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Mr. P was in a high dudgeon this morning (as most school mornings), screaming and kicking doors, because I took his iPod away from him so he would get dressed and then after he was dressed and his alloted 10 minutes of iPad time while sitting on the toilet was up (judge away, we are terrible parents and/or our son is "challenging")... I took away the iPad. Because the 10 minutes were over (duh) and because it was time to get out the door. Then, because of all the screaming, I didn't give him the iPod back, either, even after... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at What There's Time For
There are a bunch of reasons behind the periods when I post less here. Sometimes it's just that I'm busy (new baby is still new! just not quite as new as before!), or that my spare thinking time is being used up by other things (like apps) or being squandered on too much Twitter (I think Twitter is awsome, but everything ought to be in moderation). And then, sometimes, it’s because there’s something at the forefront of my mind that I don’t have the oomph for a post about yet. Lately, it's been kind of all of those things. The... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2014 at What There's Time For
Mr. P seems pretty good, but... "I just don't want to talk about my day." A mother will pry, though, and be rewarded with the prediction that this year will be "kind of good and kind of bad." In other words, "about like last year." If this year is as good as last year, I'll be thrilled! Shmoogie got a new haircut today, with bangs because she doesn't want her hair in her face. She was happy briefly, then looked in the mirror and clearly regretted it. People wouldn't recognize her, she worried, or they would laugh at her. A... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2014 at What There's Time For
Shmoogie is wearing a fireman costume and pouting, "I still don't know what I'm going to be when I grow up!" You don't need to know, I say. She frowns, then has an idea, "I just feel like being queen." You want to be a queen when you grow up? "Yeah," she says, "Queen of the World." Her dejected mood returns in an instant, though, "But then I'd just be sitting down and making orders." She looks at me, daring me to deny the grim reality of queenly life, then looks away again, "And waiting and waiting and waiting..." Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2014 at What There's Time For
Since I wrote all that yesterday, I feel like I can't just say nothing today. But I feel like all I have to say is the utterly obvious, that it makes absolutely no sense at all for the police to say nothing for the whole week while everything was going crazy and then, the day after things calm down, they say they're going to give some information about the officer that killed somebody but instead they say the victim was a shoplifter (but they use a scarier word) and release a video of him shoving someone, which of course starts... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2014 at What There's Time For
Thank you! No, your comment would never bother me! I struggle with the overload, too, and I sometimes need to back off (and sometimes I even do). Im working up to confining my news-ish reading to a specific time and length each day....
Toggle Commented Aug 15, 2014 on Important to Know at What There's Time For
I thought I'd be writing about something different today or not at all, but that was when I thought everyone knew that when I mentioned "militarized police" in my last post that I was referring to the disaster in Ferguson, MO. I've realized since then that when tweets said "the mainstream media isn't even mentioning this", it maybe wasn't hyperbole. I guess it's made it to the press at this point, but the fact that I was following the whole thing with mounting horror for a couple days before that really stuns me. It's not like I know anyone in... Continue reading
Posted Aug 14, 2014 at What There's Time For
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I get nearly all my news via Twitter these days. I love that I can pretty much instantly be tuned in to the first hand perspective of people actually there or with a personal stake in an issue. I marvel at the built in non-sequitors, plane crash next to cute cat next to families fleeing for their lives in Iraq next to triumphantly finished knitting project next to families unable to run in Gaza next to intellectual curiosity for a new programming language next to Robin Williams's suicide next to excitement over a new approach to poverty or education or... Continue reading
Posted Aug 12, 2014 at What There's Time For
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I'm sure I've complained before about how stupidly gendered nearly all Lego sets are these days. (Maybe I haven't gotten around to complaining about how terrible their "easy reader" books are, as literature and as gender stereotype reinforcers, but it's pretty much as bad as Disney books. Worse on the literature front, actually.) Anyway, I was delighted to find what I can only assume is a Shmoogie creation - Cinderella in a Chima mask. Continue reading
Posted Aug 4, 2014 at What There's Time For
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You wouldn't think this face had just been smiling, but it had. Sir Lump has been smiling all day, in fact. First, at the shelves of Polish dishes. Next, at the wide brim of the hat I was wearing (definitely not at me). And just now at his sister several times over, because she was making funny faces at him and giving him hugs. Yay, smiles!!! Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2014 at What There's Time For
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I hesitate to tell this story, because I don't want you to think I'm bragging. Except I am bragging, a little. But you need to know that I know this wasn't totally wise and I wouldn't recommend it as a general rule and it wasn't entirely intentional. Because when this idea was proposed, somehow I heard "3.5 miles" and "500 feet elevation change" and thought "3 miles" and "50 feet elevation change". I combined that with the other things I heard ("easy", "popular", "spectacular views of Mt. Ranier") and envisioned a comfortable stroll on mostly level ground, a picnic half... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2014 at What There's Time For
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I knew something was up that night when Mr. P kept asking, "When are you going to leave?" But it was the end of a long summer day and, after the e most cursory search of the room for stolen candy, I gave up figuring out what he was plotting. So I left with some misgivings, but promptly forgot the whole thing and fell peacefully asleep. As it happened, it was Mr. Right that went upstairs the next morning to wake the kids. He gazed lovingly at his sleeping daughter, lying in her bottom bunk, sprawled out as usual, arms... Continue reading
Posted Jul 28, 2014 at What There's Time For
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In the last week of Mr. P's school, when Shmoogie was already out for the summer, we planted a little collection of containers together, since she loves growing things so much. I was tired, and lifting big bags of soil at that point had to be taken carefully, but we spread it out over several days and we had a good time. Of course, this is the child who loves lettuce. Now she also loves kale, at least the baby leaves that are showing up at the moment. Always one to hang around whenever I bring out the chopping board,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 18, 2014 at What There's Time For
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We'd been told that summer in Seattle starts on July 5th. Given that we were cold huddling in sweatshirts for the 4th (and wishing I'd brought wool sweaters) and that we've pretty much been sweating since then, I'd say that's pretty accurate. Shmoogie spied the first of the ripe blackberries today as we headed to the lake to stay cool for the evening. Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2014 at What There's Time For
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We're having somewhat of a heat wave, although not with temps that would impress anyone back home. It's 6 pm and 81 degrees outside. Inside, where we've had the windows shut since the cool morning, it's now 79 degrees. And stuffy. We should go out. Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2014 at What There's Time For
All of us are in the car, driving to 4th of July festivities last week, when suddenly Shmoogie shrieks like she's just seen a tarantula climbing over the back seat. Turns out, she's seen a mosquito. Both she and Mr. P (but mostly Mr. P) try to kill it for a while, but the flailing soon subsides. Then comes a classic injured-Shmoogie wail. "He's telling the mosquitoes to come bite me!" "That's ridiculous. Mr. P cannot talk to mosquitoes. No one can talk to mosquitoes." "Really?" Sniff. "Really." Moments pass, then more wailing. "He's telling them to come bite my... Continue reading
Posted Jul 9, 2014 at What There's Time For
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When Mr. P was born, I was certain I wanted no photos taken during labor. I'm not sure why. I'm sure I had reasons, but I can't remember them at all. When Shmoogie was born, I wanted photos. And we were so blessed to have Auntie Doula, who is also a tremendous photographer, there for the birth. Some of the most treasured photos of my life are in the set she took that day. I was so awed by how incredible they were, that I put one of Shmoogie the instant after she was born, covered in vernix and amniotic... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Too much squabbling at the breakfast table got Mr. P banished to the back porch, from whence he recently reported, "I just encountered a fly! It tried to take my bagel! I think it's going to go get a lot of flies and take my bagel away. An army of flies." A good reason to develop a hands-free nursing technique is to be able to eat cake in a civilized two-handed manner while nursing. My preference is to be mostly reclined in bed and drape the baby across my rib cage on his tummy. Baby has to be alert and... Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2014 at What There's Time For
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The other two newborns of my life, I never let them sleep in the bed with us. I was afraid they would get accidentally covered by the blanket and suffocate. Or roll their face into one us and suffocate. Or get rolled over on and suffocate. Or roll over so their face was smooshed in the mattress and suffocate. These worries made me too tense to fall asleep or stay asleep if they were there. This time, I'm somewhat more relaxed. It also helps that the weather is warm, so we aren't using the fluffy (suffocating!) comforter. And I've noticed... Continue reading
Posted Jul 1, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Today's outing for Mr. P, Auntie Doula, and the older kids was a little canoe paddle on the lake. They've been telling me ever since they went with DiDi that the lilies have bloomed and today Mr. P and Shmoogie raced into my room on their return, holding up trophies with dripping stems still dangling almost to the floor (Mr. P had a lily pad in one hand and a bloom in the other, Shmoogie had the other bloom. I'm not sure what became of the pad, but I hope it's not on top of Mr. P's dresser like Shmoogie... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2014 at What There's Time For
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Yesterday, Mr. P talked me into playing chess with him. I figured he'd beat me easily because he has actual strategy (of a sort). And certainly an aggressive offense! But somehow, I beat him twice. Probably because several times I'd be about to make a move and he'd say, "Not a good idea!" and then explain everything to me. And I'd make my final move and not even realize I had him trapped until he went, "Oh. You win," and disappointedly knocked over his king. He is definitely the better player. I remember as a kid being fascinated by chess.... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2014 at What There's Time For
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We humans are deeply superstitious. Or, perhaps more charitably, our impressive pattern-recognition circuitry is pretty much incapable of running on anything but overdrive. So, you have two kids, both born on Tuesdays, and you think, hey, this is some kind of fact about me. I have kids on Tuesdays. And you have your first kid two days after his due date and the second kid one day after her due date and so you think, I see this pattern! (Any first grader would see this pattern, I can tell you.) My third kid will be born *on* his due date!... Continue reading
Posted Jun 25, 2014 at What There's Time For
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With no grandparents in town, I got to be Mr. P's "special person" for grandparents' day, which was interesting. It's a bit different than being the plain old parent, especially than being the plain old parent volunteer. :) I got to go to art class and we made Miro-inspired sculptures together. I tried to make mine look a little like Alex. And then Mr. P got to decorate it for me after it was fired. Love it. Continue reading
Posted Jun 19, 2014 at What There's Time For
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When Shmoogie is sad that she's going to be the only girl, I tell her that it'll be great someday, she'll see. We'll do girly things, just us, and it will be fun. And then she asks me, "Like what kind of things?" and I kind of fail to answer. Today, though, DiDi is in town and DiDi wanted to have a girls' outing to the salon and now Shmoogie has sparkling turquoise toes and glittery copper fingernails and she thinks the salon was a lot of fun. Thank you, DiDi. :) Continue reading
Posted Jun 18, 2014 at What There's Time For
Yes, that is very cool!
Toggle Commented Jun 18, 2014 on Butterfly Tatoo at What There's Time For