Last Saturday while being in charge of August for the lunch shift/ nap time, I decided I had a hankering for a subway sandwich from the “Yellow Submarine” down the street. It’s stupid really. For some reason I occasionally choose to pay $7 for a turkey and cheese with mustard and pickles on a roll instead of just buying those items and assembling the sandwich myself. But whatever, sometimes it’s nice to have someone make you a sandwich. Anyhow, so on Saturday, August and I called our sandwich in ahead of time so we wouldn’t have to wait too long or be late for our nap time. We went down thirty minutes later, waited a few minutes, an old woman behind the counter handed us our sandwich and we were on our way. (more…)
Archive for February, 2012
I’ve decided that people who teach classes to toddlers should NEVER get substitutes. Because here’s a little tidbit, they suck! ALWAYS! Seriously, I’m not kidding, just cancel man, and give us a make-up. (more…)
One of the best parts about having a blog is that you can rant and rave about anything and everything. You, as the reader, can then choose to think I’m a nut-job, or smile and agree with me. (more…)
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I thought I would share with you the ways that I know he loves me even when he doesn’t say it. (more…)
To be perfectly honest, I’m happy to say, that our journey to Southern California was completely uninteresting. We made it to the bus no problem, we got off the bus no problem, and got on the train no problem. In fact we were doing so well that when we were getting off the bus a woman standing on the sidewalk waiting to get on offered to help, and when I responded with “No thank you”, she said, “Yep. You look like you can handle it because you are a woman.” Strange thing to say, but still, we did just fine. August was a prince on the airplane, and that was it. I won’t bore you with the details of how we didn’t sleep over the weekend because August decided he didn’t like his bed, the room, his sleep sack, the night-light, or for the first time ever Zebra or Bunny. No, really, I’m not going to bore you with it. Instead I’ll tell you a much more interesting story.
I took my six-year-old niece to the playground over the weekend. We were having a great time playing on the see-saw, teaching her head stands, practicing our cartwheels, and her showing off on the monkey bars. All of the sudden, right after our fifth successful head stand, I notice that she stops, turns to the right and stares. I look over to figure out what she’s looking at, and before I figure it out, she turns to me and says, “I’m going to go play with her, okay?”. ”Sure.”, I say totally dumbfounded and feeling a bit neglected. But I got over it quickly because I was dying to see how this was going to play out. My niece goes over to this girl who looks about the same age, she says something, I’m not sure what, and the next thing I know they are crawling around in the grass pretending to be cats.
After that grows old they play on the slides, chase each other in the grass, and practice their head stands. For the next thirty minutes I sat there on a park bench wondering why it’s so easy for her to a make a friend and so seemingly impossible for me. What was her opening line? It must have been some line. They were really having a great time. It was like they met at the playground every day after school. I was so jealous, why can’t I make friends like a six-year-old? Why do we as adults make it so difficult? Is it because our tastes “mature”? Is it because we learn more about what we like and don’t? Whatever the reason, we should learn from kids. Every kid is different, but they don’t seem to mind their differences, so why should we?
In that thirty minutes, they had a wonderful, and there was not one fight. At the end my niece said to the girl, “Well, I guess I’ll see you some day.” The little girl innocently replied with “Okay, but I’m only here on Saturday and Sunday because I go to school the other days.” Then my niece with a surprised tone said, “Wow. Me too!” She was surprised to learn that someone else goes to school during the week. It was so great. Their innocence was one of the most hear warming things I have ever witnessed. I turned to my niece as the girl ran off and asked her what the girl’s name was. She didn’t know, so she called out, “Hey what’s your name?” She turned her head as running up the hill, and said, “Julianna”.
Today August and I are taking a quick jaunt down to LA to visit my parents. I’m taking advantage of my SAHM status and leaving on a Thursday afternoon instead of a Friday evening. What that means is that I’m travelling alone (with August) to the airport, sans car, sans taxi cab, sans motor scooter, sans teleporter, sans hubby and we’re taking mass transportation. Not a huge deal, since we do this every day, but I’ll be carrying August on my back in the Ergo, a backpack on my front, dragging a suitcase behind me, and carrying August’s new travel bed.
Our journey will go something like this:
1. Start to leave house at 11:30 because you never know how long it takes to get out of the house (our flight is at 2:30pm)
2. Walk five blocks like a pack-horse down to the bus stop
3. Pray that I’m able to get the bags onto the bus, or that someone will take mercy on me and help.(There are four VERY steep stairs to get on to the bus)
4. Ride the bus for about fifteen minutes with August still strapped to my back (and hopefully he won’t protest).
5. Transfer to a train. Luckily the train station has an elevator and an escalator, so no more stairs for me.
6. About twenty minutes later, exit the train at the airport. Ride another elevator or escalator to another train that will take us to our terminal.
7. Check in our luggage (with Zebra and Bunny “tucked in” inside the luggage, so cross your fingers no one loses our luggage between SFO and LA).
8. Go through security with August still on my back (if they let us), backpack still in tow, and our travel bed.
9. Finally remove August and let him walk around while we make our way to our gate.
I’m hoping for an on time take off because waiting around for a flight can be brutal. We’re riding on Southwest and we’re A26 and A27, so let’s cross our fingers that it’s not a full flight, and for the first time ever we get a row to ourselves (or at least a window seat because August doesn’t really enjoy sitting next to strangers). On the other end it should be a piece of cake because my parents are picking us up.
I’ll let you know how it all turns out, but let’s hope it all goes smoothly. I should take a picture though, I’m going to look absolutely ridiculous!
Yesterday I took advantage of August and Brent being out of the house to go for a long (embarrassingly in this case, “long” = 4.5 miles) run. For the first time ever I decided to give Brent’s little Ipood (nope, not a typo, I prefer that spelling) a chance. He already had a few music playlists on there, so I grabbed my headphones and headed out the door. It was nice listening to music as I ran. Last time I had gone for a run without August I was actually a little bored. I had no one singing to me, no one to reading “I Spy” to me, and no one to ask me “What are you doing Mommy?” every five minutes. So I welcomed the music as a distraction. (more…)
I’ve always thought it was strange, and kind of icky when parents of toddlers/babies talk about marrying them off. I mean, come on, the boys don’t even know their belly buttons from their penis (or is that just my kid?). I also don’t understand why one would even say that? What is that about anyhow? Parents have some desperate need to know their kids are, what, heterosexual and will someday get married and live happily ever after? Is that what it’s about? Seriously, if you are a parent, and you have made this comment before, can you please explain it to me? Because, I don’t get it. (more…)