOTHER. What if it was your mother? That IS someone else’s daughter. Do I need to ask the obvious question?
Arnebya, you had no idea that by not coming tonight, you’d be missing out on drinks at a Bayou Sports bar called Chasin’ Tails (get it?!) where they have both “red AND white” wine. My glass of “red” arrived in a brandy snifter.
Me: Oliver, do you need underwear?
Oliver: No thanks.
Me: Let me rephrase that. Are you WEARING underwear?
That’s what I thought.
Mulch is like the ground beef of wood. WHO KNOWS what’s in there. Also – my children are burying themselves in mulch.
Those mornings I have to ask, “exactly WHO are the people in MY neighborhood?” #SweetRide
“We’ve built up enough immunities. It’s time to start hand washing.”
Chris and I are out to dinner for our anniversary, and it was only when we were walking into the restaurant that I realized I forgot to put on my earrings. My hair is pulled back of course. We may as well just go home now. Night ruined.
Eleanor: I have Ms. Gutierrez for Music – who do you have?
George: Mr. Robinson
Me: You have Mr. Robinson again?
Eleanor: Who do you like better – Mr. Robinson or Ms. Gutierrez?
George: Mr. Robinson!
Me: Why do you like Mr. Robinson better?
George: Because Ms. Gutierrez only gives two warnings and Mr. Robinson gives four.
Eleanor is reading a book about horses…
Eleanor: It says, “Genghis Khan conquered Asia and eastern Europe with an army of a quarter of a million horsemen.” There used to be HORSEMEN?
Eleanor: So they were half horse/half man?!
#1 – OF COURSE she didn’t know how to pronounce Genghis Khan! (Or “quarter”)
#2 – I kind of wish I could’ve said yes…because GEEK.
Just now – George came inside after playing next door, hollering, “Mom! The moon is bleeding and strange things are happening!”
Where does he hear about this stuff? Stuff I need to google…
George: By the way – aliens aren’t even real. Only on other planets. Like Saturn. And Mercury.
So that’s good news…
G-E-O-R-G-E stands for:
Gelles (Jealous – because “sometimes I’m jealous”)
#TBT October 2008 with my first true blogging BFF. Yesterday was my turn to write a review for Rare Bird. This would be the blog that is covered with dust due to perpetual html woes… So you won’t find any pictures there (damn broken blog) but I made up for it with an alarming number of words.
As I told my almost eight year old daughter that not only did I read her new library book when I was a kid, but that we also have OUR OWN copy of Where The Sidewalk Ends right here at home…it occurred to me that she is doing an excellent job of raising herself.
Sandra’s seen a leprechaun,Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblin’s gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I’ve had to make myself.
And then I realized that all of those reminders from school that the 29th is a student holiday means that my children will ALL BE HOME, ALL DAY on Monday. I’m not mentally prepared for this…
George: Mom! No one ever listens to me! And I’m mostly right.
Preaching to the choir, George…
George: Mom? Should I get State Farm or Nationwide on your side?
George: When I grow up. What do you think? State Farm or Nationwide?
I think someone’s been watching too much TV…
I’ll post October this week and then we’ll be back to monthly posts. Then maybe I’ll start writing actual blog posts again…