Posts from — February 2009

I seem to have lots of proverbial balls in the air at the moment, what with the job and the veteran kid and the newbie and our finances and the Shred and the 5K and the blog and so on and so forth and when one of those balls needs a little more of my focus because of teething or growth spurting or developmental milestone achieving or just general all day malcontentedness or God knows what, it’s like a 13-pound bowling ball suddenly got tossed into the mix and I had only gotten far enough to master scarf juggling.

Rosie has been more hands on than usual for the past few days (I KNEW that as soon as I declared it her “once-a-month” fussy period that no amount of wood knocking would change the swiftness with which the universe would alter to prove my naivete) and I have had time to do little else than walk around one-handing the most essential tasks while attempting to soothe The Beast that is Roaring Rosie.  And while it’s nice that she is not crying, it’s still LOTS OF NOISE ALL UP IN MY EARS, you know?  And it’s clear that she is not comfortable, no matter how cute her crazy gutteral noises are.  The river of drool and frantic knuckle gnawing make me suspect early teething, but for all I know she is half-werewolf and the full moon is nigh.  Babies are a mystery.

All of this blather is to say that posting may be spotty this week, although the growling sessions have begun to wane (PRAISE JEEBUS).  But until her teeth start to chill out a little or she outgrows the yelling most of my mental capacity will be dedicated to 1. QUIET THE BABY and 2. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE QUIET THE BABY.

Then once I regrow my tympanic membranes, I’ll be back to the juggle.

Noah + Internet = LUV 

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 Happy V-Day to everyone!  (Except Jillian Michaels.  No, for serious.)

Rosie is having her once a month Fussy Day where for most of an afternoon I can’t figure out if she’s gassy or teething or tired or just totally incensed that Duke lost last night or WHAT, but in the meantime we walk and bounce and walk and bounce in an endless loop around the house while I try to eat a sandwich with one hand and she yelps and squirms the hours away.

But hey, like I said: ONCE A MONTH.  This is doable.

There was a brief respite right as Noah was getting up from rest time where she was pacified, and I was lucky enough to capture it:

So maybe today’s a little hard, but so what.  These are the best damn kids ever.

Having exercised for the last four days straight, with two of those days being 30DS Level OMG and one of those days being a one mile run, I decided that today should be a day of rest for my aching muscles.  Unfortunately, it was also a complete day of rest for Noah, who came home from school yesterday with a fever.  He was entirely recovered within the night.  The unfortunately is totally for my benefit.

All three of us have been here at home all day, and only in the last hour have we gotten dressed.  There is crap everywhere, and Rosie decided that if everyone ELSE was getting a day of rest, she’d like to take a day of rest, too.  From rest.  So we’re all just hanging around, staring at each other and sometimes the TV.

I started off in the morning great guns, setting Noah up with an (wait for it…) ARTS AND CRAFTS PROJECT.  And before you run me out of town for that last comment I made about being crafty I would like to defend myself by saying that not doing something crafty today would essentially have been like sleeping with the fishes, in that I would have wanted to throw myself off a bridge if I heard the words I’M BORED one more time.

Also, there is a little matter of this Friday being hand out yer Valentine’s day at school and the other little matter of our gaping hole of a bank account, so this was like one stone knocking those two birds right off their keesters.

However, whatever modicum of domesticity I had in me was used up by about 10 AM, and the rest of the morning looked mostly like this:

Which unfortunately doesn’t come with a soundtrack, because if it did, you too could be privy to Noah’s newfound interest in “speaking Spanish,” i.e. nonstop babbling of gibberish and gobble de gook.  I don’t know if you’ve ever seen that episode of Friends, but think Joey and the French lesson.  Only all day. “Would you like hot dogs for lunch?”  “CHAWKA BEEGY BOOP SHAMMA LINGA LING!”  “DUDE, what?”  “Mom, I said YES.  With KETCHUP and MUSTARD.  IN SPANISH.”

If I don’t post tomorrow, you’ll know that my brain circuits did in fact overload and melt from all the contained exasperation they sustained.

“Dude, the blog well is dry tonight. I got nothing. Help me out.”

“You mean like give you an idea?”

“OOOH.  I know.  Just say the first thing that comes to mind and I’ll write about that.  It could be awesome.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, like a word or a phrase or just whatever pops into your head.  Quick, go! Just whatever!”

“A word? Or a phrase?”

“Yes. What’s in your head right this minute?”

“Wait, like something I’ve been thinking about lately or something?”

“OMG.  Yes, WHATEVER.  Whatever whatever whatever.  Ok, go!”

“Oh, ok.  Um, how about rearranging rooms?”

(silence)

“Yeah, just forget it.”

“Or how about phlegm? You could write about phlegm!”

“Never mind, it was a bad idea.”

(silence)

“What would you say was the chance that you were going to actually use a suggestion from me?”

“Slim to none.”

“That’s what I thought.”