Sunday, September 30, 2007
Last night at dinner we were discussing how we didn't understand how mothers could abandon their children. I take it all back. I understand completely.
My point being [I had one all along, you just didn't know how I was going to get there] I was tired this morning. So when Susan called and asked if I wanted to meet up at the park after we went to the gym, I was thrilled to have an outing. The girls were great. Well behaved, self entertaining, non-whining. Eion was the polar opposite. He entered the park screaming. Which actually was kind of funny because, unbeknownst to me, Ann & Hans were there playing tennis. They heard the crying and said to each other, "That sounds like Eion!"
He then proceeded to steal another boy's truck, refuse to give it back and then throw said toy to the ground in what I can only surmise was an attempt to break it. He then snapped some random girl's headband in two, threw mulch and dirt over anyone who came near and was generally intolerable. The worst was when I caught him out of the corner of my eye grabbing Trent's shirt and using it to spin him in a circle, trying to throw him to the ground in a very WWE fashion. I have decided he can live for now but only because my friends with boys swear it will get better.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
But the mold does make me fear for the integrity of the decorations for my second favorite holiday, Christmas. I'll investigate and report out tomorrow!
We started out with gusto and enthusiasm. Maggie was the first to drop out, leaving us so she could sit in the other room. Morrigan lasted longer, albeit in a very messy manner. [Note in above picture that the object being painted is nowhere near the counter-protecting paper. Fortunately said counter is black and I am a big believer in washable paints.] Soon thereafter, at about ball eight, she left me too. But I soldiered on, finishing the 24 we had (addition for To Do list: go to craft store and buy more styrofoam balls.) Now my counter looks like a B movie reproduction of War of the Worlds:
I have to say, this was, all in all, just about as good an idea as cutting out 38 paper bats to decorate goody bags for the Halloween parties! Did I mention the title of this post is insanity?
Friday, September 28, 2007
Also, must make note to self. When you wake up early, stay in bed. I chose to get up instead and start poking around on the internet. Now I have spent all my earnings from the last round of eBay sales. Oh well. The girls have some really cute new Thanksgiving dresses!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
So where have I been? Just here caught up in a state of, as my loving husband likes to say, warpiness. Now I knew it was coming from telltale signs like getting all misty over Daughtry songs which never happens the other 23 odd days of the month. For god's sake I can't normally tolerate a pop rock band that actually uses the word "closure" in their songs let alone get emotional about it. But the fire of hormone fueled emotions consumed me, rendering me unstable at best. And while my maniacal ravings would be alternately hysterical and terrifying, I decided to save you the roller coaster ride this month. Feeling once again safe for publication, I return today.
Highlights from the past few days include:
We had dinner Monday at the home of one of Tim's new partners. There were several other couples there including Kevin and Jennifer who have a 5 month old girl. Seeing as only one of them was eating and the other was walking the baby, I offered to hold her so they could both sit down. Ungrateful baby (really I was looking out for her parents' happiness) starts to scream immediately causing them to make a quick exit. I was a big help!
Went to a medical alliance meeting/coffee Tuesday. I really want to know why people refuse to adjust their home's temperature when they have guests. I walked into the meeting 10 minutes after it started and it was sweltering! I decided to take matters into my own hands (lots and lots of hormones, remember) and adjusted the thermostat. The air was set at 80 degrees! [note: it was close to 90 outside.] Without a guilty thought, I cranked that WAY downward.
Maggie had her 4 year check up. She is still very tall for her age, though she has dropped from the 107th percentile to the 95th. She had to get three shots and was very concerned the blood would get on her dress. So she walked out holding it up exposing her Tinkerbell undies to the world. At least concentrating on that stopped the crying.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
We left the kids with Arlene and headed out to tailgate around 11. We had awesome parking - look how close we are to the stadium!
And great Club level tickets on the 50 yard line.
I wasn't sure if wearing the ticket around my neck was going to make me look like a huge dork but I soon found out that pass got us into a lounge with comfy chairs, its own snack bar and air conditioning! Here is Tim lounging with our friend Susan who we ran into there.
Now many of you who know me may be wondering why the girl who went to 1 1/2 Michigan football games in her 3 years there would want to go to a game here. I have to tell you, college football is way better in the South! The game itself was a blowout, Tech was winning by a ridiculous margin by the end of the 1st quarter, but the weather can't be beat! And we weren't in the student section. At Michigan, I basically got to watch some guy's back because no one sat down and froze my arse off. Clearly my enjoyment of the game is more about the amenities than the game itself!
Later we returned home to host our monthly couples poker game. Tim came in 1st and I came in 3rd. Not bad considering we started drinking wine at 11am.
Friday, September 21, 2007
At the risk of sounding amazingly repetitive, I cannot believe Maggie is turning four. So I have to take a brief trip down memory lane.....Maggie was the best baby. By that I mean she slept all the time. I was very much trying to institute the Babywise eat, wake sleep cycle but she would only adopt eat and sleep. We have many, many photos of her asleep everywhere:
And she was the cutest little thing (in my completely unbiased opinion) with big cheeks and nice fat appendages.
She may have been too good, leading us to take a laissez-faire approach to birth control and bringing her brother into the world when she was only 16 months old.
But in spite of being sandwiched in the dreaded middle child position, Maggie is still such a sweetie.
She has had to grow up faster than her brother, who gets to be the baby. And she gets treated as if she is older because she is so darn tall. Seriously, the gal towers.
But Maggie has the biggest heart around. She loves unconditionally and is hurt so easily.
I asked her if she would stop growing and stay my little girl forever. She told me "I have to get big so I can get things off the top shelf for you." I hope I do well by you Maggie. Happy birthday. I love you.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Of course I did not get all my stuff done at work which means I have to go in after golf and miss lunch. I am more than a tad put out about this.
The girls went to tumbling tonight. They did much better according to their coach. Not that I would know. Spent the entire time chasing Eion in and out of the men's bathroom which was, mercifully, empty.
Got home at 7:15 and was starving. The kids ate at 5 but I had made myself and Tim a chicken curry casserole. I popped it in the oven and went to check the email. Returned to the kitchen to find smoke pouring out of the oven. Open oven to find it on fire. I had to postpone my dinner while the oven cooled (after I put out the fire) and bathe the kids. Finally at well after 8 I got to eat.
Tomorrow is Maggie's modified birthday. Her actual birthday is Saturday but Tim & I are going to Virginia Tech game. Not wanting her memory of her 4th birthday to be spending it with a babysitter, I decided we would just move it up a day. I think it will work out for everyone!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
And of course every day of fall brings us one day closer to the greatest holiday of all, Halloween. (Seriously, I am a Halloween addict. I am the room Mom for Morrigan's class and have already started planning the party.) I genuinely like putting away all the well worn sundresses in favor of darker Autumn colors and heavier fabrics.
But this year my love of the season is marred by my children's unstoppable growth! Every pair of pants Morrigan, aka the girl with tremendously long legs, tries on are too short. The mind numbing pain of finding an outfit in the first place is surpassed only by having to then talk her out of said outfit and find a new one. All of Maggie's favorite dresses are way too short. She pleads yet I cannot set her loose on the world in these smocked mini-dresses! Eion too has experienced a growth spurt. All his pants are just a bit too short but the next size up is too long. Good news is the next week is supposed to be in the 80s so it is back to sundresses!
Only other news here is Tim & I are going to Vegas! We secured babysitting (thanks Mom & Dad) and booked our trip last night. We are staying at the Wynn in October for 3 nights. The weather should be great, highs around 80. We did discuss that we may be turning into those people who only go to Vegas on vacation. You know the ones, the go to Las Vegas every year and you think "Why don't they go anywhere else?" Well, that's us! But we decided that life was too short to plan our vacations to suit what others think we should do. And at this point in our lives, we have limited time to get away and can't get to other places we want to go like Italy or South America or really anywhere that is more than a few hours plane ride away. One day we'll branch out. I did have to remind Tim of a quote that is on a friend's blog: "Life is a book and those who do not travel only read one page." His response "Well then we've read two and the second is Vegas baby!"
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Then there is the Gap. I love them for their "Curvy" cut pants. I have never found pants that fit me so well. Unfortunately not usually on sale in my size but I will forgive them.
The last store befitting of my affection is Old Navy. They have either cut their sizes in a more generous fashion (likely) or I have magically become a size 4 (not so likely)! Whatever. I should be above this type of trickery playing to my vanity. I should know that the number doesn't matter. Guess what, I am not. I may float all day for fitting into that 4. When I got to ask the dressing room attendant if she could find me a 4 since that 6 was too big, I was on top of the world. Shallow, shallow, I know. Give me my moment. I am Self Aware and realize everything else in my closet is more likely an 8 as does anyone who looks at me. But admit it, in your heart of hearts, you like those smaller numbers too.
Last shopping bit for today...I upgraded my dying cell phone, joined the 2000's and got a Motorola Razr. My old phone, in addition to functioning so poorly I was in danger of becoming a bad horror film star ["Quick, the flesh eating zombies are after us! Call the police. Nooooo! My phone looked fully charged but it is dead!"], the darn thing was a dinosaur. When I called US Cellular to ask about what they had available, the help desk person's response was "Wow! You really do have an old phone. I didn't think these were in service anymore." So in three to five business days, I will have a camera phone that holds 1,000 contacts (note to self: make more friends) and has bluetooth technology, whatever that is.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Morrigan has apparently found herself a man. My friend Kris told me last night that Morrigan told her son Mark they he was going to be her boyfriend. He has eyes for Shelby but will bend to Morrigan's will as "She told me I had to be her boyfriend." Not a bad couple anyway:
The kids are psyched that Before the Dinosaurs taped last night (which they are watching as we speak.) Morrigan is obsessed with two types of shows: prehistoric/dinosaur shows and survival shows like Man Vs. Wild and Survivorman. I guess they are relatively educational and certainly allow me to find out all kinds of great things. We'll be driving down the road and Morrigan will bust out with: "Coconuts can save you with their milk but they can kill if they fall on your head" or "Hypothermia is a real danger in Iceland" or one of my personal favorites "Did you know you can drink your own pee?"
Saturday, September 15, 2007
After the lesson, I went to lunch with fellow golfer Hayden, who is the wife of one of Tim's coworkers. We had a nice lunch at Ukrops - at my request since I had to get some groceries afterwards. I was a bit embarrassed that when we got our salads weighed, my was easily 50% heavier. But what can I say - I was hungry!
When the kids went down for their naps I worked on the school directory. I am almost done and am on track to make more than the $250 I am expected to produce.
Last night we went to the RAMA "Welcome to the Valley" cocktail party. Here I am with friend Mark:
In spite of my slightly crazy eyes and very large grin which are almost always signs I have had a glass too many, I had not even had a drink here. I think the crazed expression comes from the fact that the photographer of said picture asked to borrow my camera which I had brought for personal use and then right before she took this, fussed me out because the batteries were low. I have a great suggestion, bring your own camera! But the party was great fun and we were among the last people there. We were talking to Damon and Karen, both ER doc who recently started working with Tim. I had met Karen before but not Damon and I was glad to finally do so as Tim had told me all about him. We ended up back at there house where I did have that glass too many (sorry no pictures) but had some great conversation. Karen grew up here and regaled me with tales of our neighbors in their youth. It's always fun to find out that Mom I know from Junior League who is always decked out in Lilly Pulitzer used to get in trouble for fighting!
We were out too late & were tired this morning but Tim only has to work 8 hours. I made it too the gym with the little ones, albeit a little later than planned. With of course, a post workout double cheeseburger in plans all along.
Friday, September 14, 2007
But Maggie had a good time. We got her the wedding bride cake that she had repeatedly requested for a full calendar year:
A friend of mine bought a similar cake for her daughter. I agree with her assessment of the cake: pretty but not as tasty as other cake. Contrary to what Tim thought, the barbie is a whole doll inside the cake. Imagine if she were not - the nightmares of amputee barbie!
Lots of wild jumping and sliding:
I think both Maggie & Will were more worn out from school than we anticipated and the excitement took its toll - there were tears here and there. But I am coming to find that is pretty common at little kids' birthday parties. That perfect storm of sugar, excitement, and a sense of birthday entitlement. In the end, I think she had fun and has already started planning for next year!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
But back to 2007....Those of you who know me know that I end up doing quite a bit of volunteer work every year (beats real work.) I generally am involved in PTA, Medical Alliance (RAMA), Junior League and whatever else I get roped into. I like the work but I hate the meetings. This morning I hosted a RAMA board meeting. [I am chairing our fundraiser, Book and Author Dinner this year.] As it was at my house, I was trapped at this interminable meeting, missing both tennis and the gym. And why do I hate these kinds of meetings (other than because I miss tennis)? Because things like this happen. B&A was approached by a local bookstore to do our book sales the night of the dinner. We decided to stick with our current bookseller for many reasons and the issue was closed. Or so I thought. I was asked to "bring the group up to speed" which led to discussions on the pros and cons of switching booksellers, our history with this bookstore blah blah blah. The issue is closed bitches! That is why you have committees - to deal with things so you don't have to have a giant round table on every topic!
But I finally escaped and went to work where I was able to finish all my tasks for the week. When I came home I found a plastic container with cupcakes next to the mail. I asked Tim who brought them. He said they were just in the mailbox and that I really shouldn't eat mystery food. But they just looked so darn tasty! I knew it was a container in which I gave someone cookies so I started calling around to find the baker. Luckily, I found her on the second call. Thanks Olivia! They were so good I ate two!
Tomorrow is Maggie-Pie's birthday party at Pump It Up, a local place with a bunch of those inflatable bounce houses. This is a location I generally drop off at rather than stay for the party because it is so insane. Tomorrow, karma bitch slaps me as I will be responsible for 25 screaming 3 and 4 year olds. Pray for me.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Morrigan really wants to be in Brownies. I looked into it but there is only one troop in her school and it is mostly 2nd graders. But I thought since she really has her heart set on it, maybe we can get a few girls together once a month and have a very informal troop. So I emailed friends with girls the same age and told them about our plans. I told her about my plans and she was excited. When I picked her up today, she told me about how she had recruited all the girls in her class. Hmmm...this could get scary!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
So thinking back to the sweet days when the pool was still open...we pass a convenience store, the Z Mart, on the way - Club is in the hood. This past year the owner, Zaid (hence the Z) was shot and killed. I believe it was a robbery. It was pretty shocking but I am not sure it was more shocking than driving by and seeing this:
The previous sign was replaced with this new one, complete with picture of dead owner staring down at you! His brother took over the store after Zaid's untimely demise and it appears has chosen to memorialize him with this incredibly creepy sign. Every time I see it I think of Zaid saying "I know who killed me. Vengeance will be mine!"
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Today the girls had a soccer "game" - really more a series of scrimmages and then Morrigan had ballet. It wasn't my turn to drive for soccer so Eion and I hit the gym. We had to really rush to get to ballet and were still 15 minutes late. But I thought, fortunately, soccer is only until the end of October so we won't have to do the back to back activities too often. When we got to ballet, we found out they changed the time putting it in direct conflict with soccer. So there I am trying to work out what we will do with the dance teacher and Eion cranks one off. Pause to change diaper, back to negotiations. Looks like Morrigan will just start in November when soccer is over. As much as I want her to do both, this will actually work out better so we don't have to rush so much on Saturdays.
This afternoon there was a neighborhood block party down by the fire station. I had the foresight to bring a babysitter to help manage the kids. She arrived in some completely inappropriate bootery but that was her problem! We packed up some drinks and snacks and off we went. As it turns out, we were woefully unprepared. It was about a billion degrees out and shade was at a premium. Enter Tom & Kirsten, master planners, who had a shade tent and were kind enough to take us in! Tom found out I had no adult beverages with me and questioned my Irish heritage. I soon found myself with a Fresca and vodka (which was very tasty) in hand. My plan was to last long as we could without serious meltdown.
Maggie really did the best of the three. But then again, she was getting gifts from admirers!
I tried to keep Eion cool with ice cream:
Let me tell you how that shirt was covered with orange push up just minutes later (and it was a first wearing to boot.) He commenced to screaming "Shirt off!" and I promptly gave in. Shoes were off soon after and he ran around like a little hillbilly. His nose was running too so he was just gross. And mine all mine. We were there for about an hour and a half which was longer than I thought we would make it. Kirsten invited me over for pizza and drinks and I hoped to escape the kids but my sitter had other plans :( But it was a fun event. Hopefully, Tim will be around for it next year and it will be a bit less hot!
Friday, September 07, 2007
We have been picking out the girls clothes the night before school. It gives us one less thing about which to fight in the morning. But this morning Morrigan was dismayed that the gown she picked out last night would get dirty in art class and she wanted to wear pants. So I told her to pick out anything she wanted. Tim told me, "You know she is going to pick out that skirt that is too short and the shirt that looks like someone got a hold of a Bedazzler." At which point Morrigan reentered the room in that exact outfit.
And of course there is tonight. The kids were winding down with some tv and I was working on the school directory which I foolishly volunteered to do. I went in and told the girls I loved them. Maggie responded that she loved me too. Morrigan not so much:
Morrigan: "Well I think you are mean."
Me: "Oh really. What did I do that was mean?"
Morrigan: "You didn't let us watch tv this morning and you do mean stuff like that every day."
At which point I decided to show her how mean I could be. The tv was turned off & we cleaned up toys and went to bed. Crying, she told me she wants to leave this house. I volunteered to help her pack.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
So off we go to the gym today for our first class. Maggie did great. She was bouncing around and happy. Morrigan was in tears because she was still afraid of doing an assisted handstand and of failure. With some positive reinforcement: "All that matters is you have a good time. Just try your best etc." she got with the program by the end of the hour. One of their plans to get Morrigan to try a handstand was to have me do one. Great plan I told them but I am wearing a skirt!
They were trying to recruit Maggie for the "bitty cheer" team. The coach said she had that special something (which I am guessing is actually a Mom with a checkbook.) Slow down! Though she really was enthusiastic, I think we will hang back on the travel team. Then the coach went on to tell me about the Moms cheer team. Yeah. That is just not going to happen.
Now I am sure the majority of you are wondering what is up with the picture for this post. As I didn't take any photos today, I offer you a vintage track circa 1989. It's me (on the right) and my cousin Kelly. We were in the parade celebrating the bicentennial of the French Revolution dressed, clearly, as cheerleaders! And before you have a chance to email and mention it, JK, I know my hair is completely awesome! I love the eighties!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Morrigan was the next to go starting 1st grade at Crystal Spring. (Pictured here with classmate Mark.)
What did I do with my free time? Went to work. So boring but so true.
Monday, September 03, 2007
They divided up the kids into groups of six for different drills and scrimmages.The gals were generally listening to their coaches and trying their best but I am still convinced Maggie's team will be named Legion of Nimrods. In a three on three game, Maggie's team had the ball. The little boy with it ran towards the goal. Maggie and her friend Will could not be bothered to help as they were busy hugging. Not that the other team made any attempt all to stop him. But perhaps it was a sage maneuver on their part as he ran right past the unguarded goal and couldn't get it in.
Who won? We'll never know as Maggie had to use the potty. Now I am smart enough that I had her go before we left the house but it was no use. So off we go to the port a potties that are about a half mile away round trip. When we got there, she said she didn't want to go in because they were stinky. Perfect.