Facts of Life, Cont.

5 11 2009
tetris-baby

toothpastefordinner.com

So, today for some reason, K was back to talking about having babies and taking care of them, etc.  She drug out her baby-doll cradle and blankets and was playing with her one lonesome unpacked doll.  She went downstairs and made some homemade applesauce in her play kitchen, even.

And then, in the evening, I was resting downstairs and decided to watch a DVR’d episode of “Deliver Me”.  Yeah, it’s one of those weird baby-train shows on Discovery Health, and they all seem to be appealing for the same reasons you might want to lean over and peer at a train wreck.

Anyway, K came downstairs and started watching part of the show with me, and they were performing a C-section.  Now, back during our extensive Facts of Life conversations, we talked about babies getting born two different ways, and that sometimes doctors have to help the babies out through the front of the tummy.  This was especially interesting to her because I told her that was how SHE was born, and so seeing it (discreetly) on TV seemed to help her make sense of it all.

Anyway, the conversation then went like this:

K: Ok Mom, it’s time for you to have another baby.

CM: WHA???

K: yeah, here is a baby, now put it under your shirt and I am the doctor and I am going to help the baby come out and get born.

CM: um, ok…

K: I have a needle and I am going to poke you, so it’s going to hurt.

CM: well ok, but the doctors usually give the mommy some medicine first so the needles don’t hurt.

K: ok here’s some medicine, now I’m getting my needles and doctor tools…

CM: (slightly cringing)

(she simulates gutting me and then yanks out a large plastic infant from under my shirt)

K: Wow, there you go ma’am, she is adorable!  oh but give her back to me because I have to use this towel to wipe her off.  OK, there you go.

CM: thanks doctor!  is it a boy or girl?

K: a beautiful baby girl…

CM: what’s her name?

K: ummm, Gogo.

CM: (choking laughter) ok then.

K: ok ma’am, enjoy your baby. I have to go help another customer now.  Have a nice day.





I Major in Cute

3 11 2009

K has been reminding me of her undisputed ability to be cute lately…

The other night, I was hanging out upstairs with FF chatting about nothing in particular, and K comes running up with a bottle of water:

K: mom! this is my beer water!

(both parental units laugh)

K: it is really good, I am going to drink this beer water!

(starting to get a little nervous that I’ve somehow programmed her to start on the path of alcoholism at age 3)

K: here, you should have some beer water, mom and dad!

FF: I know you are just playing kiddo, but beer is only for adults…

K: NO DAD, not BEER, it is BEARD water!

CM and FF: ummmmm ok…

K: yeah, you drink it and it makes your beard grow right here on your chin (gesturing) and then when you are done you can just wipe it off with your hand, see?

CM: oh great! (quietly relieved about the beer thing)

K: here, try some beard water and grow a nice fluffy beard!

CM: yum!

________________________________

On Sunday night, Aunt D gave K a Maisy book.  She was very thrilled with this, especially because it is one of those books with action flaps and tabs you can pull etc.  I have been home sick the last 2 days and for some reason, K has decided that reading me her Maisy book several times a day is just the thing to get me on the path to recovery.  It is sooo cute and sweet (even if I actually did sleep through it a couple times).

Anyway, this morning FF was getting ready to take her to school and I thought they had already left, when she comes bolting upstairs, into the bedroom and goes “MOM! I forgot to read Maisy to you before leaving so I came back!  I will read it to you now before I go to school!”

All together now….”AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”





Weirdest Cat Story Ever

1 11 2009
wave

I'm as smart as I am beautiful!

…at least in my personal experience.

So, this weekend, we went up north to visit with Gmom, Uncle Bubba, and to have Halloween adventures with K’s boy cousins.  We also brought K2 with us because of last-minute schedule conflicts for her parents.  It was a whirlwind, fun trip, and the kids had a blast.  They each got enough candy to sink a few small, poorly-provisioned battleships.

Anyway, we got home tonight in the early evening hours, and FF went in to use the restroom while I cleaned out the misc kid trash from the back of the van.  He came back to the garage and informed me that he had bad news.  Several terrible scenarios began to flash through my mind, because after all, we DID leave the house unattended on the most mischievous night of the year! 

But, apparently, I accidentally locked poor Cookie in one of the upstairs bathrooms yesterday when I was getting ready to leave.  I swear I saw her and Juno playing upstairs before I left, but either she has ninja-cat skills which include passing through doors…or I screwed up.  I think I learned a valuable lesson here.  Cookie was lonely, hungry, and yowling, but none the worse for wear otherwise.

Back to the point…FF warned me the bathroom was very stinky.  After we finished unloading the van, I figured I better go survey the damage so I cautiously entered the bathroom.  I didn’t smell anything, which I thought was weird, but figured it ventilated when FF opened it earlier.  I didn’t see anything out of order except the soap dispenser knocked over, the rug folded a bit, and a roll of toilet paper half-unfurled.

My next thought was that she must have done her business in the bathtub, and I was dreading the mess because I knew that some of K’s bath toys had been in there.  So I carefully swept back the curtain, only to find…nothing but toys.

I was starting to get puzzled, so I picked up the rug and realized it was a little damp with cat pee but not much.  Then I turned around, and did a major double-take. 

There was a rather sizeable pile of cat poo IN THE TOILET.   And not just haphazardly littered around the bowl, but actually NEATLY DOWN IN THE WATER, just as if a human had sat there and done their business a few times without wiping or flushing.  I literally rubbed my eyes and looked again, just to be sure I wasn’t seeing things.  Yep, still a bunch of cat poops in the toilet.

I was still dumbfounded so I went to get FF to act as independent witness.  He was shocked into speechlessness, which is very rare for him with anything cat-related.  Apparently, we have a cat-genius, and even at a frustrating time which might ostensibly call for all-out biological warfare, she chose to take the clean route.   I was tempted to take a picture for posterity, but I just have to draw the line at photographing cat poo.

I do realize that some people train their cats to use toilets, but this was totally spontaneous and would seem to go against normal cat intuition.  I would have expected to find the rug defiled, if not the floor, tub, or sink.  The fact that she neatly used the toilet proves beyond a doubt that our Cookie Monster is One Unique Cat. 

As if that weren’t enough to keep me in Alice’s Wonderland for awhile, I was telling this story to one of the bro’s on the phone tonight, and K was sitting nearby listening to me. 

She then pipes up with this gem of a confession: “last week, I was just pretending to be a cat, and I wasn’t wearing any clothes at night, and so I went and tinkled in the litter box just like a cat!” 

CM: (choking) OMG are you serious?  were you pretending to use the litter box, or did you really tinkle in there?

K: (quiet voice) for real.  I was being a cat!

CM: oh.my.god.

Welcome to my world, where the cat uses the toilet, and the kid uses the litter pan.





I can’t bear to correct her…

28 10 2009

K is a VERY verbal child and pronounces things extremely well for her age.  Her assessments at preschool have been off the charts in many areas.  But as with most kids, she has a few particular words that she consistently pronounces differently and they are SO cute I can’t bear to correct her!

My top picks:

  • IFE: also known as a “knife” 
  • INNY-AILS: also known as “fingernails”
  • INNY-OOM: also known as the “living room”
  • PEW-FAWN: also known as a “python”




Unbelievable

25 10 2009

CM to FF: you know, K has a very distinct laugh and tone of voice when she is deviling the cats. (overhearing said laugh in the other room.)

FF: muahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!

CM: OMG that was the evilest laugh I’ve ever heard, you cat hater!

FF: muahahahahahaha *cough choke cough*





Interpretive Art

24 10 2009

What better way to create a portrait of one’s father than by artfully arranging apple slices? (note the strings carefully arranged as a mustache.)





A New Obsession

23 10 2009

FF has a new obsession…this Delta faucet (and the ad).  Too bad it’s so expensive…





Data Dump

23 10 2009

So I was in this meeting earlier this week, where the phrase “data dump” got used about 839 times, and one of the attendees kept referring to themselves in the third person.  IE: “well, this is just Jane Doe throwing out ideas but…”

But it’s a timely phrase I guess, since I’ve barely had time recently to throw out a few 140-character tweets, let alone actually write a blog post.  I find that I really MISS the mental purge, and I actually write posts in my head but I am lacking  direct transfer button from my brain to WordPress.  Maybe they’ll make an app for that soon?

So to unburden and update as much as possible while I have a small slice of precious time, I’ll attempt to categorize:

Work

Well, it’s been an interesting semester so far.  Very busy of course, but with the advent of our new “fourth guy”, a productive and positive start to the academic year, I think.  Our organizational structure is stronger than ever, and leadership is more committed to us than ever, I feel.  Personally, I have been able to spend more time doing stuff that I find to be extremely fun and meaningful – providing faculty development, training, and support on those topics where pedagogy and technology collide.   I have lots of plans and dreams and hopes for ways to stretch further, learn more, and grow in this role.   I just want to say here for the record that I am very lucky, and VERY thankful to be working directly with the coolest colleagues anyone could have ever asked for, and within a unit where everyone is valued, appreciated, and recognized.   Our unit is putting on an open house for the rest of our college next week, and I will refrain from going into details other than it involves a TOGA PARTY.  Jealous now, aren’tcha?

A fun and recent random development is something of a lunch philosophy club…ok, not really, but while my coworkers and I do lunch frequently, we are usually pretty rushed.  As the semester gets into the eye of the storm, we have a little more even pacing and some breathing room.  Which means the lunch hour can actually be, well, a lunch hour again.  It’s been so nice to have interesting, thought-provoking conversations (with adults!) that have nothing to do with a) your kids/family life/broken cars, b) work, or c)  H1N1 swine flu.  Sorry RustyG, that you’ve actually BEEN out sick with H1N1 and haven’t been able to partake.  Next week, dude.

Holy brain exercise, batman.

Grad School

Is the devil.  ‘Nuff said.

To be serious though, I am struggling through a rough mid-degree slump.  The cultural foundations class has actually turned out to be pretty interesting, once we got past the first few weeks of irrelevance.  The other class is a challenge and a frustration because I am taking it too early in the ed-tech curriculum rotation but I did not receive proper guidance from the program administrators, and I am stuck now for reasons of logistics and financial aid.  Oh well, at least the instructor is a real gem–she makes it tolerable.

The most exciting (or depressing, depending on how you look at it) thing is that I finally sat down and reworked my plan of study this week and I sort of have the “end in sight”.  If things work out ideally, I may be able to graduate in December of 2010, but depending on a few unforseeables may actually be May 2011.  Either way, just kind of having a date to think about has brightened my outlook considerably.  Maybe I need to create a countdown calendar?

The New House

Well, yeah, it’s awesome.  But to be honest, I am having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that we own it.  It’s kind of like I’m too afraid to embrace it and feel excited about it yet.  Which is strange I know, but I think after struggling for over 6 months to buy it, I’m still shellshocked.  Unfortunately it is still a complete disaster area but each weekend we make a little bit more progress.  Notable accomplishments include getting exactly one (1) picture hung on the wall, and the dining room table set up finally. 

The back yard is a pit of despair badly needing weed killer and landscaping but we just haven’t had time, money, or energy to tackle the project yet.  The yard full of weeds have HUGE thorns and you risk your life by walking across.  They are so dry, big, and strong that they poked all the way thru my cushy crocs.  That has to be at least a half centimeter of rubbery material.  It took well over an hour to de-thorn all of our shoes after we got through the ferret burial process. 

And the master bedroom really needs the long accent wall re-painted.  We still sleep nightly under gang symbols painted in woolite, from the period when the house was in foreclosure and broken in to.  We have the new paint (thanks again Aunt D – you rock!) but again, pretty much need to have the boxes unpacked and out of the way to have room to shift the furniture around.  Sigh.

Oh and due to my craptacular (read: nonexistent) ability to park and/or depth perception, I have crunched the garage door down on the bumper of the mom-mobile a couple times.  Now the opener mechanism is a bit funky and will need some repair, ASAP.  I think we need a horde of home improvement elves.  Does Home Depot sell those?

Misc Family Life

FF has managed to convert the simple cold that K brought home into a nasty bout of bronchitis.  He saw the doc today and left with a sheaf of prescriptions, instructions, and an order for a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia.  Oh and he also got a shot in the ass of flu antiviral…just in case. 

Due to this, the family dining agenda is all messed up.  I barely cook and on those rare occasions that I do, sometimes I barely pull it off.  I can cook a decent homemade mac n cheese, or turkey chili.  Beyond that, it is sandwiches and canned soup as far as I’m concerned.  Thank god I had the good sense to pick a man who is a great cook, except we don’t have much backup plan when he is taking a week off sick. 

Anyway, the point of that rambling stream of consciousness was to relate that he did in fact try to cook dinner the other night, staggering around coughing and feverish.  He is a dedicated spouse and father, people.  This, combined with my amateurish attempts to help, sealed our fate with a rare and terrible ‘Dinner Fail’.  How can you screw up pot roast in a slow cooker so bad that it’s practically inedible?  I don’t know but we managed.

The cats have mostly reconciled.  They play together a lot, and while they don’t sleep in a cuddly cat pile ALL the time, they do so with increasing frequency.  Cookie is still a little too nutso for Juno’s taste, but she is teaching Juno the fine art of playful sneak attacks.   Juno has firmly attached herself to FF, and you can be assured that no matter what time of day, she will be within about 3-5 feet of him at ALL times except when she absolutely must use the litter pan or eat.  He accepts her dog-like devotion with aplomb and even pets her now and then, despite his avowed cat-hate.

Gmom is cooking up a crazy post-Christmas Vegas vacation so we are starting to get excited about that.  Hopefully I’ll be able to sneak out of work for at least a week.  Gotta spend that financial aid productively, you know?

The Evil Genius

Holy cow, the last couple months have been a wild ride. 

The sleep chart kind of fizzled, as I thought it might.  Even with short term goals (M&Ms) and a long term one (Chuck E Cheese) her interest waned rapidly.  However, her sleep did improve significantly around that time, and we have finally achieved a major milestone: she actually will allow us to read to her, tuck her in, and leave her alone to go to sleep without a fuss.  Halle-freaking-lujah.  We thought we’d never see the day.  Unfortunately though, with the cold she brought home last week, her sleep pattern has been blown up again but at least she is still going to bed readily.  Score parents: 1, evil genius: 1.  It’s a dead heat right now.

Behaviorally, she is trying out all kinds of new strategies.  The most noticeable are a sudden affection for the word “NO” (she never really did a NO phase at 2 so I guess we are paying now), and that she is purposefully circumventing the rules if she really wants to do or have something.  She is getting into places and things she NEVER has before (cough cough) like mommy’s bedside nightstand.  She is experimenting with creative fibbing, hiding things behind her back, and generally exhibiting new levels of amazing stubbornness.

But at the same time, her sophistocation and understanding and language and thought processes are growing by leaps and bounds.  She still doesn’t like writing letters and words with us at home (she gets mad that she can’t do it perfectly) but is having a great time talking about letters, words, sounds and rhymes.  So I guess there is hope for her literacy yet.

She continues to pin us down for very detailed, complex explanations of random things.  One night at approximately 4am, she wanted to know why all the dinosaurs died.  Simplified reasoning was not acceptable and she kept badgering until I explained evolution, extinction, meteor strikes, etc.  She remembers this information surprisingly well and discusses it regularly.

And of course, our favorite topic, The Human Body.  See, Gmom gave us a kid-friendly anatomy book to help with the body talks.  As if the whole PENIS thing weren’t stressful (for us, her parents) enough, while looking at the book she wanted a very detailed explanation on where babies come from and why they grow inside mommies………yeah, my THREE year old wanted the birds and bees lecture already.  We are totally screwed. 

Well, it made FF squirm uncomfortably (must be a dad thing) but we gamely carried on (with the book as an aid) and explained everything as simply as possible.  K absorbed all the information, and wanted to see pictures of herself as a newborn so we did that.   I had hoped perhaps that might be the end of it for the time being. 

But oh, no…that would be TOO EASY.

In the next few days, she was carrying out a lot of pretend play about having babies and could be randomly heard walking around asking us, or the cats, or her toys to lend her some sperm so she could grow a baby.  Whoa.    Again, I hoped after a few days, she’d move on to something else.

But oh, no…that would be TOO EASY.

Last Thursday, FF picked her up from school (oh yes, here it comes) and was informed that our dear, darling, little evil-genius lectured the whole class of 3-5 year olds on The Facts of Life.  I think I am equal parts proud, dismayed, and amused.  Fortunately the teacher was very supportive and she was very impressed with K’s level of understanding and accuracy.  She expressed approval for teaching K the proper words and concepts instead of passing her off on a stork tale (does anyone try that anymore?). 

It is however, a day that will go down in our personal parenting book of infamy.

2009-01-07-Birds-and-Bees





You Know You Have Kids…

18 10 2009

When all the light switches and doors in your house look like THIS:

How do they manage to be sticky and messy ALL the time?!

How do they manage to be sticky and messy ALL the time?!





Braindead

17 10 2009

Well, I haven’t had the intellectual fortitude to actually sit in front of the computer to write anything meaningful for days…and so I come to you from the limited confines of my iPhone.

Pretty braindead here…K has come down with a cold (I do hope only a cold and not flu), I have mountains of homework to do this weekend and for the first time in my life worried that I may not be able to pass a class. The house is a mess, the cats are nuts playing and galloping everywhere, spreading bits of litter everywhere with abandon.

But hey we have a new blog domain (check out your URL bar) and I can also now be reached at cluelessmom@whatdoyouwantfordinner.net !

More coming soon.





YES!

14 10 2009

Courtesy of sister-in-law Carole, and related to the Tantrum of Epic Proportions:





Pure Happiness

13 10 2009

Cookie is neurotically happy that Juno (cat 2.0) finally is letting her snuggle at times now.  Not as much as Cookie would like, mind you, but she’ll take what she can get.  And they are starting to play more together too, although in general Juno is still a bit aloof at times and much more serious than Cookie monster.

Awwww

Awwww





Chocolate Bars

8 10 2009
Cookie's Crazy Face

This is Her Crazy Face

Well, last night I was on the phone talking to Uncle Esteban the Magnificent, and unwittingly used the word “Halloween” in the conversation.  K immediately perked up and started going NUTS asking questions about Halloween.  She remembers the party we had last year, to some extent, but this is the first year that she really “gets” the whole holiday concept.   We talked about costumes, and trick-or-treating, and pumpkins, oh my.  She finally seemed satisfied and I went off to take a brief nap before tackling my homework.

Now, it just so happens that she recently got a trick-or-treating bucket as a prize from a restaurant.  At the end of my naptime, she started running in to the bedroom to wake me up and chat with me (she does this alot and sometimes will actually “play” with me while I doze.  This usually entails me holding some sort of toy and mumbling dialogue at her and then she carries the game while I sleep through it–but it does give me weird dreams sometimes.)

Anyway, a few minutes later, she came running in very excited saying she was going trick or treating.  She had her bucket and demanded that I put some pretend “candy” in there.  She then went to FF for a handout.  Then she came back to the foot of my bed (where Cookie was sleeping soundly) and asked the cat for some candy.  She grabbed the cat’s sleeping paw and held it over the bucket to simulate handing out candy.  She then repeated the rounds about 2 or 3 more times.  Me>FF>Cookie.  And then, she changed the game a bit.  She wanted me to tell her exactly what kind of pretend candy I was giving her.  I don’t even remember what I said, but it satisfied her and she went off to collect from FF.

Then she came back in the bedroom to hit up the cat for more loot. 

K: trick or treat!  (shuffling noises)

K: MOM! guess what Cookie gave me?

CM: what?

K: CHOCOLATE BARS!  

CM: (at least she didn’t say “tootsie rolls”) oh….how…..nice…. (unable to get certain mental images out of my head)

K: yes! and they have little peanuts in them and everything!  yum!

CM: faaantastic.

K: what does “fantastic” mean?

CM: that you don’t understand sarcasm.

K: huh?





Tantrum of Epic Proportions

7 10 2009

37-tantrumOK, maybe “epic” isn’t really the word.  But it definitely was bad enough to rank up there in the official parental memory registry of Incidents That Shall Not be Forgotten.  Like that time at Safeway over the kid-cart shaped like a truck.  Where she screamed so hard and so long that she lost her voice for the next day.  Or that time at Sam’s Club where I had to traverse the football-field-like store bodily carrying a kicking, screaming, fighting, spitting, toddler.  Or that horrific time we were at a restaurant and her screeching/crying/yelling over not being allowed to rearrange furniture actually drove other customers away. 

Isn’t it AWESOME to be a parent?

And why did our nearly 4-year-old dear daughter not give us a memo that 2-year-old-worthy tantrums were still on the table of viable behavioral options?  Now granted, she was a little tired and hungry prior to our shopping expedition, AND she has been trying on some new developmental game faces lately, but STILL. 

So we blindly went off to Fresh & Easy last night to gather a few groceries.  Usually K is a very good shopper for her age.  We rarely have problems.  I guess the first tipoff was that she obstinately insisted that we buy plums.  OK, now, that seems pretty trivial, right?  But consider that a) we had already selected 4 other types of fruit to purchase, and b) she doesn’t even EAT PLUMS.  Anyway, it set the stage.

The major issue of contention was that she wanted to buy some potato chips.  Generally we try to minimize the amount of junk food we buy, but try not to make anything particular into a “forbidden fruit” type war.  So sometimes, we let her have some Sun Chips or whatever.  But last night, it just wasn’t on the food agenda.  Normally, she is pretty laissez faire about the whole “we are not buying that today” thing.  Occasionally we’ll get a token protest but overall, she has trained us to not expect outright mutiny. 

And to be honest last night she was mostly just complaining about it at first, and then we went to check out.  Fresh & Easy uses only the self-scan stations, which is great because she likes to help hand stuff over and scan it – cool, right?  But last night she was insistently and LOUDLY demanding to do it all herself, and rapidly accelerating into the tantrum DANGER ZONE.  She got angry every time we tried to show her how to line up the barcode with the scanner. Compounded with the potato chip indignity, it was too much and she rapidly melted into a crying, screaming, mess.  For some ungodly reason, to emphasize her suffering, instead of using the usual “mad” cry, she tried out a new version: screaming at the top of her lungs, like you might expect from a child getting their arm cut off with no anesthesia.  Coupled with the biggest crocodile tears I’ve ever seen from her, we parental units then encountered some of the most memorable and epic “stares” from people that we’ve ever received.  Ya’ll parents out there, you know what I’m talking about.  

Well, somehow we managed to keep our zen and resist the urge to strangle/yell at her give her reinforcement.  She screamed and cried all.the.way.home. 

Next post topic: the good stuff that makes it all worth days like this.  (or something along those lines, to you know, balance out my frame of mind.  Parenting Yin and Yang, right?)





Roller Coaster (aka Brain Purge)

5 10 2009

Well, FF and I both came down on Friday with some kind of ill voodoo, we don’t know exactly what but we both had runny noses, headaches, body aches and extreme fatigue.  Overall we are both better today but still tired.

However, we did not get much done this weekend either in terms of organizing the house (us), going to Lowe’s to plot mass weed genocide (FF), or homework (me).   Blah.

K has crested some new developmental stages, which is both good and bad.  First the good, ’cuz focusing on the rest is enough to make me want to cry or run away screaming, take your pick.   Anyway, the sleep strike seems to be over (for now).   By virtue of a combination of her anxiety level reducing, or just her tendency to make sudden decisions for behavioral change, she started sleeping better about a week ago (thank god).  We had also been talking to her for a couple weeks about a sticker chart, but I have learned from past experience that it would be peeing in the wind unless she had buy-in.  So she finally decided that it sounded pretty cool, and she helped design a nice chart for the month of October on the computer and we dug out some star stickers from a box.  Overall I think she decided to go with it because she wants to become a “sleeping rockstar”.  Now that may sound pretty funny to the uninitiated, but I am not kidding when I say that I believe the phrase “potty rockstar” was pretty much the only motivating reason for her to spontaneously potty train many months ago.  So never doubt the power of words.  So far we are about 4 nights in to the chart, and she has slept 2/4 nights without waking and the other 2 nights she slept most of the night.  Also fortunately, she has decided to be willing to go to sleep on her own (IE after the normal bedtime routine and a few minutes of handholding.)  Hallelujah, we never thought we’d see the day…but of course I am naturally cautious with my optimism because we’ve had many promising improvements over the last three years only to come crashing back down based on her whims.  We shall see.  I try to only project confidence and excitement.  Until my damn face cracks.

And for the bad…holy mother of god, I guess she decided to start on those unpleasantries of 4 a little early.  She has been making bids for increased independence lately…so ok, no problem, we can work with that, but along with it has come an extreme increase in outright oppositional defiance, crankiness, and general perversity.  If we say RED, she says BLUE.  Her two favorite phrases the last couple weeks are “NO!” and “Fine, then I’m not going to talk to you ANYMORE!”.  She is pushing the boundaries of rules, and the “time-out programme” is rapidly becoming useless. 

Another just peachy development is a bit of an issue with pee accidents.  Now, honestly, I attribute the start of this to her general stress and anxiety around losing Mynx and starting back to school and she was having a periodic accident here and there.  No biggie, right?  But it seems to lately be on occasion, a very purposeful oppositional attempt to make waves.  In one case, she was on a time-out and then said she needed to go to the bathroom and we told her to go ahead, so she marched in there and then peed in her pants while standing in the bathroom.  I am 95% certain it had nothing to do with her bladder control.  WTF people?  Where was this in the parenting manual?

And lastly (or at least the last of what I’ve not been able to black out of my mind yet) is a certain experimentation with behaviors like lying, sneaking, and manipulative negotiations.  Oh where did my baby go, like overnight?  She hid under FF’s desk today with a conveniently discovered bottle of fingernail polish, and fixed up her nails real ‘purty.  She snuck into the laundry room and poured all the cat food onto the floor and mixed it up with water in an attempt to make a “cat restaurant”.  She told me when I got home that she made a “BIG mess, on purpose!”.   Umm, gee, thanks for the honest disclosure, honey.

I mean, are we total failures or is this just the normal curvature of the road?  What gives?  Oh well, we live to fight another day.  There is no time so blessed in this house as the brief respite while she is peacefully asleep in her bed.

And so…the next topic….during our sick haze, we did in fact realize that we would have to make a pilgrimage out of the house this weekend, to buy milk (for the kid) and cat food (for the cat kid).  We rallied and went on over to PetSmart, and guess what?  Came home with cat food….and another cat!

Yeah, I know, people, feel free to make fun of me here, but while K was perusing all the animals, she wandered over to the in-store adoption clinic, with one of the local humane societies.  They had like a big “cat hut” with about 8 or 10 different cats, all of them small kittens except 2.  I had absolutely no pre-ordained intent to get another pet but what happened was this beautiful gray tabby looked at me and I had one of those kismet moments…I just knew we had to take her home.  I glanced at her adoption card, only to find that they were trying to get rid of her as fast as possible because she was an “older cat” (AKA a whopping 18 months) and no one would look at her compared to all the cute fuzzball kittens.  They had marked her adoption fee down with a red pen to around $30 like she was damaged goods or something.  It made me righteously upset (sad), to see that such a sweet, socialized, healthy cat could be so overlooked and unwanted simply for being full grown.  So I asked FF if he could possibly tolerate the idea of getting a companion for Cookie (who is absolutely neurotic and lonely whenever we leave are out).  I went in to pet and hold the gray tabby, and she absolutely mauled me for affection.  I know it’s my human psychology at work but I swear people, she was begging me to get her out of that cat jail where no one cared about her. 

Her name is Juno and she is an incredibly sweet cat.  She cannot seem to really believe that we love her and belong to her, she has a surprised look on her face everytime she comes up on the couch or bed and people actually PET her.  She is very calm, not shy with K’s noise at all, and so sweet.  She has thoroughly bonded with FF in a short 2 days and follows him around everywhere.  She cries whenever he locks her out of the bathroom for a short few minutes.  

Juno and Cookie are currently working out a relationship.  The Cookie Monster is such an adrenaline junkie that she wants to PLAY! PLAY! PLAY! all the time, and Juno is still getting used to the family life.   Yet we have not had any cat wars or serious fighting, just some strategic hissing and she has bopped Cookie on the nose a couple times when she was being excessively petulant.  They are getting more friendly all the time, and have had no problems sharing the food and litter pan.  So I believe and hope they will be great companions for each other once they work out the details of their relationship.  In her only bid for territoriality, Cookie has decided to sleep with us at night, under the sheets, curled up by my feet.  I’m not sure how she breathes packed in there but whatever floats her boat.  A bonus is that K has not noticed her sleeping under the covers so we have avoided some of the “Clash of the Titan” episodes.

Thanks to my honey for being the most tolerant, patient, loving hubby ever to let me bring home Juno on a moment’s notice. So, here she is in her pictoral debut and yes, that is IT for pets for us, I swear.  I sure do miss my Mynxie though.

Pretty Juno

Pretty Juno





The weekend was a blur…

5 10 2009

More later, but in the meantime, some truly important and shocking news:

WE ACTUALLY HAVE A FRONT YARD!  I don’t have a good “before” picture to share but…the landscaping crew descended on the jungle in front of our house like a pack of voracious locusts, and this is what they found:

photo

photo 3

We actually had no idea what the front really looked like.  Not kidding.





Actual Conversation

30 09 2009

atomic2

Another stunningly authentic marital communiqué, on instant messenger today:

CM: hows it going

FF: going ok, K and cat are going to drive me nuts, they have been scuffling since she got up

CM: put the cat in laundry room for awhile with some food

FF: how about i put myself in the laundry room for awhile with some food

CM: lol

FF: my order shipped already, i shall soon be able to roll naked in fireballs*

CM: oh my god, lol 

*FF has an obsession with Atomic Fireball candies.  He cannot find them in stores regularly so he decided to look online to see if he could order a big bag.  He found a place that would ship him a “TUB” of them, containing over 200 pieces.  That is over 6 pounds of cinnamon satisfaction. 

 





Weekend Adventures

29 09 2009

 

Well, we took off last Thursday night to head up north to the family ranch to help with Gmom’s massive ranch/yard sale event.  Even though I swore I’d never participate in another yard sale again, see what a dutiful child I am?  ;)

K had a ridiculously good time.  First of all, she is always excited to see Gmom and Uncle Bubba.  Further, she is extremely enamored of Uncle Vic and Auntie Carole, and so she was REALLY excited to see them.  And just to up the ante a little more on the kid-happy meter, the weekend included a day of playing with her rowdy boy-cousins, lots of time in the dirt/grass/mud, and lots of room to roam around and play outside without getting skewered by thorns the size of pirate shivs (more on this later).

She proved to be quite entertaining to everyone, what with her happy ability to produce flatulence, throw out a saucy “DUDE” at appropriate moments, and other miscellaneous K-isms.  We also had one of those awkward, rite-of-passage parenting episodes, in which she has begun asking about the names and functions of various boy and girl body parts.  Yeah, she um, noticed the horse “hanging out” and had some choice inquiries.   After assimilating all the information I could provide, we could see the wheels turning in her little head, so I am slightly cringing on the inside at the conversations she is SURE to engage in at preschool in the near future.

After one particularly thoughtful conversation, she looked at me with her head cocked, and said, “hmmm, Mom, maybe when I grow up, I can change into a boy and try that too”.   I tried not to either choke or laugh, but gently go down that whole “we are either born one way or the other” concept.  I couldn’t fathom trying to throw in the whole transgender angle at this juncture, oy vey.  It really tests your parenting moxie when these things come up, which I guess is a little weird because honestly, it’s not a big deal.  But it just feels WEIRD when your three year old pins you down for exact information on PENISES.

Anyway, the weekend was actually quite a bit of fun and it was great to catch up with a rotating cast of family members.  A huge shout-out of thanks to Uncle Vic and Aunt Carole for feeding the troops so deliciously.  Can I come see you guys every weekend?  I mean, FF is a good cook but it’s nice to mix things up every once in a while…

And on to the last weekend topic of interest….rural life.  The ranch is in a very small community of people who are just….very laid back.  I think it’s awesome and I love to get out of the big-city bustle and listen to the horses, tractors, and cicadas.  The people are truly the best though.  Some funny and illustrative examples:

  • An old guy who drove up to the sale, perused a while and then stopped to chat with my Mom, where he happened to mention personally knowing my GREAT grandfather way back when.  That puts him, at my calculation, approximately 139 years of age.  OK maybe that is a slight exaggeration but still..did you catch the part about him DRIVING up?
  • A colorful character of an older lady who warned me to keep an eye out for rattlesnakes in the lawn behind me.  Because you know, she and her husband ran over one the other day down the road, and it was ’bout 5 foot long and THIS big around  (simulate cupped hands), and hitting it with the truck just made it madder and madder!  And they were out of ammo so they couldn’t “take care of the sicheeyation”.
  • A little old grandma-looking lady who struck up conversation while buying a pie dish.  She mentioned something about an “Impossible pie recipe”  (um?) and I politely responded that I’d never heard of it.  To which she replies, “oh, well dearie, if you want to write down your address, or….maybe even your email address (she looked at me hesitantly with doubt on her face, as if I might not know what email was) and I could send you a copy of the recipe.”  Well, I’ve never been randomly offered a recipe by a stranger before, no less a grandma who wasn’t really sure I’d know what she meant by the term “email”.  Her sister overheard this conversation and said “oh, are you going to use that scanner thing to send it?”, to which the little old lady replies “gee, I didn’t think of that, I was just going to type it.  I guess I could scan it but I need to look in my cookbook first and see how dirty the page is!”  Cause you know, she wouldn’t want anyone seeing a copy of her ACTUAL messy recipe page.
  • Old people buying 5-gallon buckets of nails.  Now this amuses me because it really illustrates a certain mindset.  Me, being all efficiency-oriented and purpose-driven, see an 85 year old man carrying away probably about 200,000 nails.  Does he think he’s going to use them all up before he um, how do I put it politely, moves on to that workshop in the sky?  But HE just doesn’t think like that.  These people see a nice solid bucket of nails for a good price and think hey, I might just need those, so I will feel better having them hanging around the garage/shop/whatever.   Using them isn’t the point.  Nor is the point exactly just accumulating them.  It is the ability to recognize the value for what it is, not what it could be, should be, will be.  There is no cost-benefit, long-term, usefulness, probability-of-use, or further analysis.  It is just a bucket of nails. 

I think there is probably a metaphor in here somewhere, but along with my deep amusement, it was a bit of a breath of fresh air to hang with these extremely nice, community-oriented, small-town folks. 

And thank god my white bread daughter survived the weekend without turning into a flaming husk of charred flesh.

http://www.marriedtothesea.com/092206/the-false-teeth.gif

http://www.marriedtothesea.com/092206/the-false-teeth.gif





Just 5 More Minutes Mom, Really…

29 09 2009

track

I am very tired.  Why am I so tired, you ask?  Well, aside from the chronic sleep disturbances of graduate school, a preschooler that has major nocturnal issues, and generally being a night owl, I am a sincere believer in the sanctity of the “just 5 more minutes” lifestyle.  Yes, this does mean I am one of those annoying people that will set the alarm early, and then hit the snooze button every 8, 9, or 10 minutes repeatedly (depending on which clock I am using), sometimes for an hour or more until I cannot delay the inevitable and HAVE to get up.  I just hate mornings SO much, and have such a hard time waking up, that my way of coping revolves around the importance of snoozing.  Judge away, Internet.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.  Last night was already challenging, what with K waking up around 5 crying about her feet hurting. (huh?)  We don’t know if she was having some kind of growing pains, or her feet fell asleep and were tingling, or she was dreaming it all up.  But regardless, it kept her, and obviously us, awake for awhile trying to get her settled again. 

And then, my alarm went off at 7:15.  This has never, not a single blasted time, woken her up before.  But for some reason, today it woke her up, she hopped out of our bed, ran over to the door and opened it to go play with the cat.  She is not much of a morning person either, so I have no clue what was going on in her head.  Maybe aliens abducted her and gave us a lookalike child? 

Anyway, she then instigated a noisy, rousing 15-lap episode of Cat-Kid NASCAR.  Unfortunately, our bed was Turn 3.  At that point, I didn’t even bother with the snooze buttons, but just let her squealing, singing, squawking, laughing, and bouncing wake me out of a drowse every 1 or 2 minutes.  I vaguely recall begging her to just let me sleep 5 more minutes…and I heard FF groan piteously a few times too.  Remember, in my world, snoozing is a sacred barrier between me and the pain of morning.  She ripped it off like a day-old bandaid.  (sob)

And then, the pièce de résistance: at the height of K’s war chant, the cat made a flying leap onto the bed, did a kamizake run under the covers and plastered against me.  K then proceeded to jump onto the bed as well (still whooping) which caused the cat to roll over and plant her claws in my butt and legs.  My barely clad, half asleep, butt and legs. 

It was quite possibly one of my fastest morning risings, ever. 

RACE OVER.





Bathtime

28 09 2009

Our little Cookie Monster knows where to take baths…in the big, comfy bathtub, obviously!

She is such a smart cat!

She is such a smart cat!





It’s One of Those Nights…

25 09 2009

…when you offer to cook dinner (yes, this only happens once or twice a year) and are so non-functional that you barely pull it off.  Even something simple like chili and cornbread.  Not even from-scratch cornbread, but gimpy corn muffin mix.

…you are pretty sure that you’ve instructed your child to GIVE THE CAT A BREAK ALREADY at least 9,230,201 times and yet there she is, again, picking the poor beast up and carrying it around.  At least Cookie is incredibly tolerant of kids and does not get upset or scared, but still. 

…you remember to give your kid a bath, and get jammies on them, but somehow forget to give them their bedtime milk and have them brush their teeth.  (can anyone say “PARENTAL FAIL,” here please…) In my defense, she’s a lot younger than her old tired parents and should have reminded one of us.

…your child soaks one entire half of your body during said bath, while practicing invisible kickball in the tub full of water.  Then, to add insult to injury, laughs at your dripping clothes.

…you consider doing homework, but just the very thought of it nauseates you.

…getting up early the next morning sounds so annoying that you seriously consider just staying up all night.





Would you like fries with that?

23 09 2009
This is her downstairs observation post

This is her downstairs observation post





Miniature Mayhem

23 09 2009

So, last week, Uncle J and Aunt D called us in to give a hand with a few hours of kid-sitting.  Since Squishy is happiest in her own nest (not to mention that our house is still a box-infested, disorganized, MESS), FF, K and I, all went over to their house to hang out for awhile.  Now honestly, the evening went pretty smoothly but it just so happened that Uncle Bubba called me during a particularly harried moment.   This is the basic replay of what he heard on his end of the phone:

Squishy: (wailing angrily)

CM: Ok big bro, see if you can get her to roll over just a bit so I can get the diaper on…

Squishy: WAAAAAAAHHHHH

CM: (laughing) ok now see if you can get her to stop arching her back long enough to close the tabs…

Squishy: WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

UB: geez, what are you DOING to that kid?

CM: nothing, just trying to change her diaper!

CM: (passing by the bathroom) um, what are you girls up to?

K and K2 simultaneously: NOTHING!

CM: (investgating further) ahhh, K2, honey, why are you kneeling by the toilet with a pitcher full of water?

CM: did you take the water from the toilet?

CM: oh geez, ok, put all the toys in the bathtub and come wash your hands. 

CM: K, why do you have no pants on?

CM: you did what?

CM: arg.  I’ll go find some clean clothes.

CM: K2, why are you not washing your toilet-water hands?

CM: (looking through purse for emergency underwear and pants for K)

Squishy: (in the background) WAAAAAHHHHH

CM: K2, PLEASE wash your hands so we don’t spread toilet water all over the house…

CM: K, take these to daddy and have him help you put on your pants.

CM: K2, are you all clean? ok, thank you.  Let’s not play in the toilet anymore, ok?

Squishy: WAAAHHH

It was an episode almost as crazy as the time when I was watching my three young nephews and they were running around like maniacs…except for the one sitting on the toilet in the bathroom demanding that I bring him “round baby wipes” to clean up with.  For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what he wanted, or find anything in the house resembling “round baby wipes”.  He had to make do with regular wipes, unfortunately.  I figured I was a total failure of an aunt, until his parents came home and were just as puzzled as I was over the request for “round” wipes. 

Seriously.  KIDS.





Stuff that really aggravates me…

23 09 2009

screwed

It’s my blog and I’ll complain if I want to…(that’s how the song goes, right?)

…slimy ex-landlords that keep your deposit (well over $1000 mind you) in order to repaint the interior as preparation for listing the house to sell.  Not that we damaged the walls mind you, just a little normal wear and tear with hanging pictures, etc.  And to think, we were so careful to keep our sweet little artist from doodling on them, too.  Apparently our rental contract should have specified that the sacred walls were forbidden from being punctured.  The reality is that she charged us to repaint over the evidence of multiple incidents of water damage, termites, and roof leaks.   Yep, we got screwed.

…door-to-door security system salespeople.  Seriously, WTF?  Not entirely sure if the dude was a scammer or just a desperate salesman, but either way, he was persistent, annoying, and courtesy of my talkative daughter now knows her age, the name of our cat, and that we just moved in to the neighborhood.  I’m pretty sure if K had our social security numbers memorized, she probably would have shared that too.  He caught me totally off guard, because normally I would have told him where to shove it, but he caught me at a moment when my focus was completely split, at the end of a long day where I had not slept or eaten in the last 24 hours.  So let’s say, I was not at my best.  Also it occurred to me that perhaps being aggressively rude in front of my daughter had several implications.  It wasn’t until later that evening that I realized how aggravated I felt because of the whole thing.  And of course, in true parental self-flagellation, I realize we have been very lax with teaching K about stranger-danger, volunteering information and all that other personal safety junk.  I hate the thought of bringing the concept of “bad things” into her bright world, and again, I don’t necessarily feel qualified for this.  I want her to be safe, but not live in fear.  I think I need a parenting stand-in to handle all this “teaching” stuff.  Talking in silly voices with toy dinosaurs, I can do. 

…our dear child is on another sleep strike.  Sorta.  She started off in the new house pretty strong, but after a week or two, she started having more and more difficulty going to sleep in her own room and staying asleep.  I think the stress of moving, and also starting back at school kicked off the strike, and then the loss of Mynx raised her separation anxiety level.  I guess this doesn’t really qualify as something for the “aggravation” list, but it is hard to deal with at times.  For one, it means that she only sleeps peacefully in her own room for about 45 minutes each night.  That is not much time to get homework done, unpack boxes without “assistance”, or watch something on DVR that doesn’t include dinosaurs, counting in foreign languages, or men who sing and dance while wearing colorful clothing.  Not to mention, oh, I don’t know, actually sleeping in our own bed without an evil genius pasted to one or the other our backs all night long.  Praying to whatever parental gods that be, for this to pass soon.  The problem is, once she wakes up from her 45 minute solo sleep, she cannot be diverted back to her own room.  She’ll stubbornly stay up all night, if she has to.  Which means either a) one or both of us take her to bed with us, b) she dozes on the couch downstairs until we go to bed, or c) she stays awake until we go to bed.  All three options are wreaking havoc on the quality and quantity of her sleep and it worries us, for sure. 

…scorpions.  OK, maybe the word for that isn’t really “aggravation”, but whatever.  I was watching TV solo downstairs one night, and just as I was getting ready to head to bed, I saw what I thought was some string on the edge of the couch.  I leaned in to brush it away, and realized it was a BABY scorpion.  Thankfully I looked more closely before touching it.  As it was, I had to trap it myself and flush it, because I couldn’t bear the thought of taking the time to wake FF and possibly have the thing disappear into the couch forever.  The whole thing basically gave me a panic attack.  Overall though, I think the ministrations of the extermination company are working, because we have had way less buggy incidents, and no more scorpion sightings in a couple weeks.  So here’s hoping they have all moved on to the scorpion afterlife.

…KIDS THAT RANDOMLY REACH OVER AND HIT RANDOM KEYS WHILE YOU ARE TRYING TO TYPE UP YOUR HOMEWORK.  ARG!

…homework.  sigh.





Out of Control

22 09 2009

The last couple weeks have been nuts.  It’s official: I hate school.  However, as I learned the other night, I can’t say stuff like that out loud, because my little sponge is LISTENING ALL THE TIME.  Thank god she can’t read yet.  Oh crap…

Anyway, more to follow in the next couple days, but here is a funny, courtesy of Auntie Carole (I have this completely unproven theory that a crazed stay-at-home Dad set this picture up):

Swine Flu Paranoia Gets Out of Hand

Swine Flu Paranoia Gets Out of Hand





School Report

16 09 2009

Well, K’s been back at preschool for a few weeks now.  So far, so good.  She and K2 are in the same class again and they seem to be having a pretty good time.  It’s amazing to me how much more sophistocated and mature K is compared to the spring semester (last January through May).  I keep wanting to hold on to the shreds of her babyhood, but alas, it’s too late for me.  Somehow mentally, I made that division between babyhood and childhood at age 4 and by god, she is still 3 for another 2 months.  But in reality, she already is a grade A, authentic, home-grown,  KID.    I know, feel free to call me pathetic, I can take it.

Every day after school I ask her about how it went, and what she did, etc and I just love hearing how she explains things.  It is always entertaining to me–sometimes not for her, she gets bored rehashing the day!  She’d rather move on to what’s ahead, geez mom, get over it already!

Anyway, yesterday’s conversation went something like this:

K: Mom today we were pirates and we had GROG!

CM: wow! that is really cool!

K: do you like grog?

CM: um, I don’t know…

K: have you ever TRIED it? (using that parental tone of voice…ie “how do you know if you won’t like it unless you try it first?”)

CM: I don’t think I have ever had pirate grog before.  Maybe I will get to try it someday.

K: (very expert-like) well, we made it and stirred it and tasted it.  It has some apple juice and other ingredients and I tasted it, but I don’t like it.  It made me cough.  But I tasted it!

CM:  well, good job! maybe we can tackle wench-chasing next.

K: huh?





A Furry Tribute

13 09 2009

Well, I’ve wanted to write about our dear furry fuzzy ferrets for a long time, but never found the time to do the topic justice, as well as pull out a good representative picture gallery.  Unfortunately, our very first (pet) baby, and our last surviving ferret, Mynx, died on Thursday, Sept. 10th.  We had gone out of town the weekend prior and when we returned, our elderly furry had clearly taken a turn for the worse.  We nursed her and attended to her and kept her comfortable as possible for the next couple days until she slipped away.  The house feels infinitely emptier now.

Anyway, FF and I got Mynx shortly after we got married, and she was our contraband pet in the tiny apartment we lived in at the time.  As anyone who has ever had or been around ferrets knows, they all have very distinct, intelligent personalities.  Mynx was thoughtful, intellectual, mostly serious, methodical, and always eager to give ferret kisses.  Even as a baby kit, she was incredibly well behaved, and the only time she ever bit anyone, EVER, was during the ride home from the pet store.  FF was in the front passenger seat, holding the travel carrier, and he took her out to pet her and reassure her during the trip home.  He held her up for a moment to look at her cute little face, and she promptly bit him on the end of his nose and refused to let go for a good two minutes.   It was the start of a beautiful relationship.  It became apparent pretty soon that Mynx needed a partner in crime, and so a few months later, we brought home Munchkin, the cutest, tiniest, craziest ferret you could ever imagine.  Her personality ran towards hyper, crazy, playful, camera-ham, spunky, silly, bouncy, and boisterous.  She was always the instigator of any bad ferret behavior and she always kept Mynxie on the go.   She was like Mynx’s blonde, party-girl, evil twin.  She was never as cuddly or interested in human affection, but she’d play with you 24/7 if you’d let her.

Our furry babies were the center of our universe until, surprise, along came K.  We did the best we could with the balancing act between figuring out the new parent gig, and staying good ferret parents, but it was always a challenge.  Their free-run years unfortunately got curtailed to a series of increasingly secure playpens and cages, for their own protection against toddler antics, but of course they still came out to play and have some fun pretty frequently.

Unfortunately for our aging ferrets, our last crappy living arrangements included painfully hot summers with minimally functional A/C.  Ferrets do NOT tolerate heat well at all, and we did everything we could to keep them comfortable last summer but still, I know it was hard on them.   Sadly this spring, Munchkin passed away suddenly one night, with no warning.  We debated for weeks on whether to try and find an adult rescue ferret to act as companion for Mynx, or even possibly getting another kit, but in the end, we just didn’t know if our intellectual and serious baby would tolerate or appreciate a stranger. 

Sadly, the lack of her beloved playful companion and another hot summer in the hell-house really took a toll on Mynx.  She never really was quite the same after Munchkin passed away, despite our attempts to give her lots of love, attention, treats etc.  I don’t know if I would say she consciously grieved her buddy, but I do know she was aware of the void.

K was very attached to Mynx and this has opened the whole dialogue about loss and grief.  It sucks and I just don’t feel like I’m qualified to handle this and support her appropriately.  Most of the time we’re not sure what to say or how to say it, but we are trying to keep it simple and honest.  We’ll see how she deals in the next few weeks–I hope so much that she does not get into that extreme anxiety/fearful state that I know children can at times.  Tomorrow we are going to bury her and plant some flowers, which I hope is a positive for K but I don’t really know.  We are so lucky that the Cookie Cat came into our lives a few weeks ago, as it gives K another pet focus and outlet.   And at least the house is not completely empty of pet companionship.  As it is, K has already asked me several times “are we going to get another Mynxie soon?”  If only.

Well, to wrap it up, this was not meant to be a story about sadness and grief but to remember the amazingly happy years we had with our furry children.  Mynxie–you will always be remembered as the Smartest Ferret of Them All.  Munchkin–you will always be remembered as the craziest, silliest, and Cutest Ferret of Them All.  We loved you both more than you know, and we had so many good times throughout the trappings of 4 homes, 3 cats, 2 toddlers, and much more. 

You will be forever missed.

(Click on thumbnails to expand.)

 

 

 





Only Two Weeks

8 09 2009

my brain…into the semester, and already my head feels like this.  I am really struggling this semester, with motivation and engagement.  To be honest, if I didn’t “have” to finish this degree, I don’t know that I would even continue through this mid-point slump.  There is just SO much to do in the next year, and so much of it is busy work.  Part of the problem is my own, for choosing a program where most of my peers are in very different professional contexts, so there is little sustained camaraderie / connection.  I’m clueless about a lot of things in life, but especially K-12 education, and that’s where most of my peers “live”.    Hell, I can barely figure out the school thing for my own kid, let alone the thought of being actually involved with the process of teaching. 

I’m taking an especially annoying touchy-feely class about education and culture.   It is heavily discussion based and quite frankly, boring as hell–so far, anyway.  I don’t disparage the notion of cultural sensitivity/competence in the education domain, but the execution of the class is sorely lacking, and hello, where’s the relevance?  I hate discussing stuff for the sole reason of minimum number of postings to get a minimum number of ‘points’.  If the conversation isn’t executed as part of the learning process, why bother?

OK, this was a downer post, and maybe I’m just tired and overwhelmed, so we’ll check back in on this a few weeks and I’ll regale you with tales of exciting exploration of education and culture.  If only I could delegate my homework to someone else.





When Three-Year-Olds Go Tagging

8 09 2009

At least dinosaur stickers are easier to remove than spray paint.

ub

Lookin' good, Uncle Bubba





Clash of the Titans

8 09 2009

For some reason, K absolutely refuses to let the kitten be anywhere near her at night, when she is in bed…either her bed OR ours.  Apparently it really freaked K out a few times when the kitten was pouncing on her twitchy little feet moving around under the covers one night, and now K will have nothing to do with the cat in the bedrooms at night.  Even though we had been allowing the kitten to sleep with us, and she has been doing pretty good with laying down, going to sleep, purring and all that jazz, with a minimum of nocturnal freaky-cat-games.

Anyway, we just got home yesterday evening from a weekend trip, and Cookie was neurotic with joy.  Apparently she missed us terribly.  Later in the evening, when K woke up and wanted to transplant to our bed, she made it clear that the cat was NOT going to be allowed in the bedroom, so I closed the door so Cookie wouldn’t come in and disturb the princess.  Which initiated the next two (!) hours of the most piteous cat-crying you could possibly imagine.

FF: geez, is that cat ever going to stop meowing?  why is it such a big deal to have the cat around…

CM: I dunno but we are just innocent bystanders in this power struggle between cat and kid.  We are like the terrified little Japanese people running away from a battle between Godzilla and Mothra.  Godzirrrrrraaaaaaaa!!!! (simulated scream)

FF: (noncommital grunt) yep I guess so. K is SO stubborn.

Cookie: meeeeowwwww (thud, thud, thud against door) meow, meow, meooooooowwwww

K: (silence)

CM: clash of the titans, I guess.

FF: yep.