As Jack and I cuddled in bed to try and induce a nap for him, he had a startling revelation. Jack likes to stroke on people's cheeks he is snuggling with. Today, he added the oh-so-adorable desire to stick his finger up my nose, something which drives me absolutely insane. But in the interest of getting him to nap, I held absolutely still and silent.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Jack"
"Your nose has hair in it."
"Thank you for telling me. Now let's go to sleep."
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
A departure from parenthood
My husband and I took a break from parenthood last night-and I mean a BIG break. John is a fan of Tool and they were in Austin so we went to the concert. I'm not a fan, but am working toward Wife of the Year. This should make me a shoo-in.
If you don't know, Tool is a metal band. They are V E R Y L O U D. So armed with my ear plugs and with the kids safely ensconced with their grandmother, we headed out.
As the lights went down, immediately all around us, marijuana smoke wafted up. I mean, it was like we had just stepped into a forest fire. And then the band came on...if you have never heard Tool, take a listen to get a taste:
It was cool to go see, but I could feel some pain in my back this morning from standing up for that long. OK, fine, I admit it. I'm old. John and I both had multiple moments where we looked at each other and grinned, laughing at us hanging out with people all around us thrashing their heads back and forth and shouting "Maynard, you are a god. You rock!" and women (or really, just girls) walking around in mesh tops and halters, rips in the butt of their jeans and no underwear underneath. I think more than once we probably both thought "Could our children ever be like this...?" On a good note, it would probably be worse if I had been head banging like all those around us, since my neck would probably require traction today. The amazing thing is that the band is older than we are. The lead singer is 43!
So we came home, immediately loaded our smoke-infused clothes into the washing machine, and happily climbed into bed. Only to be awoken 2 hours later by Jack coughing. And then again an hour later by Alex crying. Everyone ended up in our bed, except for John who tried to claim a few winks in the guest bed.
Ahhh, back to parenthood.
If you don't know, Tool is a metal band. They are V E R Y L O U D. So armed with my ear plugs and with the kids safely ensconced with their grandmother, we headed out.
As the lights went down, immediately all around us, marijuana smoke wafted up. I mean, it was like we had just stepped into a forest fire. And then the band came on...if you have never heard Tool, take a listen to get a taste:
It was cool to go see, but I could feel some pain in my back this morning from standing up for that long. OK, fine, I admit it. I'm old. John and I both had multiple moments where we looked at each other and grinned, laughing at us hanging out with people all around us thrashing their heads back and forth and shouting "Maynard, you are a god. You rock!" and women (or really, just girls) walking around in mesh tops and halters, rips in the butt of their jeans and no underwear underneath. I think more than once we probably both thought "Could our children ever be like this...?" On a good note, it would probably be worse if I had been head banging like all those around us, since my neck would probably require traction today. The amazing thing is that the band is older than we are. The lead singer is 43!
So we came home, immediately loaded our smoke-infused clothes into the washing machine, and happily climbed into bed. Only to be awoken 2 hours later by Jack coughing. And then again an hour later by Alex crying. Everyone ended up in our bed, except for John who tried to claim a few winks in the guest bed.
Ahhh, back to parenthood.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Out on sick leave
Sickness has struck via my baby. In the past few days, she has vomited, had diarrhea, ear infections in both ears, pink eye in both eyes, and general crankiness all around. Her dad joined her in vomiting and her mom joined her in tummy grumpiness. So she has been at home all week with me and I...have gotten absolutely nothing done.
But I'll have to wait on more extensive updates until I have more than 30 seconds of peace before baby needs to be picked up.
But I'll have to wait on more extensive updates until I have more than 30 seconds of peace before baby needs to be picked up.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Big Bugs Halloween Mischief
Well, my little bugs (see entry below for pictures) certainly enjoyed their Halloween. Jack wore his costume to school and that afternoon they had a Halloween party. That is code for sticking an IV into his arm and directly injecting him with as much sugar as his bloodstream could take. Then they sent him home so he could bounce off my walls and terrorize his sister. All of this before we have even done any trick or treating.
Alex remained her calm, lady-bug self throughout the entire candy-fueled madness of walking around our friends neighborhood. We have no trick-or-treaters in our neck of the woods so we pawned ourselves off on our friends whose neighborhood is besieged by children from all over the U.S. Seriously, they get bused in.
Anyway, evening ended on an up note when they returned from gathering candy. Jack was eyeing his bag filled with liquid adrenaline when I stopped him with a question. "Would you like to trade that candy in for a new toy train?" You could hear Howie Mandel in his head saying "Deal or no deal?". He went for it and handed over the whole basket. In return, he got one of his dad's boyhood train cars. Everyone went to bed happy.
Alex remained her calm, lady-bug self throughout the entire candy-fueled madness of walking around our friends neighborhood. We have no trick-or-treaters in our neck of the woods so we pawned ourselves off on our friends whose neighborhood is besieged by children from all over the U.S. Seriously, they get bused in.
Anyway, evening ended on an up note when they returned from gathering candy. Jack was eyeing his bag filled with liquid adrenaline when I stopped him with a question. "Would you like to trade that candy in for a new toy train?" You could hear Howie Mandel in his head saying "Deal or no deal?". He went for it and handed over the whole basket. In return, he got one of his dad's boyhood train cars. Everyone went to bed happy.
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