You may have noticed that I updated my site. It looks different AND I finally figured out (after a mere nine months – cringe) WHY I couldn’t get any of my images to show up in posts. For a long time, I tried to enlist the help of designers, but they either wanted to charge me hundreds of dollars to fix a blog which already went through an expensive redesign two years ago OR they just never returned my e-mails.
Finally, I got over my fear of breaking this blog “even more” and channeled some of my 2008 new blogger pioneer spirit. I KNOW how to set up a basic (free) blog design in Blogger – so why not just start from scratch in WordPress. And here it is! A generic theme with very few bells and whistles. And? I actually prefer it like this.
AND…now that my blog is fixed and images show up, I can start posting my “They Coulda’ Been Great” features again! I’ve had these sitting in drafts, and will be posting them every few days in about five installments. Then we should be caught up through October, and I’ll go back to the monthly installments. As it should be.
Here is #1: my February and March on Facebook… (Wondering what exactly this is? All answers are HERE.)
This means two things in my life: #1 Spring is coming! and #2 binging on my favorite candy at Listen to Your Mother auditions!
House is freezing. Wearing layered t-shirts, a cardigan and a scarf. Will now commence jumping jacks. #SOCOLD
Of course it’s only AFTER I rip the tags off that I realize I accidentally purchased a nursing bra…
Doing homework with Oliver…
Me: (very proud of something he figured out) You are SO smart!
Oliver: (very serious) No. I am so cute.
Yeah – that too.
Earlier this evening, Eleanor was looking through Netflix options…
“Mom? What is this Breaking Bad show about?”
Now, I’m no expert on developmental readiness for mature themes such as drug use, violence and crime rings…but seven is probably too young, right?
In a movie theater waiting to see The Lego Movie. Since I worried about finding four seats together opening weekend, we arrived 30 minutes early. Everyone is already eating candy and George just asked, “can I explore this place?” This should end well…
Watching ice skating in the Olympics…
Me: Wow that’s pretty amazing, huh? You guys have been ice skating – can you IMAGINE being able to do THAT?!
Of course he can.
Why can’t wine, Diet Coke and ice cream be good for me? It would make my life so much happier…
I love how whenever Oliver wants me out of his way, he says, “why don’t you go work on your computer?” We are SO on the same page!
If I ever talk about books I’m reading, you can assume I’m referring to recorded books. Seems like the only time I feel like I’m allowed to just sit and read is when I get onto bed. I get 10 minutes in and zzzzzz.
On a not entirely related note, I have to say that that while Anita Shreve is an wonderful writer, her books are torture to read. THE TRAGEDY! I’m listening to Testimony and I’m surprised I didn’t drive off the side of the road earlier from a sudden lack of the will to go on. She brings a whole new meaning to the saying “life isn’t fair.”
“It’s not like I’m going to eat a WHOLE BAG of Cadbury Mini Eggs!” Famous last words…
Want to know what it’s like to be a mom? I’m supposed to be having surgery in the morning, and now that the weather may make this impossible, the #1 thing that’s pissing me off is that I was really looking forward to being allowed to sleep all day.
Continuation of my last post… Looks like surgery is off. SO I will now drink several glasses of wine, drench myself in perfume, eat a huge midnight snack and wear every piece of jewelry I own for the duration of the morning. What else is a surgery no no? I’m doing it!!
It takes a village to entertain children on a snow day.
Are we the only lamos who have no Valentine’s Day dinner plans? Not even a sweet family dinner. Eleanor is having tacos next door, George ate two English Muffins and Oliver is still working on a bowl of popcorn he made a few hours ago. I could say that we’re boycotting the Hallmark holiday…but it would be more accurate to say that we’re lazy. xoxoxoxoxo from the Hoods!
While it seems like a good parenting move to have your child vacuum their OWN popcorn mess, you do need the patience to coach them through it: “No – just the popcorn…not your face…not the dog…not your brother…not your butt…”
George just made me a new Rainbow Loom bracelet. As he handed it to me, he said, “you can treasure that it you want to.” Think I will.
I can’t tell you how many times I hear people say stuff like, “I HAVE to run,” or “I HAVE to write,” as if they are utterly driven to to do these things. Like it’s beyond their control at this point – they just can’t exist without “running” and “writing.” I have done both off and on for years and feel like I should relate more to this NEED and DRIVE. And I kind of do…off and on. But someday, SOMEONE is going to say, “I HAVE to eat the cupcakes,” and only THEN will I have found my true soul mate.
This morning’s two hour delay is brought to you by Sponge Bob and yesterday’s Valentine’s Day party candy. We put the fun in Fun Dip.
Watching Olympic skating. Call me old fashioned, but I’m not into these flesh-toned stocking/skate covers. I like a white skate on a woman.
Making the wait for car repairs (and the dreaded bill) a bit more bearable…
It just occurred to me that setting up an Evite after several glasses of wine may not be a super idea… At least not when you are literally cracking yourself up. Taking things down a notch…
Today’s gift from the radio-option-only car: Madness!! They really capture how I feel about my own house much of the time… “there’s always something happening and it’s usually quite loud.”
I picked up Eleanor’s Girl Scout cookies today and Chris is taking her around to make deliveries. George desperately wants to help…
George: I want to come too.
George: I can help carry the boxes.
Eleanor: [overly dramatic sigh of exasperation] No-wah!
Me: Eleanor, he just wants to help. Let him carry some boxes.
Eleanor: [to George] Okay fine. But you CAN’T SAY ANYTHING.
What a little B. Though in all fairness…she does know her brother…
Home from surgery! And I have tampons in my nose!
Oh my god you guys – I’ve been looking in the mirror and I think I look JUST like Jennifer Aniston….if she had plastic surgery to look just like me! Also – I just took a Vicodin.
“Don’t cross the streams. It would be bad.”
RIP Harold Ramis. I think of you every time my boys decide to “make an X.”
Here is the great thing about Vicodin: it makes the ouchies less ouchy. Here is the bad thing about Vicodin: it makes you THE MOST BORING PERSON on the planet. I can barely muster up the energy to finish a sentence, let alone conduct a conversation. But I guess I wasn’t much of a firecracker to begin with – so I’ve gone from mellow to meh. Thinking it’s time to wean myself off the sleepy pills…
How to get rid of Oliver: “Do you want to work on some homework?”
How to get rid of George: “Want to grab a book and come sit with me?”
How to get rid of Eleanor: There is NO getting rid of Eleanor. And as inconvenient as that may be sometimes, I consider myself to be a VERY lucky mother and will take it as long as it’s on offer!
While I no longer need those post surgery straws I bought, my children are now straw obsessed. Each of the 587 glasses of water they request per day must have a straw. The new soundtrack of my day is kids blowing bubbles in their drinks. I feel like I live in a fish tank.
Is it weird that I think winning academy awards for costume design sounds 100 times cooler than anything else on the Oscars?
Chris: Harrison Ford has never won an Oscar??
Me: They said “nominated.”
Chris: But he’s HAN SOLO!
If regular guys were in charge…
Snow days are exhausting. Now get out of my bed.
“No more running around with dog bones!”
Directives that make sense to the people in my house.
I have now seen several pictures of people discovering “the baby” in their piece of King Cake today. And each one looks like birth moment to me: “Breech!” “I see the head…!” Hope all those office kitchens were equipped with forceps…
Watching that guy on Bizarre Foods eat blow fish eggs that are so incredibly poisonous that they have to be brined for two years, and thinking about how I can’t even handle blue cheese.
So when you happen upon a school library book that you thought you returned months ago, and have said as much in response to every overdue notice that has been sent home…the best course of action is to just plant it somewhere in the school next time you’re there. Right?
I really have to get to the store. But – you know – it’s like winter and stuff outside. I am currently on frowny face terms with Mother Nature.
Friends don’t let friends wear tight yoga pants out in public. Unfortunately, none of my friends saw me today.
Chris just walked in with ashes on his forehead (Ash Wednesday) and Oliver asked him if he was in an explosion. Chris tried to explain, but now Oliver thinks he tried to burn down a palm tree.
I love my little heathens.
As soon as we opened this on Christmas, I knew its true destiny…
Favorite book character day at school! We’re reading The Wizard of Oz so Eleanor wanted to be Dorothy. Because WHO DOESN’T have a blue gingham dress lying around their house? Luckily my neighbor did. Of course, her daughter is two years younger than Eleanor, so length required leggings. Wondering why no ruby slippers? In the book, Dorothy wears silver shoes (fun fact for the morning!)
Hooray for spring daylight savings! That time of year when the clock in my car is no longer one hour ahead.
I’m cutting vegetables and Oliver is standing next to me, doing a voice over of screaming noises. Sometimes he takes the personification too far.
“Where is my [insert object that someone in my family cannot find here]?”
There are two constants to every incarnation of this scenario:
1. They haven’t actually looked for it.
2. I know where it is.
Hard to complain when I do myself no favors…
George’s 1st grade homework required that he find similarities and differences between two books. So obviously…
Chris and I have finally started watching House of Cards. And yes – it is amazing. But I just have to get this out of my system. HOLLYWOOD! Fortheloveofgod PLEASE stop putting brownstones in DC. We have brick townhouses painted in a rainbow of different colors. Bay windows abound. Lots of uneven brick sidewalks. Build a set or something. This shouldn’t be so hard.
About to revisit my youth. Taking Eleanor to a roller skating party.
Dear every hair stylist and barber to have ever touched George’s head… PLEASE explain WHY all the hair gel? He is my only child to ALWAYS leave haircuts with fistfuls of styling gel in his bangs. The main problem with this is that product is inevitably applied when my attention is diverted, and it’s only later at home that I discover he now has Buster Brown bangs. Never thought I’d have to add “no styling gel” to instructions for a seven year old boy’s haircut…
A couple of weeks ago, I told Winter that I thought it would be best if we took a break – had some time apart from each other. Maybe a year. To get some perspective on the relationship. This week, Winter came back and asked if I would consider trying one more time to make this work. Just one more try. Oh Winter…just – no. No, I really can’t. I can’t…
In the car…
George: Mom do the front wheels steer?
Me: Of the car? Why?
George: Because if you want to shoot at the car you should shoot the wheels in the front because it will make the car go out of control.
Me: Why are we shooting at cars?
George: Because of the bad guys. And you know – some people are scared of robbers. But I’m not.
Me: You’re not?
George: Nah. They just take money and stuff from stores. Taking things isn’t scary.
Me: You have a point. We can discuss that further when you’re older.
George: You mean when I’m a teenager?
Me: That sounds about right. Why all the talk about shooting and bad guys and robbers?
George: Because there are a lot of bad guys. There are a lot of bad guys in PHILLY!
Me: Who told you that? Ben?
George: Ben’s dad.
Me: Well he’s from Philly – so he would know.
George: Yeah – there’s a lot of guys with guns there.
Me: There’s a lot of guys with guns in lots of places… But OUR neighborhood is very safe [of course I did].
George: Except for when we had the villain.
Me: The VILLAIN?
George: Yeah – that time all the helicopters were flying around looking for the villain. Hey – you know what’s really good about boys?
George: If we have to pee and there’s snow, we can just pee in the snow and even WRITE OUR NAME. We have very good aim.
Me: Well, that IS convenient…
George: Yeah – we’re the best pee-ers.
And I ASSURE YOU, the conversation DID NOT stop there.
Eleanor: Is it, “I came in like a rainbow,” or “I came in like a rag ball?”
First – I LIKE “I came in like a rainbow.” Also – NEVER come in like a rag ball. Rag balls always finish last.
Sometimes I wonder if the people who design these homework assignments are just messing with us…
George: Hey Mom! We got a new bus driver today. So I won’t get in trouble all the time now.
This says so many things about my son….
If Sponge Bob laughs on the TV and no one is around to hear him, does he make an annoying sound?
Eleanor’s birthday card for Chris. Are those HIP HIP HOORAY arms or WHAT?
At the dentist with Oliver, and he’s cracking me up. Last time we were here, there was an unfortunate incident involving the removal of a spacer that got embedded in one of his gums. Very traumatic. So from the minute we arrived, he’s been adamantly informing everyone (front desk, dental hygienist, dentist, other parents, babies…) that there will be “no silver teeth today!” I think this bodes well for self advocating in his future!
Eleanor: Mom…do you ever feel like crying but you don’t know why?
Um – once a month…for a week straight. Jesus! She’s only seven. Far too young to be so melancholy…or hormonal.
Impromptu morning Rainbow Loom lesson requested by Oliver. George shared, Eleanor taught and Oliver actually made a bracelet! Stuff of miracles…
This one turned nine yesterday. Though he’s pretty adamant that birthday aside, he’s still eight. As 42 looms, I can’t say I don’t understand…
Check back in a few days for April/May!