Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Parenting Olympic Level Challenge: Maintain your place at the front of the line at the DMV for two hours and five minutes while simultaneously entertaining a hyperactive 18-month-old with a propensity for personal harm. You are armed only with a cell phone and a tube of chapstick. Cell phone may not be used to call for reinforcements.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Yesterday the Biggie acted out an elaborate story called “Crocus: The First Sign of Spring” starring two stuffed Peeps. It included, among other things, a skating lake of rainbow ice and a magical crocus garden which caused the Peeps to shrink down in size and then grow into giants, a la Alice in Wonderland. The Peeps were sent to us, along with real marshmallow Peeps, chocolate eggs (which I sneakily stashed in the pantry and have eaten almost all of), jelly beans, etc, etc, by the saintly Grandma Dubbidu, who knows I am forever and always a sugar addict. Hm--maybe she meant for the KIDS to have all that stuff.
The arrival of the package was honestly the most exciting thing to happen to us all week. We’re in the long, slogging, almost-spring time now. It seems like each new day MUST be when it’s going to happen--winter will truly be over! But then it starts to snow, or sleet, or the sky simply turns that soul-defeating gray I became so familiar with while living in Seattle. We’re ever-optimistic here in the hinterlands, though. I was driving down the street the other day, windows open with a warm breeze blowing in, soaking up the sunshine and feeling like a million bucks, when I passed one of those electronic thermometer signs. It was 38 degrees.
The dog is getting bigger, and no longer eliminates randomly throughout the house. The Wee One is becoming ever more dangerous and unpredictable in her movements. Her charm factor is increasing, however, as she adds new songs to her repertoire. (She currently performs “Where is Thumbkin?” “The Goodnight Song” and the opening notes of Beethoven’s Ninth, as well as unidentified succession of notes which is accompanied by a bottom wiggle and means, “Hey, I want that!”)
The Biggie has turned over a new leaf with the whining, i.e. it’s diminishing at last. The school board finally redistricted the elementary schools and we can tell her which one she’ll be starting at in the fall. Fortunately it’s the one with the most amazing playground on earth, complete with a miniature Cornell bell tower, awesome swings and ride-on dolphin sculptures. Because, you know, that’s what’s really important in an elementary school. Anyway, I digress, but it’s all pretty much digression, isn’t it?
Are there any brownies left in the cookie jar? Off I shuffle. Hope you all are well.
The arrival of the package was honestly the most exciting thing to happen to us all week. We’re in the long, slogging, almost-spring time now. It seems like each new day MUST be when it’s going to happen--winter will truly be over! But then it starts to snow, or sleet, or the sky simply turns that soul-defeating gray I became so familiar with while living in Seattle. We’re ever-optimistic here in the hinterlands, though. I was driving down the street the other day, windows open with a warm breeze blowing in, soaking up the sunshine and feeling like a million bucks, when I passed one of those electronic thermometer signs. It was 38 degrees.
The dog is getting bigger, and no longer eliminates randomly throughout the house. The Wee One is becoming ever more dangerous and unpredictable in her movements. Her charm factor is increasing, however, as she adds new songs to her repertoire. (She currently performs “Where is Thumbkin?” “The Goodnight Song” and the opening notes of Beethoven’s Ninth, as well as unidentified succession of notes which is accompanied by a bottom wiggle and means, “Hey, I want that!”)
The Biggie has turned over a new leaf with the whining, i.e. it’s diminishing at last. The school board finally redistricted the elementary schools and we can tell her which one she’ll be starting at in the fall. Fortunately it’s the one with the most amazing playground on earth, complete with a miniature Cornell bell tower, awesome swings and ride-on dolphin sculptures. Because, you know, that’s what’s really important in an elementary school. Anyway, I digress, but it’s all pretty much digression, isn’t it?
Are there any brownies left in the cookie jar? Off I shuffle. Hope you all are well.
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