Wednesday, December 31, 2003
My dear child has started to use humor more, definitely. We were playing the other day, and she said to me:
"Mommy, you crack me up. Like an EGG!!!!!
and then collapsed with a helpless case of the giggles. We were both laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. Ah, the things that amuse me now.
Mark asked me last night if Lauren had pooped while she and I were in her bathroom. I answered him, and he said "You know, I can vaguely remember a time when our conversations weren't about poop." I just looked at him blankly.
is hilarious - a must read.
Monday, December 29, 2003
Well, I got Lauren's room painted, but it didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. I'll try to fix it tomorrow. Since this house is new, the walls just soaked up all the glaze (despite the two coats of paint already on the walls). That would have been ok with a regular paint, but I was doing a stippled finish in a grassy green color, and it ended up fairly streaky. I think I can fix it with a very diluted whitewash of the base color on the darker spots. Faux finishing isn't supposed to be perfect, is it now? If I can't correct it to my satisfaction, oh, well, it's only paint. I'll repaint the room with AquaBond
and start over with that fresh basecoat.
Lauren likes it, anyway.
Oh, and comments seem to have repaired themselves. I guess Enetation
was having a moment earlier today.
I've added a Tag Board
, which is sort of like real time chat. I've seen it used on other blogs & forums, and it seems to work pretty well. I'll probably dress it up a bit later.
IRC wasn't working for me. I never can remember all of the commands.
Leave a comment or message on the tag board to let me know what you think/if it works for you/if you have problems.
I also added a mood indicator, because I know you've all been dying to know how I'm feeling at any given moment. Or not.
Today, I'm painting Lauren's room. If I can make myself step away from the computer!!!!
Is anyone else just glad that Christmas is over? I had fun and all, but it's nice to have some quiet.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Oh, and here's a few more that my husband just IM'd me. Some fun!
Hee hee hee. Now here's another fun game
for you. Express your holiday stress & aggression in a moderately socially acceptable manner.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
I saw a quote that I really
like, in someone's signature over on the Soapbox
. So I'm sharing!
Beware the fury of a patient man--John Dryden
Of course, for me it should say patient woman, but still . . .
Monday, December 15, 2003
Lauren was so excited by the snow this weekend that we decided we didn't much care if we froze. We went outside anyway. Mark was shoveling the driveway yesterday (Lauren was "helping"), and Lauren noticed our neighbors come outside. Krishna was shoveling their driveway, and Pranay, who just turned four, was "helping". Anyone who has, or had, or has ever been around a toddler for more than 5 minutes knows why the word helping is in quotes.
Lauren wanted Pranay to come down and play in the snow, so we walked up and invited him. Our driveway is short, so Mark finished quickly and went to help Krishna with his larger driveway. Without supervision, the kids and I rapidly got into a massive snowball fight, with the kids ganging up on me and shouting "Take that!" in maniacal voices (complete with evil superhero-type giggles) every time they threw a snowball at me. I gave as good as I got, and we all had the giggles. We also made a cute little snowman. I walked the kids up to Pranay's house so that their daddies could watch them, and I could fix them some hot chocolate. I had heated the kettle before we went outside, and had it warming on the stove - aren't I a good mommy, planning ahead like that? (OK, so it was random chance that I thought of it! But still, I want some credit for good mommy-ing.) They drank up the hot chocolate, because they were pretty cold by that time. Then we played a bit more and went in.
Mark and I were laughing because when we came in, we turned on the fireplace, hung our wet things up to dry, and had some hot chocolate. It was so
Norman Rockwell. Mark joked that we might as well start voting Republican, but I convinced him that the cold had frozen his brain.
Yes, we did freeze our asses off, but it was absolutely worth it. Lauren woke up this morning talking about going outside to build another, bigger snowman.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Let it snow,
let it snow,
let it snow.
It's officially winter now. We've discovered an interesting little fact today. L was so excited about the snow, she wanted to go outside and make a snowman. Of course, there wasn't nearly
enough snow to do that earlier today, but Mark was going to take her outside to play in it anyway.
Of course, L has snow pants, boots, coat, mittens, hat, etc. Do we have any of that? No
. We have jeans. I have some boots, but not snow boots. Mark has tennis shoes and dress shoes. Neither of us owns a coat meant for playing in the snow, nor gloves. In short, we'd have frozen our asses off. So we didn't go out.
Friday, December 12, 2003
I was doing a training on e-learning this week with one of our consultants who comes to us several times a year from her home in Denver. First of all, Lynn is terrific, and great fun to work with, so I had a good week (all things considered). One of the things she mentioned in her training of our trainers was the importance of visual learning. Her background is in primary education, so she uses numerous examples from public schools. We took a little detour from the lesson plan for this training to discuss art education. She mentioned a curriculum that's used in Denver, and has had amazing results
. She had bought the book
by the woman
who developed this method, and had dramatically improved her own artistic skills. We got back to our topics for that segment of the training, and moved on.
One of our trainers was doing some holiday shopping that evening, and found the book that Lynn had referenced at Joseph-Beth
(love that place). We looked through it at breaks and lunch, and it was pretty amazing. So of course I stopped off at Barnes & Noble tonight and bought the book. I can't wait to really get into the depths of this book. I think it will help me, but I want to work with Lauren more on her artistic side. She loves to draw and color, but gets frustrated when her hands won't draw what she sees in her mind. This looks like it will help her. And to be able to help her learn to draw - what a gift!
I was also in Poor Richard's Books
(love that place too!) here in Frankfort the other day, and bought this book
. If you are a parent, I dare
you to read it without crying. Even Lauren got teary when we read it last night.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
More fun ways to waste time. Now holiday related
, and lots of fun
!!! Oh, and you'll need Flash Player for both of these.
Friday, December 05, 2003
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
I ran across this while being amused by Disgruntled Housewife
and it sums up my recent feelings pretty well, in a fairly smart ass kind of way . . . (imagine - that appealing to me????)
"I'm one of those people who bitches a lot but always Pollyannas her way through life when it's crunch time, so when I do get the honest-to-goodness blues, it's pretty crushing."
Don't you think that's suited me for the last couple of months? Maybe I'll pull out of it soon. But lately it's still been more than I can take to talk on the phone, or even check my e-mail or voice mail. I probably have 25 voice mails from Pat alone. (Sorry, Pat!)
It's like all I can possibly manage is home and work. I'm hanging on by my fingernails, but I'm managing those two areas. Home is, of course, far better than work. But Mark's getting concerned about me, I can tell. He's always hovering
around me, asking if I'm ok, if I want to talk, if I want a soda. I love him dearly, but he drives me nuts when he hovers.
He also drives me nuts by volunteering our new house (that I haven't even painted yet, except for the dining room) for his office Christmas party. In a couple of weeks. EEEEEEK.
Ya know, Lauren's day care had a float in the Holiday Parade last night. I have never
seen a more supportive crowd, or a more poorly organized parade. I didn't know this small town had that many people, but it was packed.
They didn't give out the float numbers until participants arrived. Slight problem - no parking anywhere near the float area, so we're taking turns carting a 40 plus pound toddler on a hike up hill. Next slight problem - the floats were not in order. Once we finally located Southern's float, 15 minutes before the parade was to start, we discovered that we were number 44 out of 82. But number 67 was in front of us, and number 23 was behind us. Huh????
The problem with that is that they were trying to get everyone in order. It was too late, and too crowded to move the floats. I don't know why they didn't just go with whatever order everyone was already in.
Mom and Dad came up to eat a bite with us and watch the parade. I asked one of the organizers if the parade would start on time. This was at about 5 minutes until 7:00. He said the first floats were getting ready to roll. So I called Mom & Dad, who were waiting in the car with the heat on. It was 25 degrees last night. They walked up to the parade route, and waited.
Turns out the organizer lied to me completely. The first float didn't start on the parade route until about 7:40. In the meantime, our kids were getting really bored and really cold, despite the electric blankets they had on the float.
We finally started moving a few feet at a time. Of course, Lauren got upset about something and I leaned in to calm her down. In a fairly slapstick moment, my necklace got caught on one of the decorations, the float started moving, and I realized just a tad too late that my foot was in the path of the tires. So my toes were run over by the float (ouch
, by the way, but not broken) and I managed to break one of the decorations before the parade even began. I kept up for a while, but then dropped out when we got to Mom & Dad. By that time, Lauren was walking with her daddy, and she wanted to stop too. All in all, it was an adventure. But my foot still hurts . . .
Here's a picture (do me a favor and post a comment if the image doesn't work for you. My HTML skills are apparently rusty today, or my image hosting is hosed - sometimes it works for me and sometimes it doesn't):