Spongebob’s grandma is awfully passive-aggressive, yes? I hate that.
Author: jclawver
Ack.
B’s sleeping schedule has been wonky lately. Today is one of those wonky days where he woke up at 4 am, ready to start the day. Boooooooo. I think I might turn on some cartoons and try to grab some more Z’s on the couch.
Brian
Brian’s cast came off today! Yay. I didn’t keep the cast (sorry, Dad) since it was so messy. The skin around his wrist is dry and flaky and smells so gross. Yuck. B’s arm needs to stay wrapped in cotton and an ace bandage for the next three days and he can’t have gym time or playground time yet. We go back in 10 days to have the arm looked at again. After Kevin gets home, Brian is going to take the longest bath of his life. (I am waiting so that Kevin can help me rewrap it.)
Memories, all alone in the moonlight…
So, my mom wants to know my best and worst childhood memories. I have a lot of the first and not so much of the second, thankfully. I think the qualifier of “best” and “worst” is TOO MUCH PRESSURE, so I am just going to relate a good and bad story, ok?\
Good: Visiting Grandma Lang and the Michigan gang for Christmas when I was 8-ish. First time I remember snow. We all crammed into Grandma’s little apartment at the retirement home for dinner one night. Grandma complained that I kicked in my sleep. (Sorry!) Uncle Roger gave me a perfume-making set. He and Aunt Nancy kept calling each other Aunt Roger and Uncle Nancy and laughing like it was the funniest thing ever. Cousin Dana, who was 10-ish, and I visited a neighbor lady of Grandma’s. She was a little weird, as unknown old people are to young kids, but Dana knew the lady pretty well and she was really nice.\
Bad: Minor car accident with Grandpa Junkermann and Mom in a snow storm on the way home from a cousin’s funeral in another state when I was 14. We spun out and the car got stuck in the snow in the median and we ended up spending the night in the cab of a couple of nice female truckers (call signs Onion and Carrot). There were literally hundreds of people stranded in the middle of nowhere and the truckers in the area made sure we were all relatively cared for. Because I was lame, I only took my jean jacket with me, instead of my warm winter coat which I left in the car. The cab was smelly and cold where I “slept” (I got the spot near the pee jar and the dirty clothes, and ended up on the cold metal floor, yay) and just really uncomfortable. Yeck. I know it was a bad night for everyone. No one was hurt though, so I can’t complain too much. Beyond that night, every single time my parents were late coming home. I was a huge worry-wart about car accidents (a fear not related at all to the previous story). I am still a worry-wart about my parents being in an accident and freak every time they call me, which they rarely do. Maybe if they called more, I would get over it, eh?
Embarrassing questions- GO!
I am laid up today with a bad back. Kevin is laid up today with the stomach flu. We are so compatible. :)\
I never thought I would say this, but the new bathroom in the basement seems really far away suddenly.\
We are going to be marathoning some Battlestar Galatica later in prep for the season premiere tonight. But for now, I am already wicked bored and my tivo is still sadly empty.\
Sooooooo, embarrassing story time! What would you like to know about? Ask away!
Terrible timing
Kevin has the stomach flu. š He took a couple of vaction days and it totally blows that he is sick instead. Booooooo.
Good news!
Brian gets his cast off next week. That will be three weeks after surgery, instead of the expected six. YAY.
Cockadoodledoooooo
Brian woke up at 4:30, totally awake and ready to start the day. Which, ugh. This pretty much guarantees that 1) he will not be spending the night at Babba’s anytime soon and 2) I will crash after I drop him off at school. Kevin is home today, sick, so maybe he and I can have a nap date. Being near each other, in sleep, is just as good as being awake and actually talking to each other, yes?
Revolution, days 1 and 2
Before you can successfully have a revolution, you need to cleanse the mind-pallet. This involves copious amounts of watching cheesy college frat shows (aka Greek) and surfing the ‘net in between crying jags prompted by watching your kidlet via webcamera. It is very important that you do the pallet cleansing thing. Otherwise, the whole endeavor might fail. True story.\
Anyway, I came upon this gem yesterday and it is the funniest thing ever. You must watch and enjoy.
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In other BREAKING news, the writers strike has left my tivo devoid of anything other than Spongebob and Ninja Warrior. How can I possibly do the laundry under these hellish conditions?
AOL’s preschool
I was totally going to post a couple of weeks ago, then the dreaded broken arm happened. But anyway…\
Top 10 reasons why I love AOL’s preschool:
- Security: You have to pass through 3 levels of security to get to where the children are.
- Art: they have some sort of art or craft project every day!
- Running around: The kids have gym/playground time 4 times a day.
- Specialists: gym, Spanish, and music are taught by specialists.
- The facilities: water park, playground, karaoke machine, play stage, reading centers, toys, etc.
- The web camera: Kevin, the grandparents, and I can peek in on Brian via webcameras located throughout the center and play areas.
- Food. They feed the kids every 3 hours or so and make sure the food in nutritious and varied. (No juice, no cookies. Brian has been trying and liking new things.)
- They’re open from 6:30 to 6:30, which means they are ready for him to be dropped off and picked up whenever we get there. No rushing to be on time, worrying about traffic, fretting in line at the store, getting there early only to have to wait around.
- Convenience: Kevin usually drops him off on the way to work, yay.
- There are three teachers in B’s class of less than 15 kids.\
The center is expensive, so the kids may not be going to college after all, but at least their mother WILL BE SANE!! Or, at least, less insane. Fair trade-off, yes?\
ETA- A bonus reason! (There were actually 4 other reasons on my list that I had to cut to stay at ten, but this one is too good to not mention.) B’s teacher emails me everyday to specifically say what the kids did and how the day went. So instead of asking, “How was your day?” and Brian responding, “Good”, I can ask, “How did you like playing ants on a log in the gym and singing ‘Rainbows’ in music?”