Some days, I wake up and it seems like my kids have grown two inches over night. I was looking at the Bee’s feet the other day, and thinking, “it seems like yesterday that she was in booties.” But she doesn’t have those baby feet any more. Her feet have the shape of adult feet now–the high arch, the slender, lack of baby chub. And as for the Potato, he went to daycare today wearing a hand-me-down shirt that the Bee wore in kindergarten.
It’s not that I want them to stay little forever (especially if it means we have to keep paying for daycare).
But do they have to get so big so fast?
If it’s the last Saturday in May, it must be time for our street festival! The Bee and the Potato started the day with some cider donuts. After that, we moved on to the rides and various bouncy things. The Potato kept up with his sister almost all morning–they had a blast, getting their faces painted, riding the mini-ferris wheel, jumping, bouncing and giggling maniacally.
In the afternoon, I volunteered for the PTA hair painting booth for an hour, and the Bee came along for the ride. She desperately wanted to paint some hair, but I didn’t think it was going to go over so well with the other parents. So at the end of the day, I let her paint mine. Sigh…and then walked through the whole town with my hair looking like this.
It is glittery, that’s for sure.
I got an invite a while back to review a new photo-sharing service, Greetingflix.com. Disclaimer–in exchange for a review, they upgraded me to a Pro account for free, a total value of $19.95 per year. I confess that, while I do share photos online fairly frequently, it never occurred to me to make little slide shows of my pictures, and if you’re into that kind of thing, it seems like a nice little service.
I did try it out in the free version before the Pro upgrade went through, and it seemed a little buggy. In fact, I couldn’t upload my pictures at all, and ended up giving up and not coming back to it for a week or so. Once I was on the Pro account, the uploads were no problem, and the account size is a full 1 GB of storage, which is plenty for me.
I’m not really sure how much I will use this, though. While my love of stationery is fairly well documented on this site, I tend to buy blank cards and stationery, rather than going the Hallmark route. I’m picky about the kinds of sentiments that I express, and I found this site limiting, because I couldn’t modify the text of the flix. You do have the ability to add a statement at the end, which I guess I would do if I were sending one as a greeting card, but I am not crazy about the idea of using a template that has someone else’s words in it.
I’d post the greeting that I made, but I can’t figure out how to do it. They have code to post onto a myspace page or blog, but it doesn’t seem to be working in wordpress. If you’re interested in seeing it, email me or leave a comment, and I’ll send it to you.
Anyway, if you’re looking for a fairly simple way to combine your own photos with music, text and some nice animation, give greetingflix a whirl.
Well, that little meme interlude was fun. Now, back to our regularly scheduled blogging…
We had a kind of bloody couple of days last weekend. The Potato, in his ongoing efforts to prove that we’re neglectful parents who don’t keep a close enough eye on him, went into his sister’s room, borrowed her scissors, and cut a chunk out of his finger. And the Bee had another of her gushing, midnight nosebleeds.
I’m not sure that there is anything that is more frightening than waking up to the sight of your child standing next to your bed, covered in blood. Gets the heart rate up, I’ll tell ya. The Bee has always had nosebleeds at night, but it seems lately they are bloodier than ever. Honestly, I went into the bathroom after a recent one, and it looked like a murder had been committed in there.
Usually, we have her put vaseline in her nose at night, during the winter months when the heat is on and it’s really dry. I’m surprised that she’s been having them this spring, because she’s much less susceptible when the humidity is higher. My web-searches on “kid nosebleed” seem to be revealing that it’s unlikely these are a symptom of a more serious problem, so I’m not feeling real worry about it. But the amount of blood that one nosebleed can produce is startling, to say the least.
I got tagged by Jim (and sorta by Doppelganger, with her ‘I’m-not-tagging-you-but-do-this-anyway’) with the eights meme. The rules of this one seem to be–write eight random habits/facts about yourself, and then tag eight more people. Are eight people even reading this blog anymore? Guess we’ll find out.
- I go to the movies by myself. And not good movies, either. Summer blockbusters? Can’t wait. Action flicks? Bring ‘em on. Spiderman 3? Saw it. Pirates of the Caribbean 3? Gotta get tix. The good movies, I save for Netflix, to watch with landisdad.
- I’m so old, I watched The Simpsons when they were on the Tracey Ullman show. Yes, in Fox’s second year on the air. Hard to believe it’s 400 episodes later.
- Sometimes, landisdad and I engage in snarky conversations in which we imagine our children talking about how awful we are. Tonight’s featured a reposturing of the children’s classic Guess How Much I Love You as Guess How Much I Hate You. Yes, it was that kind of day.
- Sunday nights are for gin and tonics, and whatever’s on HBO. Usually, after spending a full weekend with The Boy Who Doesn’t Nap, we’re ready for hard liquor and cursing. On a related note, is anyone enjoying this season of the Sopranos?
- One reason I’m a bad mother? My daughter is nearly eight, and I still haven’t finished teaching her how to ride a bike without training wheels. We did some more practicing today. What can I say–she’s just not that into it.
- I am a person who’s inherently lazy. To fight against this characteristic, I over-commit myself. The pressure of other people’s disapproval is the only thing that keeps me on the straight and narrow.
- I’m spending way too much time writing this blog entry, trying to fall on the side of quirky, not strange.
- Despite the fact that I have the first and middle names of about nine saints, I still took a third name when I was confirmed. I chose “Cecilia.” Because of the Simon & Garfinkel song.
If your kids don’t yet have this book by Maura Kalmans, you really should think about getting it for them. The tale of Pennywise and her dog, Pete, it’s good for a preschooler or younger elementary student. I think it would be especially good around the back-to-school time of year, though it seems to work in our house any time.
Pennywise and her brother, Mookie, have a dog named Pete, who comes to school one day and eats the encyclopedia, which makes him the smartest pet around. It’s really a story designed to calm the fears of a nervous student.
The Bee was reading it to me tonight, and finding it fairly hilarious. She’s pretty susceptible to academic competition, so I like that she’s interested in a book that takes some light jabs at the school environment. Probably my favorite line is this:
School. You never know when you will be stupid in front of the whole class (and someone will whisper, “what an idiot”).
The descriptions (and accompanying pictures) of the teachers are also very funny. My personal favorite is the English teacher, Dividar Divecky, who loves Gertrude Stein and the thesaurus. Plus, there’s a pop quiz at the end–who doesn’t love a pop quiz?
Check it out–the landisclan gives it eight thumbs up.
There’s really nothing that says summer to me like a nice, early-evening electrical storm. Driving to pick up the Potato tonight, I watched as a huge, purple streak of lightning split the sky, and thought, ‘now that’s what summer is about.’ I ran across the parking lot at his daycare, pelted by enormous drops of rain, and when we came out he looked at me quizzically before splashing through the puddles. We both got wet, but now that the Potato is insisting on buckling himself into his car seat at least I didn’t have to stand there getting soaked with the car door open, fumbling him into the belts.
I remember one night in high school, driving home from work in a similar shower while my car’s tires were awash from the flooding in the street. We drove through that again tonight, and I think the Potato was jealous that he couldn’t make as big a splash as the car could.
“I don’t have that algorithm memorized yet.”
Honestly? I had to look up how to spell ‘algorithm.’
Also, how old were you when you first had math homework that looked like this:
21 – (12+6)=
I’m thinking it was sixth or seventh grade, personally. Have I forgotten that much, or has math really gotten that much harder?
Happy Mother’s Day, to all my sisters in mom-hood!
On Saturday, the kids and I went to the farmer’s market…
…where they bought me some flowers.
Today, we had a picnic at a historic village…
…the Potato practiced his stick-throwing…
…and the Bee posed in front of a lake.
Camikaos from Mommified Me put out this meme, and I took the bait.
1.)Q. Can you cook?
A. Can I? Yes. Do I? Veerrrry rarely.
2.)Q. What was your dream growing up?
A. That I’d be a successful writer. So much for that one.
3.)Q. What talent do you wish you had?
A. I really wish I was a better language learner.
4.)Q. Favorite place?
A. I want to say something fancy, like Rome. But it’s probably more true to say my bed.
5.)Q. Favorite vegetable?
A. French fries don’t count, do they? If not, I’d have to say the avocado.
6.)Q. What was the last book you read?
A. Piratica by Tanith Lee. What, aren’t you reading my “What I’ve read” page?
7.)Q. What zodiac sign are you ?
A. I’m so lucky, because this is the best bar answer. Cancer (or in my Jersey girl accent, “cansah”)
8.)Q. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
A. Hell, yeah! Only one tattoo (so far), but a bunch of extra holes.
9.)Q. Worst Habit?
A. Does cursing like a teamster count as a habit?
10.)Q. If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A. I get a lot fewer offers than I did when I was 16 or 17.
11.)Q. What is your favorite sport?
A. Biking. Or maybe swimming. To participate in, that is, not to watch. Don’t want to watch sports.
12.)Q. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Both. I plan for the worst and hope for the best.
13.)Q. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A. Hope that my deodorant was working.
14.)Q. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A. I was homeless for three weeks, and slept in a bus station.
15.)Q. Tell me one weird fact about you:
A. I don’t think anything I do is weird.
16.)Q. Do you have any pets?
A. Right now, two cats, but we’re talking about getting another kitten.
17.)Q. Do u know how to do the macarana?
A. Thankfully, I erased that part of my brain by drinking a lot of tequila one night in San Diego.
18.)Q. What time is it where you are now?
A. 10:23 p.m.
19.)Q. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A. I’m agnostic on the subject of clowns.
20.)Q. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be???
A. I’d lose 60 pounds.
21.)Q. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A. Depends on what you were planning to pull off. I’m not down for any violent felonies. A little trespassing now and then never hurt anyone.
22.)Q. What color eyes do you have?
23.)Q. Ever been arrested?
A. No, but not for lack of trying (see number 21)
24.)Q. Bottle or Draft?
A. Definitely bottle.
25.)Q. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
A. Probably split it between saving for kids’ education/our retirement and buying something irrational.
26.)Q. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
A. Orbit Bubblemint
27.)Q. What ‘s your favorite bar to hang at?
A. Yeah, if you haven’t noticed, this is a mommyblog. I haven’t gotten to hang out in a bar regularly in about 8 years. But if I could go back in time, it’s probably Doctor Bombay’s, on 16th Street in the Mission. (Closed? So sad! Why did I google it?)
28.)Q. Do you believe in ghosts?
29.)Q. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. Read. Play with kids. Blog. Ride my bike.
30.)Q. Do you swear a lot?
A. Not on my blog. Not to my kids. But to my coworkers? Hell yes.
31.)Q. Biggest pet peeve?
A. People who use the apostrophe in an inappropriate manner.
32.)Q. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Three-dimensional (okay, it’s a compound word).