photography

I hope to blog more later ... but for now, go here and look at the pretty pretty picture!

nighty-night wii

No joking here ... My son could not be talked out of his choice of bedtime story, tonight.

Are you ready?

It was the Best Buy Wii catalog/magazine. (The one you get in the store, not the sales flyer in the paper.) Yes. There I sat on the couch, this evening, describing some of the pictures of games to him. I felt ridiculous, but he wouldn't even discuss changing his choice of story. Darnnit ... I wanted to look at that later, and now he has it in bed with him...

My son is two and half, and said,"dehtjsu god fo mawio" in his prayer this evening. Thank goodness he prayed for his Papa Brown and Mama, too, or I'd be really worried.

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This all parallels a desparate search for a Wii. My husband wants one for Christmas. I believe him when he says somethingliek this is good. He loves to "game" (as they call it...), and used to work for a video game company. He's no dummy ... I did my own short-term research, too. I decided it was likely a good buy, and decided to go ahead with things. Unfortunately, this started this past Sunday (17th). Friendly advice: When someone tells you something is sold out everywhere, believe them. You are not going to find it in Sticksville, or anywhere else. Don't bother calling Best Buy or Toys R Us. They are so completely sold out, they've added this bit a trivia to the recording that picks up their phone, when you call the store. Toys R Us online might offer a bundled package, but it's not likely that you really want to pay that much for a bundle including games you'd never buy without the bundle. Don't bother with Circuit City, Target, or Wal-Mart, either. Wal-Mart may be offering a Wii gift card, but it ain't the real thing. I've got a bid in on one on Ebay, but since I'm not willing to pay more than the $300 minimum bid, I'm really not holding my breath ...

Wii shall have to wait until January for our game play.

'Tis the Season

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la laaaa la la la la!

Fun, Fun, Fun 'till the roaches take the bread away

Yes, cockroaches. In my kitchen. Two different kinds. I am often disinfecting countertops and sinks ... I'm paranoid about that sort of thing ... but, this week, I think I've disinfected, boiled, washed, disinfected again, bleached, disinfects, washed more times than snowflakes on my porch. I've called our association, because I want an eterminator in here, and I'm guessing it's not just my unit that needs attention. Here's hoping they actually pay for it. (hahahahaaa! I'm so funny.)

(normally, I'd insert a picture of the topic, now ... but I've been staring at these pictures all week, trying to identify and learn about my new pets, and they make my sking crawl ... I've decided to spare you that. You may thank me now.)

On the bright side, I have a brand-new-shiny stainless steel (with a lid) garbage can and many pretty (and very expensive) new containers for cereal, pasta, and other misc. food items.
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On an entirely different note, I've started my son's very first "potty chart." For those of you not familiar with the concept, it's very simple. Every time he puts his pee-pee in the potty, he gets a sticker to place in that day's column, on a chart. When the chart shows the required amount of stickers (this week it's 2), on each day of the week, a treat has been earned. I thought it would make it more tempting for him, if he knew he could pee standing up ... so I tried to tell him, and position him for the deed ... he thought I was a very silly, silly mama. Here I am, putting him on a step stool, lifting the lid to the toilet, and trying to show him how to direct his pee into the potty ... my daughter (who cannot mind her business) keeps peeking around the corner and giggling. I said to my son that this is what Daddy did sometimes, and my daughter yells out,"Daddy doesn't do that!." --To which I responded, "yes he does, he just closes the door, first." This, apparantly, was a suprising and new revelation. My son, giggling now and trying to instruct me that the seat should be down, still thought me loony. When I related this to my husband, he laughed and said he supposed he could understand how I thought it was an enticing novelty, but asked me to please not encourage our son to do this for at least a few years. He was anticipating pee being sprayed everywhere. Funny, but in my efforts to make this whole thing "fun," I hadn't thought of that...


<--------------- the cat gets it ... how hard can it be!?

better late than never ...

As promised ... a little late, ribut better than never! Allow me take you on a tour ... to the left you'll see the pumpkin I carved. I'm very proud of myself, so please feel free to oooo and ahhh. On the right you'll notice the lovely purple wizard robe sewn by my very own hands. The black one was sewn by my mother. It needed to be drastically cut down from the pattern, and veteran sew-er that she is, took on the task. I'm breaking some of my own rules, here, to show you these pictures ... go ahead and remark on how cute they are...
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Happy Birthday to my daughter ... this castle is my first time working with fondant. I liked it, but wouldn't mind another crack at it sometime ...

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We visited family at Thanksgiving, and had our annual trip to Chocolate World ... I get very nostalgic there.

snowed in

It took my daughter's antics to get me out of my blogging funk. I absolutely had to write about it. Every school in the Chicago area is closed. It's windy and cold and the snowhas been coming down all night. My daughter is soo excited that she actually got up, got dressed and came into our room wearing a spring jacket, asking if she could go outside to play. It was 6:30am. Too funny. It's 8, now, and the snow is still coming down. Every 15 minutes or so, she asks if she can go out, yet. No way. No how. I am not standing out in the bitter wind and snow while she plays. If that makes me a monster, then call me Sully or Mike and get over it.

Now that I'm actually typing again, I guess maybe I should do this thing up right. Updates, apologies and promised pictures. On second thought, I think I'll make it a second entry, and I'll try and do it later on today...

the great costume caper

As previously mentioned, I'm sewing the kids' Halloween costumes. It's really a pretty simple thing, these wizard's robes ... unfortunately, I've never done this before, so it's taking me quite a long time.

Saturday. My Mom came over and helped me to pin the pattern, and cut the material out. Quite the hilarious task, as we were both exhausted, and the material turned out to be slippery (we hadn't thought it would be a problem). If you've ever used a pattern ... 'nuff said.

Sunday. wasn't feeling well, nothing happened.

Monday. darn cold.

Tuesday. I wanted to start sewing the pieces on but realized that although I ahd been running errands all morning, I had not bought the thread I needed. Argh!

Wednesday. I meant to begin, but didn't get much further than getting my brand new machine set up and ready to go.

Thursday. I got a phone call from my daughter's dance instructor. She was calling to remind me that that evening's class was a costume party. My daughter was a cat for the party, not a wizard. (No big deal ... she really like that she got to wear make-up for the nose and whiskers.) I did start, though. I was very proud of myself.

Friday. The main robe is done, the sleeves are sewn, but not attached. The outer hood is done, but not attached. After several calls to my Mom to ask her what to do next, I finally invited her over. She's making my son's robes because the pattern only went to a 7 and he's a 3T. She's good at the whole sewing thing, so we both figured she had a better chance of doing a good job with his. Anyway, she needs him to try it on, so she figured she might as well drive up here, tonight, and "hold my hand." I'd like to make it clear that I've done everything for my daughter's costume. --Just had to be talked through it, is all. :-)

I wish I could have done my son's, too ... but it wasn't possible. I should have started earlier, I guess.

I will be sure to post picture when I am done.

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ...

When you have young children, it's wasy to mark major events by the changing of the seasons. For example, it solves repeated inquiries as to Christmas, in the middle of the summer. "Christmas is when it is very cold and there is snow." Today is October 12, yes October 12. It snowed this morning. No longer concerned with Halloween, my daughter ran around the apartment singing about Christmas. Grand. My husband and I have dug a small hole for ourselves, here. Not too difficult to get out of, I don't think ... but a hole nonetheless. Who would have thought it would snow so early?! Yes, this is Chicago. But I've lived in this area since I was 8, and thought I could at least count on no snow until November. Often, the first snow is on my Mom's birthday, in December. Of course my husband, who has lived in the Chicago area his whole life, took the opportunity to inform me that it was snowing the day he was born. (October 14.) That day and today must be the only days it has snowed in Mid0October in 30 years, because I certaintly don't remember it happening before. I was only 9 months old when he was born, and in Pennsylvania at the time. So of course I was not privy to this strange Chicago weather behavior. [note: I hope you've used a sarcastic inner voice while reading this.] At any rate, my children have now been involved in their very first snowball fight, with one another. By the time I grabbed the camera, though, it was over. Pity. It was cute. My daughter was doing snow angels, too. I had to grab a couple of blankets for them, because we had to get into the car after all of that snow-time fun. Their joy almost made me excited for the snow. Almost. Can I move to California now?
Mention of my husbands birthday reminds me ... he's turning thirty in two days. He made so much fun of me, last February, when I was turned thirty. Now he faces the same issues I did. Growing up. Gone are the fun twenties. Here come the responsible thirties. What a mind job an age does to you. We've been responsible adults and parents for 5 years, now. But saying "thirty" freaks us out. What-ever. (<----please use valley-girl "w" with your hands when you say that.) Since thirty is such a momentous occasion my Mother has agreed to watch the kids and keep them overnight, so that the hubbie and I can spend some much needed and highly unusual time alone together. How nice. How very very very nice. Bet we are so confused by the lack of whining, giggling, screaming, crying, demanding voices that we end up frittering the time away do not much of anything; only to regret it and realize what we should have done, when it's time to pick the kids up. Isn't that always the way of things? Sigh ... it will be nice no matter what.

I tried to post this picture last week ... I had trouble, and then forgot I hadn't done it!! I'm still having trouble geting the picture posted, but I did want to say that I have a brand new (and very first) niece. YAY. Her mother was only 24 weeks along when she was born, but mom and baby are doing extraordinarily well. The daddy is my husband's brother. CONGRATULATIONS to them!! (even though they don't read this.) She is almost 2 weeks old, and I got see her last weekend. What a precious bundle. I had to try hard not to cry, she's that precious. I was a little suprised at the force of my emotions, when I saw her for the first time. I just wanted to scoop her up and take her home, she's that beautiful. Seriously.

I'm sitting in the airport, my flight's been delayed. This post will get online later tonight, or tomorrow morning, if I have time at my hotel. I have a meeting, tomorrow, and then I fly home again. What a whirlwind. I feel like a split personality...but -- that's an entirely different blog.

(aahhhh ... the United terminal at O'Hare)

read a banned book

Some people like football; others like baseball. Some people love music, others would rather play chess. Some people may prefer the NY Times; other's a nice work of fiction. We are all different. By allowing people to read as they choose, we allow those differences to be celebrated, not stifled.

show your support of the freedom to read as you choose, here.

You'll never know it

I am the next GREAT Laurie Berkner. That's right. Too bad you'll never hear any of my hits. There's the ever fabulous Pee-Pee Song. The long standing Love You Lullaby. My personal favorite came by divine inspiration yesterday at dinner. My son looked at me, picked up a piece of ham and looked at me (shocked), "Mama! Ham!" So, I started singing theHam on My Plate song. It's rather genuis, really ... my son was even singing it, after awhile. I just made up those titles. They've never had titles before. Cool. I rock. But you'll never know it ...





<------- that's a flying pig ... I didn't think it appropriate to show the monkeys ...

errands and rainbows

As I write this, I'm sitting watching Barbie: Swan Lake, with my children. Now there's quality entertainment...At least it's from the library, and in a week, I won't have to look at it anymore. --Until the next time my daughter sees it sitting onj the shelf, calling her name ... sigh. The plus side? It's 11:50am, and this is the first time I've been left alone, and experienced peace, since 5:45. (I'm not including the 2 times my son woke me up by crying, during the night.)

We dropped my husband off at the train station, this morning, so we could run errands and go to dance class. So ... away we went. Wal-Mart (joy), Hobby Lobby, and the library. My son destroyed anything happy that may have resided inside of me. I currently feel like a stressed out, tired shell of a being. Of course, after the library, I gave in to temptation and stopped at the culvers drive-through, instead of being good and getting lunch at home. I just don't care. I can't wait until nap time. I can either read, watch a movie, or sleep. I can drink coffee and have yummy brownies my husband made for me; Nobody is going to cry, scream, give me attitude, complain, or anything else. Hopefully, all will be well after my son gets some rest and my daughter gets her quiet time. Maybe then we can enjoy each other for a bit, before I drop him off at a friends and take her to dance class. If not ... well ... I may have hide until tomorrow.

On a good note, I downloaded pictures from my camera. I love this one! I can't believe it even turned out ... I was sticking my head out the window of a moving car!!

more from other people

The following is an excerpt from another blog, Suburban Bliss, that I was reading. It made me laugh, and really puts things into perspective ...

"To say I was in a bad mood was an understatement. I'm sure my friends love when they see me and the first thing out of my mouth is, "BLAH BLAH BLAH MY LIFE SUCKS!!!!" (I know my therapist loves it.)

But then something happened.

As I sat having epileptic seizures from all the flashing lights and the music and the screaming children: I saw the guy dressed as Chuck E Cheese.

There he was, crouched down to greet all the kids, all the wired, hyper children coated in pizza grease. It must be hot in that full fur outfit, I thought, because it's kind of warm not in a full fur suit what with all the manic energy in this room.

And I watched him crouched down with kids lurching themselves at him and he almost fell over. Then I watched my friend's little girl trying to shove her tickets in Chuck E Cheese's mouth, thinking he was a ride? And the arms on his costume were too short so he couldn't block the tickets from being rammed into his mouth.

I watched him struggle and I thought, with a sinister laugh, "That guy hates his life way more than I will ever hate mine."

And for a moment, I felt a lot better."

better than I could say it

Mom to the Screaming Masses recently wrote a blog that says all I have to say, and more ... Amen, sister ... amen

taking a page from an old friend ...

I was just reading a blog and thought I'd take a page from her book, and be critical of something that has really been bothering me... (I do have a compulsive need to state that I am normally nicer-than-nice and anyone who knows me well would be likely to testify that one of my most dire wishes is for everybody to love each other and get along. PHEW! I feel better. Yes, I'm aware that is so disgusting it's like a beauty pageant response.)

please do

*if you hand wash your dishes, please fill the sink with water and your soap of choice. Please Do not leave the hot water running while you grab a sponge that you continually squirt soap on while washing/rinsing each dish individually. I feel it is unneccesarily wastful of your resources and also icky. Sponges do not get washed and are rarely disinfected. They do not usually dry out properly, either. They are a breeding ground for bacteria. Please use a dishcloth and wash it, in the washing machine, frequently. (or throw boiling water over it.) Thank you. --Also, if this is what you do, please do not come to my house, and instruct me in this manner of dishwashing, stating that it is a much easier and better way of doing things. (however, I do appreciate your ... uh ... helpfulness.)

Please Don't

THANK YOU

dance classes and halloween - Fall is Here!

I'm being boring today, I know, but I've not been doing well with my blogging, so I wanted to just do a quick catch-up of family life ...

My daughter started her dance class again, last night. Last year she started taking ballet and tap. (The Park District offers a combined class, once a week, for her age group.) This year they've added jazz dance to the mix. They have a total of 45 minutes to touch upon all three dance categories, once a week. I don't know how much she'll learn, but I know I know she has fun. At 5 years of age, that's really all I care about. (Although, I was impressed with her at her last recital. She did a good job, far better than what any of were expecting out of a 4 year old on a big stage for the very first time!!) Two of the girls that she became friends with last year are in her class again. They were all very excited, and there's already talk of playdates galore. How nice it is for her to have friends that are girls. (At church the kids her age are mostly boys, and she plays with them pretty well ... unfortunately, they're starting to get to the age when the boys don't always want to play with her.) I was in awe of all the estrogen in the waiting room ... there are no less than 3 [obviously] pregnant women, one 5 month old, and two 2 year olds. Yikes. I was suprised my husband didn't go running from the room. (It was unusual that he was there, though, and maybe that's what led him to stay!?)

Halloween is coming up, and what do you think my children want to sress up as!??? Who else but Harry Potter. --They ARE their mother's children. I found a neat wizard's robes pattern, and thought it would be neat to make those for them to wear. Then, the other day we were at Target and my daughter saw the Harry Potter costume, complete with glasses. Now she wants that. I told her I'd talk to Daddy (meaning, I need daddy to back me up, here), and Daddy said he'd think about it. The whole reason we're hesitating is that I've always made the Halloween costumes. It's a pain. It's stressful. But the purpose of it is that the kids get to be individuals. Nobody else has a costume like their's. They'll also be able to look back and remember the neat (I hope) thinngs Mama did for them. We also try to buy items for the costumes that they can wear in other ways, for a good long while. Costumes cost money, and we feel it's a more justified buy if there are multiple uses. Are we weird?? Maybe we're being ridiculous, and stressing our selves out for no real reason.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognized the person looking back at you? I’m at the airport, tired and bored, a little cranky because the flight has been grounded due to weather in Chicago (our destination). As I was washing my hands, I glanced up and thought, “Who’s that!?” Looking back at me was a young (ish) composed looking business-woman. The woman had nice hair, nice face, and nice clothing. –The kind of woman I see at airports as well as a myriad of other places, and think, “She looks like I wish I did. She looks like she’s smart, successful and talented. I wish …” And then, there she is in the mirror.

That’s not me, though. At least I don’t think it is. I didn’t recognize that person in the mirror. Today I’m all cleaned up because I just finished up two days of meetings, for a volunteer committee I’m on. I’ve got on a nice outfit, and I’m wearing my glasses. There’s make-up on my face and my hair has been blown dry. Not the norm. I’m really a bedraggled, unsuccessful, not so smart or talented, stay-at-home mother of two. That’s the truth. Ripped jeans, not-so-great shirts, hair in a sloppy falling-out-everywhere half-bun/half-ponytail are my uniform. I like to pretend I’m one of those women I see … no I wonder if they may be pretending too

No troops, nukes (!?)

I’m driving down Route 14, yesterday, on my way to the train station. At the corner of 14 and Main I see what looks to be a protest of the War. Y’know, the usual “send the troops home” “Support the troops, not the War” (note: capital “W”)

I’m ready to honk my horn and give them a thumb up when I notice this sign:

no troops, nukes.

I looked at the signs again, and realized that none of them said anything about peace. I must assume that the sign in question meant no troops, but send nukes!? (rather than no troops, no nukes) Is there actually a group of people out there that feel we should simply nuke our enemies and this would solve our problems!? Whhaaaa?

As a faithful Christian, I could mention the bible and maybe even thou shalt not kill or love your neighbor as yourself; maybe throw in a few coments about living as Jesus did, for good measure. There's alot I could say regarding respect for all life, human kindness and compassion, tolerance, and love... but I won't. People have a right to believe as they want, even if I disagree with it. They can say what they want, think what they want, do what they choose. That's the beauty of this country, isn't it? I don't have to agree with them.

What I will say is that it makes me sad to realize (not for the first time, not for the last time) that there are those out there who are perfectly sane, highly intelligent beings who do not seem to have the same respect and compassion for life that I do. I will say that my heart hurts to think of those people out there that believe that any type of killing can be justified. But that's just my opinion. Just call me another bleeding heart, tree-hugging liberal. (That's what some mebers of my extended family would say.) I say I'm just another mom for peace. I'm just another mom who wants love to prevail. What's so wrong with that?

"Wherever you go, we go too."

Wow! I never meant for so much time to pass between blogs. I've been experiencing a lack of brain capacity ... I think of all these wonderful things to write about at times I could not possible sit down and write them. Later, when time presents itself, I'm mostly too tired to think - let alone type. It's really not so different now, either. I'm just feeling like this is better than nothing. (I could be wrong about that!!)

I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince for about the millionth time, and I am again struck by the incredible bond of love and friendship between Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Harry's ability and loyalty towards Dumbledore is also beauty itself. If you haven't read this, I strongly encourage you to. --I do wonder, though, if it would be as powerful if I hadn't read books 1-5 first. !?!? At any rate, J.K. Rowling is a complete genious. She knows how to pull you into a story and keep you there. She has a spectacular ability to make characters become real and dance the tune of a scene in your mind. I'm an avid reader and am not sure this has happened so clearly with any other book I have ever read. Of course, this could be well fueled by my immense obsession with good 'ole Harryand his wizarding world, right now.

That's about all I got, today. I'm sure I could keep typing many more paragraphs, but I'm also sure that they wouldn't be very ... ah ... fluid?

I did my hair today

I did my hair today. This entails using a blow dryer and mousse. I had a reason. I had to "play grownup" and go to a big-deal of meeting. There was a touch of makeup involved, too; although this is not quite as big a deal since it was nothing fancy or in depth.

While I was blow drying my hair my son brought me his shoes. While I was dressing, my son kept circling me asking where we were going. After I got dressed my daughter looked at my outfit and asked why I was wearing a nice skirt. Then, my son started carrying his Nemo backpack all over the apartment. (my Mom doesn't have to work tomorrow and was picking them up from a friends house so they could spend tonight and then all day tomorrow with her.) Isn't it interesting the nonverbal cues our children pick up on? I had yet to mention going anywhere to my son when he started behaving as though he knew. [My daughter had forgotten what I'd told her yesterday, and knew that my skirt was out of place. I sometimes forget that you don't have to be very old to pick up on life that's out of the ordinary.] We have 15 stairs to go down to get to the door of our building. Both kids had to take the backpacks out the door and to the stairs, at which point I had planned to take the bags to the bottom of the stairs for them. My son refused to allow me to touch his bag. With a bag that's as tall as he is (when the handle is extended) he went down all 15 stairs, unaided. I repeatedly asked if he needed help; if I could take his bag to the bottom for him. Each time I asked (and then some) he'd say "my bag. my nemo." or "my bag, mama" I think you get the idea. It was very very inportant to him to take care of his own stuff. I still can't decide if I should admire his tenacity or be frustrated with his lack of common sense...

Food/Activity: I love to make pizza with the kids. It fullfills many developmental areas (in my opinion). It's tactile, provides family building, artistic expression, and involvement in the kitchen. Besides, it's fun and good in our tummies.

Dinosaurs, Coffee, and PB&J

Dimetrodon

My Mom came over, last night. She took me to buy coffee, as my husband was working late and had the car. SO, this morning, thank you very much Mom, I had yummy coffee. I reccommend The Papua New Guinea blend (fair trade coffee). [If you buy it, you're helping out the folks on the left. ] It's only 11am, and I already made a second pot. Not good, as far as the day goes ... hopefully I won't need to drink it all at once, like I do first thing in the morning. Also, you should know that my coffeemaker is the teensy kind that only makes 4 cups (about 2 mugs, of average size).

I'm babysitting my best friend's little boy, today. Their regular babysitter is sick, today. He's two years old, and can tell me the name of almost any dinosaur, on sight. This includes dinosaurs that I've only heard of because he's told me about them. Smart kid, cute trick. I'm also thinking about making some PB&J and heading out to the basketball court and adjoining field for a little picnic. I'm just trying to decide if that violates any association rules. I don't recall reading or hearing anything about spreading out a blanket and setting food upon it, but you never know ... (reference "Ode to My Condo Association")

Activity: Counting. When my kids seem ready to learn numbers, I begin by counting stairs when we go up and down them. This happens alot, since we have a condo on the second floor, and you have to go up stairs to get to the entry of our library. I like this method. It not intrusive, they have to use listening skills, and number values get introduced at the same time.

Beautiful Day, NO?

It's probably about 80 degrees, at the most, right now. I can hear a few locusts, the sun is out and there's a light breeze. How nice; How picturesque. This is the kind of day that typically puts me in the best of moods.

I am all out of regular coffee. I've tried to supplement the lack of regular coffee with caffeinated tea -- caffeine, duh -- and decaf coffee --to trick myself with taste (no ... not at the same time, yuck!). It's only worked a little. My head is bothering me. I'm tired and ready to implode. The internet isn't working. (I'm typing this on notepad and hoping to upload it later.) AND, my son refused to sleep at nap time. I made him, "try" for 3 hours. 3 hours of yelling, cajoling, taking dolls away, removing books, threatening, and finally capitulation. He won. What am I supposed to do!?!? --Make him stay in naptime until bedtime!? I hate that he won, though ... Both kids are tired. Since letting them out of naptime, I've taken away a hobby horse, a pillowcase, a (very tiny) bat, and I don't know what else, all because they were implements of destruction and hitting. I've issued simultaneous time-outs and listened to multiple complaints and been hounded like crazy about doing a craft. They've only been out of naptime for an hour.

What a beautiful day I am having.

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I just changed another poopy diaper (that kid is a machine, the last two days), and gave in to the powers of tv. Dora is my best friend, right now, as I am no longer in danger of implosion.
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This is all just the tip of the iceberg...There are other, bigger things happening in our family. Some good, much not so good. None that I feel free to discuss, though. I wish I did. I wish I could. I think it would help me to just "get it all out." I only mention it so that you get an idea of my current state of mind. Somehow I don't think "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhrgh!" quite covers it. I want a do-over, starting at about Friday evening. If anyone can make that happen for me, please don't hesitate. You have my gratitude.

Do you ever have a day like this?

Food: cantaloup. I cut a small cantaloup in half, and use my trust [pampered chef] scooper to hollow it out. It's quick, it's easy, the kids like-y. Good snack.

You sank my Battleship!

We are such total nerds. Right now, my husband and I are sitting, facing each other, and the dining room table. We are both at our laptops, feet touching under the table. I feel like we should be playing Battleship, or something ... it's probably a pretty funny picture. What's even nerdier was when we were in Iowa, for a Conference, and we both had our laptops in the hotel room. My mom laughed and laughed when she realized we had brought both of them. (In our defense ... he needs his for work, and I needed mine because I was there 4 days before him!!)

He just asked me if I was blogging ... upon hearing my affirmative answer he told me he thought I was cute. He thinks it's cute. I definitely married the right man. If there were ever any doubts (there weren't), I can now say ... he's the one!

Truthfully, though ... I'm really not that nerdy. I may like some sci fi shows, I may love me little laptop, I may be obsessed with Harry Potter and the whole wizarding world ... but, that's where it all stops. Once you get past that ... I'm a little strange, but not even a little bit nerdy. My husband on the other hand ... well ...


Games: Today my son enjoyed jumping on top of me like a frog. As the jumpee (not the jumper) I don't reccomend it.

I can only wish it was leapfrog ...

A Star is Born

My daughter is destined for a life in the theater. She's good, too. The other day she was giving a performance, for me, in her room. She did a scene from Harry Potter that had me visualizing the scene from the movie, it was that good. I was impressed until I realized it was from the beginning of "Goblet of Fire." She's not allowed to watch Goblet of Fire, and it had me asking her when it is she saw that scene. Answer: I fell asleep watching it, and the DVD loops. She was in my room (as usual for the middle of the night) when it started playing. "All by itself, mama! I didn't touch it!" (Fortunately, she says I woke up and turned it off shortly after the scene where Hermione wakes up Harry and Ron, at The Burrow.) I digress ... I think I was talking about my daughter's future in the theater...I stress theater, not TV. TV doesn't get the immediate applause and love that she seems to crave, after a performance. She sings and dances, too. I should probably be more specific and say Music Theater. Just yesterday she was jumping up and down on the couch, singing about going down to the river to pray. Too bad I'm not the type to start auditioning her now. I'm sure I'm somehow ruining a good start to a promising child star career. That rarely ends well - or so I've heard ... I'd rather she wait until after college.

When she becomes amazingly successful, I promise to live with total and complete vicariousness. (is that a word??)

Activity: Glue, glue, glue. Especially glitter glue. I let my daughter use the tube of glue, for my son I put a small dab on a q-tip. They have fun coloring animal shapes that I've drawn and cut out with the glue.

Everything in it's place

My son is developing a decided "tick." Everything must be a particular way. At least, in as much as he's aware of or concerned with it.

Toys must be out of the bed before officially being tucked in for naptime. It's pretty funny having a 2 year old ask me to put away the "extra" dolls on his bed. My book must not be on the floor of the living room, but in my lap, at all times. Ditto for my cell phone. If Elizabeth does not take her plate to the sink quickly enough (because, oh, say ... she's still eating ...), he will take it to the sink himself. He found a toy in the wrong compartment in the toy organizer, took it out and brought it to me. (I thought I was the only one in this family that neurotic!) As I said, though, this only pertains to his own personal scope ... ie) he just dumped out all the puzzle pieces and is currently whipping them around the room and sitting in a pile of them playing. There seems to be no real rhyme or reason as to when this neurosis will pop up. He sings ... but mostly in private. I'm not sure my husband even believes me when I tell him how musical his son is. He is completely fearless is a pool, but take him to a lake, and he turns into a wimp. -You must hold him if you go into the water; he mostly ends up playing in the sand, at the shoreline.

I look forward to seeing how this all develops...

Song of the Day: "Pig on Her Head" -- Laurie Berkner

booooring??

Okay ... so I've been trying to give this blog some sort of definition, but I think I'm failing miserably. I've been thinking about adding a themed tip/idea of the day; mostly relating to kids/families. IE) craft corner, song of the day, food favorites, etc. Opinions? Ideas? I'm too tired to write much else, today ...

Food Favorites -- my kids loooove sweet potatoes. I often slice them like french fries, spray them with oil, then broil them. Healthy and yummy!

The Return to Navy Pier

Today S1 (sister-in-law #1) and the 2 kids she's been nannying for the summer, and me and the kids went to Navy Pier. We took the metra to the city and started walking. Walking. Walking. Walking more. Oh yeah, more walking. We saw Union Station, the Sears Tower, the Board of Trade, the Art Institute, Millenium Park, and oh so much more. (I'm not kidding, I think we walked for about an hour and half!) We hadn't planned on walking almost the entire way to Navy Pier. Seriously, that's just ludicrous. By the time we realized that only certain trolleys at certain (very few) stops went there, we were fairly well screwed. S1 and I had a fun time wandering around the streets of Chicago, but it was hot and humid and the kids weren't finding the walk as fun, once we were in the millionth minute. I was really impressed with how they all handled it, though. There really wasn't much complaining ... just slow walking and expressions of exasperation (sp? spell check seems to htink it's fine, but it looks funny to me!?). We finally found a trolley stop that went to the correct destination, but just missed the trolley. 20 minutes later, 2 hours and tweny minutes after we got off the metra, we were on our way! Navy Pier was fun. I wanted to see the tall ships, and the kids wanted to go to the funhouse, so we treated the kids to McDonalds, and started walking down the Pier. The fun house was alright, but so not worth $30. The ships were great, and so were the ducks! We named them (the ducks) Anita, Hugo and Lewis (babies); Estelle, and oh, darn .. I can't remember the names of the older ducks! Well, trust me when I say (again) fun!! We took the trolley to the train station, I held my son, S1 held my daughter, one of the other kids held the stroller and we dismebarked in an all out dead run to catch our train. Fortunately, we made it. We got home. Life is good. The day was great.