So tired. So so so tired. Was up late wrapping presents- even when I think I've taken it easy and been feeling bad that Santas load is a little light this year- it turns out its not so light. Well actually Santas load is a teensy bit light (its all relative. My mom held the Santa bar pretty high. In fact she still holds it pretty high.) Its the family gifts, I have tried to make everyones gift this year, and decided it would be a good idea for H to do so as well, which resulted in a whole holy heck of a lot of wrapping. A note for those of you who got their gifts in the mail- sorry- Hs workshop hadn't officially opened by the time I had to get to the post office. (Although she and S were VERY helpful in the post office line. Not.)
Next year will be different. No really, I mean it. Its ok to stay up late on christmas eve wrapping presents- thats what you're supposed to do, but when you make christmas eve the 22nd, and then you still have to get up and take your kid to school and then go to a christmas play at said school and then drive 2 hours to the grandparents house where you will begin christmas early on the 24th so you can then pile kids dogs and gifts back in the car to drive home on actual Christmas day and see what Santa (my mom. See? I believe) has left under our tree, so that we can get to Santa's I mean my moms house for dinner and open MORE gifts... Oh yes. Next year will be different.
H is awake and foraging. Very excited about her Christmas play, as am I.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
mantra
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no way.
Wait...
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no right way
There is no way.
Wait...
Entourage
Well it seems my attempt to popularize Kitty while Monkey was in the wash the other night has gelled. I shouldn't take credit, Kitty was already becoming popular- but now Kitty has arrived. Kitty was there in the middle of the night, had to come down to breakfast, and I believe was missed today in the car during the endless errands. Oh Monkey is still here and will not be overthrown, don't you worry about that. Welcome, Kitty! Whats one more?
It is IGNORANT cold out
Thats what I overheard a Walmart employee say today, and it made me laugh. I am of a thousand minds about the Walmart, and usually avoid it as to not blow a fuse trying to figure it all out- Walmart is evil, I love Walmart. I was at Walmart this morning kind of by accident. Which is also why I was wearing my slippers. Yes at Walmart. I know. Its a new era. Upon confessing to my sister, she said "Jesus! Were you wearing curlers too?!" Not yet.
I hadn't intended to go anywhere but to drop H at school, but then decided to 'just' go to get ribbon for these bird seed wreaths I've been obsessing about (that crumble in the rain, I've come to find out) but the closer store I was meaning to 'just' get ribbon at would not let me or anyone in the door as their computers were down indefinitely. 3 days before Christmas. There were a bunch of us out there in the parking lot in the ignorant cold most of us holding cell phones. Such a proud moment for me, sitting there, locked out of the ribbon store holding my phone so I could report the injustice of not being able to purchase ribbon at my convenience. Like lemmings we sat in out cars, windows up gesturing in disbelief. I KNOW! I had called J- who said angrily, "You know what you do? You go in, get your ribbon, give them a couple bucks and leave! Its f-ing Christmas! thats what I'd do!" Good Lord.
I hadn't intended to go anywhere but to drop H at school, but then decided to 'just' go to get ribbon for these bird seed wreaths I've been obsessing about (that crumble in the rain, I've come to find out) but the closer store I was meaning to 'just' get ribbon at would not let me or anyone in the door as their computers were down indefinitely. 3 days before Christmas. There were a bunch of us out there in the parking lot in the ignorant cold most of us holding cell phones. Such a proud moment for me, sitting there, locked out of the ribbon store holding my phone so I could report the injustice of not being able to purchase ribbon at my convenience. Like lemmings we sat in out cars, windows up gesturing in disbelief. I KNOW! I had called J- who said angrily, "You know what you do? You go in, get your ribbon, give them a couple bucks and leave! Its f-ing Christmas! thats what I'd do!" Good Lord.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
How fast can I wash the monkey?
Things I learned tonight:
1) One should not let a 1.5 yr old spin around madly after consuming spicy chorizo chili (and a few gingerbread cookies, and a raisin bagel.)
2) Vomit is vile. Well, I knew that already. It is especially vile when it contains a lot of chunks and is projectiled down the front of your shirt.
3) A small person can create an unusually large volume of upchuck.
4) I have very good friends who don't flinch at children vomiting down the shirts of their guests and provide changes of clothes in all sizes and even offer to launder nasty pukey clothes.
5) Kitty is not Monkey.
6) We really better not EVER loose monkey.
7) Monkey can be washed quickly, but its never quickly enough.
1) One should not let a 1.5 yr old spin around madly after consuming spicy chorizo chili (and a few gingerbread cookies, and a raisin bagel.)
2) Vomit is vile. Well, I knew that already. It is especially vile when it contains a lot of chunks and is projectiled down the front of your shirt.
3) A small person can create an unusually large volume of upchuck.
4) I have very good friends who don't flinch at children vomiting down the shirts of their guests and provide changes of clothes in all sizes and even offer to launder nasty pukey clothes.
5) Kitty is not Monkey.
6) We really better not EVER loose monkey.
7) Monkey can be washed quickly, but its never quickly enough.
Jackson Pollock
I never thought Jackson Pollock would be a household name. The Jackson Pollock we refer to around here multiple times a day is H's beloved rocking horse. She named him that when she was 2, after learning about Jackson Pollock at school. (I know, how cool is that? I was at LEAST in high school before I learned about Jackson Pollock in school) One night we were reading Olivia, and we got to the page where Olivia sees the painting she just doesn't get (which I always rephrase when reading, as I don't want to encourage not understanding art that isn't figurative) H says "I know who did that painting! Jackson Pollock!" I nearly fell down. This led to H asking for Jackson Pollock stories at bedtime, and saying things like "Lets go up to your studio and do Jackson Pollock" So, not just a household name, but a verb as well. Jackson Pollock (the horse) is always adorned, often seasonally. Right now he has silver glittery snowflakes on his ears.
From June 15, 2007
Something I never thought I’d hear, especially from a 3 yr old:
Do you want to see Jackson Pollocks wedding gown?
H's rocking horse is named Jackson Pollock. Evidently, he’s busy getting married. Its also his first birthday, and all his farm friends came. Including a rhino and a platypus.
A baby doll made the gown. I’m not sure what they’re serving at the reception.
*****
Years later, I haven't tired of the Jackson Pollock phrases.One of my favorites: "Jackson Pollock! You are SO unfancy today!"
This year for Christmas S will be getting her own rocking horse, like Jackson Pollock but hers is a paint. Which is kind of ironic, now that I think about it. Brown and white. I wonder what his name will be.
Sisters
This picture makes me think of my sisters. Of how great sisters are. All the endless ups and down a lifetime of sisterhood brings. H and S love each other so much it astounds me- they are protective of each other, inspired by each other and most definitely in cahoots. I am enjoying this little moment until the hair pulling resumes. Its not lost on me that part of the beauty and peace comes from one of them being very deeply asleep. But I'll take it.
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