Creatures, cars and cuteness
Rosie Calls Them The Worms
Noah is on Spring Break this week, meaning that his After School care has now turned into All Day care. He’s having a blast, apparently—eating pollen-filled lunches on the baseball field and attempting human pyramids and such. I kind of want to see if we can switch places for a day, so that I can have a Spring Break, and he can write about babies and pregnancy. Kind of like a real life Freaky Friday, but with less Lindsey Lohan.
His teacher bestowed upon us the honor of caring for the class caterpillars, which they are observing until the Great Butterfly Transformation of ’11. I am trying not to think about the fact that the one time we had a caterpillar in our house that we watched metamorphose into a winged creature evoked the Great Emotional Transformation of ’10, where Noah stood sobbing in the front yard for ten minutes after we watched the butterfly head for the treetops. Yes, Release Day will be an interesting experiment with an entire class of six and almost six year-olds. Good luck with that one, Teach!
Just before Noah’s teacher dropped them off at our house, she said, casually, “Oh, sometimes they crawl out. If they do, just track them down and put ’em back in.” Oh, ok, no problem. Only now I cannot stop thinking: CATERPILLARS IN MY BED. CATERPILLARS IN MY SHOWER. CATERPILLARS IN MY CEREAL.
So my advice, tiny caterpillars, is to just stay put! See how nice and warm it is under those paper towel circles! You like it there. You want to staaaaay there.
Plus, I will probably kill you if you end up anywhere near me unexpectedly. Just a little tip from me to you!
This week (and last week)(and the one before)(and the one .. you get the picture) L and I have been researching and test driving cars. Well, to be fair, L has been researching. I’ve been scouring the internet for images of various models and saying, “Ooooh, look! Shiny!” I am a helper.
Getting this car is a huge decision for us—we have copious student loans to pay off (And sidebar: May I just say that while paying off student loans for a degree you received is certainly painful, I can’t imagine it hurts nearly as bad as sending in a big old check to Big Name Lender for a degree you did NOT receive. Insult, meet injury.) and want to do so as quickly as possible. (Quickly=before we die.) We’ve been trying to stick to a budget and hurl as much money on our loans as possible, like they are giant fires that need to be put out and our payments are buckets of water. (Though if we’re going to carry this analogy out accurately, it’s really more like we’re wafting a gentle mist of moisture in the general direction of a giant fire.) But having one car is just not feasible for us any more. The amount of stress it’s added to my daily workload is immense, and having to leave early enough to take Rosie to daycare so that I can get 40 minutes north to my office by 8 a.m. and then leave every day by 4 p.m. so that I can make it to her daycare by 5:00 is miserable. It’s not uncommon for her to spend 10 hours at school a day, and even though she’s doing fine—flourishing, even—that’s too much.
So! Another car it is! And now I shall regale you with my eleventeen top choices. They all involve sunroofs, and shininess.
Please Enjoy This Face, Courtesy of Noah: