Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Greg was despondent. He let everyone in the store know how despondent he was. He also desponded himself the whole ride home. He talked about nothing else the entire weekend.
When you go to law school, one of the first things you learn to do is look for patterns. These things are alike because of x, these things are different because of y. For example, if I have a red apple, a green apple, and a red pomegranate, which ones go in the basket of like items? Depends on what the "like items" are. I can put in two apples. Or I could put in a red apple and a red pomegranate, if the like items are limited to red items. I could put in both apples and the pomegranate, if the like items are pieces of fruit. Can I put a melon in the basket of fruit? How about a tomato? What if the basket is fruit with thin skins, what has to come out? And so on and so forth.
I have yet to figure out the pattern of where to drop Greg off in the morning. Inside the front entrance or outside on the playground, its a mystery. The school is (roughly) L-shaped, and the two drop off sites are at opposite ends. If we pick the wrong one we have to walk all the around the entire school. The past few weeks we have had:
* 34 degrees and sunny = inside
* 42 degrees, lightly drizzling = outside
* 35 degrees, ground damp from overnight rain, but not currently raining = inside
* 35 degrees, ground damp from overnight rain, not currently raining = outside
* 33 degrees, overcast = outside
* 45 degrees, drizzling = inside
* this morning was 32 degrees and sunny = inside
Anyone know what the pattern is? I'm ok with raining = inside, sunny = outside, but as you can see above, that doesn't seem to be the rule. As far as I can tell, the rule is flip a coin.
Its not a holiday weekend unless I am building a POS from Ikea. True to form, I built a dresser this weekend.
On Thanksgiving morning we got all dressed up for a family photo. We took eleventy-gazillion pictures. There is not a single usable picture of the three of them together---someone is blinking/picking their nose/crying/looking away/lunging out of the picture in every single one. We did get a few nice ones of the boys. Princess was...eh...not in the mood. I'm not happy with the lighting and shadow (and do not own Photoshop nor know how to use it), so I don't think any of these will be showing up on the Christmas card.
From the blooper and bad lighting reel:
omg, food coma.
For so many things, but here are just a few.
For these little guys:
Guess who just learned to play Angry Birds?
fyi, all posts for the foreseeable future will be about potty training. Because it is SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME.
Yesterday I was 0 for 3. I hovered and hovered and when I changed the Princess's diaper he took advantage of the 30 seconds I wasn't watching him to pee in his pants.
After dinner I watched carefully for signs of impending poop, but he read Hop on Pop (ha, I totally typed Hop on Poop there) to himself. No grunting, no funny faces. And then I find he stealthily pooped in his pants while reading to himself.
And then he was a lunatic, running around without pants on, screaming "I'm a pirate! I find pirate treasure!" and stops dead in his tracks and pees on the carpet. Not the treasure I was expecting.
All "do you have to pee-pee?" questions are met with NO. So I'm thinking maybe his word can't be trusted.
I'm looking for dessert recipes for Thanksgiving. I told my mother in law I would make a pumpkin bread pudding and a flourless chocolate torte. I have the pumpkin bread pudding recipe but all recipes for flourless chocolate tortes appear to be beyond my limited baking capabilities. Brownies from a box, anyone?
If anyone has a chocolatey something recipe that does not involve lots of dairy or nuts I'm all ears.
I went Christmas shopping today. Apparently so did everyone else. Target was packed.
I like shopping, ordinarily. But I like shopping on Tuesday mornings at 9 am. Shopping with hordes of other people, all of them standing in front of me in the Starbucks line, the store looking like its been picked over by a pack of rabid wolves, makes me sweaty and sort of claustrophobic.
I'm not the kind of person who will abandon a fully loaded cart if there are more than two people in front of me in line, muttering imprecations about how inconsiderate the other people are to be out shopping when I am. But I don't particularly enjoy the manic rush of Christmas shopping. I find I do more and more shopping online. Amazon carries just about everything you could ever want.
I am looking for some good ideas for Christmas for kids. My kids are into anything dinosaurs, Handy Manny, more dinosaurs, and dinosaurs. Also, dinosaurs. And cranes and winches. If you find a dinosaur who is building something with a crane and a winch, that would be perfect.
I would like a potty-trained 3 year old for Christmas. (Not *your* potty-trained three year old, I have enough three year olds around here. But if you want to come over and convince Peter to start using the potty on a regular basis, I'm all for it.)
What do you want for Christmas?
We visited our friends Kevin and Marisa in South Jersey today, and had an awesome time. The brunch was delicious and the kids had a blast. It was so nice to see them, I really miss hanging out with them.
A few weeks ago Greg went to a cousin's birthday party, and the cousin asked for a GI Joe gun, which greatly puzzled Greg---the cousin is a girl, and in Greg's mind, a gun is clearly a boy's toy. (I'm doing a great job on the gender-neutral parenting, apparently.) Ever since the party, he has been asking for a gun. But Grandma is not a fan of toy guns, and while they don't really bother me, I've haven't gotten any for Greg.
However, our friend's three year old son H is apparently a weapons enthusiast. Plenty of laser guns, light-sabers, swords, and my favorite, a mace. Ha, a mace. Every three year old needs a mace.
Greg and Peter were much enthralled with the killing and shooting and general mayhem:
|nobody move, nobody gets hurt|
|doesn't this look like a glamour shot?|
Last night we went to a PTA dance at the elementary school. I had about as much desire to attend a dance for kindergarteners as I did for attending dances in high school--that is to say, none. Greg is also not a fan of crowds, loud noises, or doing anything new (just like his mother), so I didn't tell him about it until an hour before. He spent the following hour stomping about the house, "I won't go! I'm just going to stay home! You go without me! I will be absent! Its past my bedtime!"
Telling him he could bring a flashlight while we walked to school in the dark changed his mind. Flashlights are cool. He spent the whole walk to school saying "ooh, I'm scared. Its spooky. I've never been out this late before."
We walked into the dance and immediately he cried. "I want to go home." Loud noises + lots of people = Greg wants to leave. We sat on the chairs on the side for a few minutes. Then Greg's little buddies, T and Z found us. T and Z were dancing like maniacs, the music changed to a song that Greg knew, and all of a sudden it was a-ok.
The little guy danced his little booty off. Omg, watching kindergarteners dance is so funny. (The picture quality is not so great, since I was taking pics of moving children in a dark gym, but you get the general idea.)
|that's my son, free-stylin'. All that's missing is cardboard and a boombox.|
I love pretty curtains. Love them. Lately I have been loving giant florals and ikats. Sadly I only have one giant floral in my house, everything else is plain Jane.
Here are some pretties in my inspiration folder:
From 6th Street Design School. Aren't these gorgeous with the pillows?