It finally happened; after months of hovering just under my height---and countless mornings of not-so-subtly sidling up to me and comparing our stature---this morning Monkey came downstairs and I was struck speechless for a moment. "Holy crap," I finally managed. I turned to Otto. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing here? Isn't he, like, an inch or maybe TWO taller than when he went to bed last night??" Otto concurred as Monkey grinned and bounced by my side, using one hand to supposedly feel the plane from the top of his head to over the top of mine (though he was a bit slanted, and we had to...
I wanted to bring you back something awesome from our trip to Breckenridge, but I realized after we got home that I brought back... nothing, really. I mean, I remembered the kids, but to be fair, we'd brought them with us in the first place and I figured the people renting out the house we stayed in might be mad if we left them behind. I managed to buy my children 0 souvenirs from our super fun family vacation week. Zilch. Nada. I DID want to buy them a couple of I GOT HIGH IN BRECKENRIDGE t-shirts that we kept seeing everywhere (it's nearly 10,000 feet, you know), but for SOME reason Otto...
When we last spoke (I know, I know; we don't really speak so much as I type and sometimes you comment, but "when we last spoke" feels more mellifluous than "the last time I bothered to post something"), nearly a week ago, I was a few days in to the latest Germfest, which continued to permeate every corner of our family and house at an alarming rate. Yesterday I still felt like my death might be imminent, but I dragged myself around the house Cleaning Everything (again!) and washing sheets and opening doors (it was a beautiful day, not that it matters when you're busy trying not to die) and...
Monkey's been back at public school for a month, and Otto and I still whisper and knock on wood when we dare to speak aloud about how great everything is going. Rational or not, we are still afraid to jinx it. Of course, today I decided that that was just plain silly, and I went over to Alpha Mom and wrote all about how my baby is finding his awesomeness, which OF COURSE meant that I then got a phone call from school that MAH BAYBEE had become collateral damage in a hallway brawl. (Yep, I jinxed it.) But he's okay. Better than okay, really. I hope you'll come read about why, because I think...
I'm sure it comes as a tremendous shock when I tell you that Hey, it's cold outside. It's not as though 1) it's cold absolutely everywhere, and 2) the news is all OMG HIDE YOUR CHILDREN IT'S THE COLDPOCALYPSE!!1!!! So yes, it's cold out. (In other news: Water is wet. Amazing!) It's so cold out, we didn't have school today. Today at Alpha Mom, I'm telling you why this is all my fault. And I'm only sort of sorry.
Last night I mixed up and kneaded the dough for the Super Fussy Pain In The Rear But Most Beloved Homemade Cinnamon Rolls so that I wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn this morning. I took a break to call you and your friends downstairs for a bedtime snack of milk and cookies (hey, you may be teenagers, but cookies are cookies), and then you all swarmed back upstairs without even saying goodnight. I felt a small pang, but you were having so much fun, I tried to let it go. I should've known better, though---you all got ready for bed and then you snuck back down to the kitchen to give...
Thank you so much for the swell of kindness yesterday regarding Monkey's Next Big Adventure. It gave me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings to know so many folks are behind my kiddo, even if most of you do live inside the shiny box on my desk. I don't necessarily want to belabor the process, here, because I know not everyone is interested in all the nitty gritty details, but if you ARE, today at Alpha Mom you can check out the extended dance remix version of how/why we made this happen. And it's all fine! Good! Perfect! I will just be over here breathing into this paper bag just for fun.
Life has been a little nutty 'round here, lately. Um, not the "ZOMG Y'ALL I AM SO BUSY" kind of nutty. For one thing, I sort of hate that assertion on general principle, because isn't EVERYONE busy? I mean, usually? When I have a lot of stuff to do, any spare moments I have for reflective thought tend to take the shape of "Did I remember to eat today?" and "Do I have any clean clothes to wear?" or even "Why do these children keep talking at me and expecting me to feed them?" Even if I had time, it would never occur to me to be convinced that I was eversomuchmorebusier than anyone else. Life...
Do you have any coffee? No? It's because I've taken possession of All The Coffee. I drink it all day long, now, instead of just my usual mug in the morning. You know that song Smoke Two Joints by Bob Marley? That's me and coffee, now. I drink two cups in the morning, I drink two cups at night! I drink two cups before I drink two cups, then I drink two more! Unlike the song, however, it doesn't "make me feel alright." It makes me feel... less like death. But still very sleepy. Monkey was kind enough to come down with some sort of cold this week (step right up, come see the miracle boy with no...
