Speaking of marriage...
Sofia just looked at this photo on our wall and asked if we got married in a corn field. That girl, always keeping it real. (For the record, it was not a corn field. It was a very lovely winery, thankyouverymuch.)
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Sunday, November 9, 2008
Keeping it Real
Speaking of marriage...
Sofia just looked at this photo on our wall and asked if we got married in a corn field. That girl, always keeping it real. (For the record, it was not a corn field. It was a very lovely winery, thankyouverymuch.)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Smells Like Teen's Parents
Busy weekend. Our 5th anniversary, Steve's 30th high school reunion and a 70th birthday party for one of Sofia's pseudo grandmas.
I remember back when I was wild-single-girl-Melissa, at the height of my kinship with all things Bridget Jones and Carrie Bradshaw, there were people described in "Bridge Jones Diary" as the Smug Marrieds. These were the people who were so happily married and didn't let you forget for a minute how much better their lives were from yours and Ohhhhhhow they didn't miss being single. This weekend, I was inundated with the Smug Teen's Parents. So happy to be past diapers and bottles and boy, don't envy you ONE bit! I get a lot of this at work from my co-workers, but between the reunion (where everyone was in their late 40's) and the party I attended yesterday (40's, 50's, 60's) I was just hitting the wall on the Smug Teen's Parent Contingent.
The reunion was fun, but the shock value of the fact that we have the youngest kids of all Steve's contemporaries got old after about the 15th time of "HOW OLD ARE YOUR KIDS???" Most of the attendees have college/high school age children, so upon hearing that we had little ones, the immediate reaction was universal; the huge eye bulge and near choking on their appetizer, followed by excited slaps on the back, immediately followed by the elbow in the rib and cries of "Oh, I don't envy you!!" or "You sure have your hands full!" (Ya think?) The whole scenario was finished off with tales of how much harder it will be when they get to high school. I was describing the boys' love of climbing the furniture and immediately told "Oh, that's the EASY part! Wait until you have multiples activities to drive them to, homework and attitudes!" I know what they are saying is true, but it's kind of of like saying to a pregnant woman "Oh wait until the baby is born!! You think this is hard? HA! Wait until your nipples are bleeding and you're counting sleep in minutes rather than hours!! That's when the fun really begins!" You don't have any concept of reality for the future challenges, so why do people insist on throwing them at you like cold water?
I remember back when I was wild-single-girl-Melissa, at the height of my kinship with all things Bridget Jones and Carrie Bradshaw, there were people described in "Bridge Jones Diary" as the Smug Marrieds. These were the people who were so happily married and didn't let you forget for a minute how much better their lives were from yours and Ohhhhhhow they didn't miss being single. This weekend, I was inundated with the Smug Teen's Parents. So happy to be past diapers and bottles and boy, don't envy you ONE bit! I get a lot of this at work from my co-workers, but between the reunion (where everyone was in their late 40's) and the party I attended yesterday (40's, 50's, 60's) I was just hitting the wall on the Smug Teen's Parent Contingent.
The reunion was fun, but the shock value of the fact that we have the youngest kids of all Steve's contemporaries got old after about the 15th time of "HOW OLD ARE YOUR KIDS???" Most of the attendees have college/high school age children, so upon hearing that we had little ones, the immediate reaction was universal; the huge eye bulge and near choking on their appetizer, followed by excited slaps on the back, immediately followed by the elbow in the rib and cries of "Oh, I don't envy you!!" or "You sure have your hands full!" (Ya think?) The whole scenario was finished off with tales of how much harder it will be when they get to high school. I was describing the boys' love of climbing the furniture and immediately told "Oh, that's the EASY part! Wait until you have multiples activities to drive them to, homework and attitudes!" I know what they are saying is true, but it's kind of of like saying to a pregnant woman "Oh wait until the baby is born!! You think this is hard? HA! Wait until your nipples are bleeding and you're counting sleep in minutes rather than hours!! That's when the fun really begins!" You don't have any concept of reality for the future challenges, so why do people insist on throwing them at you like cold water?
Friday, September 12, 2008
This 'n' That
I've been a neglectful blogger, I hate that. I like it when I get in a groove of writing something every day. Truth be told, I've been pretty overwhelmed with work, commuting and unpacking and haven't had the time I would like to devote to writing. Ah, well.
This week, I took the boys to their first playgroup in our new neighborhood yesterday. I joined the Coastside Mother's Club. They have lots of events, so I'm looking forward to participating in much of that. There were about 5 kids at the playdate, all boys and one girl. They ranged in age from 16-19 months and you guessed it, all of them are using some words. I am trying not to be a freak about this but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit concerned.
The boys mostly grunt and point a lot. David did say "bye bye" yesterday, which is big, I suppose. Maybe being around kids their own age (other than each other, that is) will help in the speech department. We'll see.
Tomorrow is my 5th anniversary, hard to believe. I can't believe it's been 5 years and I have 3 kids. Never in my wildest dreams...
I had to single parent it this morning. Steve woke up at 6 a.m. to go fishing with a bunch of friends from high school. His 30th reunion (YIKES) is tomorrow and there are many people in town, getting together, etc. We are actually going, believe it or not, but we had to get the $$ babysitter. Ah well, it'll be nice to get out, dress up, have a nice dinner, etc. on our anniversary, right?
Anyway, I had to get all 3 kids dressed fed and out the door all by my lonesome. Then again, I usually do this anyway as Steve is either in the shower or on the can when most of this is going on, so there ya go. (TMI, I know)
***
File this in the "overheard at my house" file
Sofia "Mommy? Why did you make David's hair blonde??"
Me "Well, because he looks like me and I have blonde hair."
A look of utter puzzlement from Sofia. Understandable as my hair hasn't been blonde since she was 2 and she probably has no recollection of that. She does recognize me in wedding photos, which is something I suppose, considering I was 50 lbs lighter.
Oh yes, total brag...Sofia can now write an "A." So she can write an S, an O, an F, an I and an A, but she doesn't yet understand about them being in order and forming her name. She just puts them wherever they fit on the paper. Makes perfect sense!
This week, I took the boys to their first playgroup in our new neighborhood yesterday. I joined the Coastside Mother's Club. They have lots of events, so I'm looking forward to participating in much of that. There were about 5 kids at the playdate, all boys and one girl. They ranged in age from 16-19 months and you guessed it, all of them are using some words. I am trying not to be a freak about this but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit concerned.
The boys mostly grunt and point a lot. David did say "bye bye" yesterday, which is big, I suppose. Maybe being around kids their own age (other than each other, that is) will help in the speech department. We'll see.
Tomorrow is my 5th anniversary, hard to believe. I can't believe it's been 5 years and I have 3 kids. Never in my wildest dreams...
I had to single parent it this morning. Steve woke up at 6 a.m. to go fishing with a bunch of friends from high school. His 30th reunion (YIKES) is tomorrow and there are many people in town, getting together, etc. We are actually going, believe it or not, but we had to get the $$ babysitter. Ah well, it'll be nice to get out, dress up, have a nice dinner, etc. on our anniversary, right?
Anyway, I had to get all 3 kids dressed fed and out the door all by my lonesome. Then again, I usually do this anyway as Steve is either in the shower or on the can when most of this is going on, so there ya go. (TMI, I know)
***
File this in the "overheard at my house" file
Sofia "Mommy? Why did you make David's hair blonde??"
Me "Well, because he looks like me and I have blonde hair."
A look of utter puzzlement from Sofia. Understandable as my hair hasn't been blonde since she was 2 and she probably has no recollection of that. She does recognize me in wedding photos, which is something I suppose, considering I was 50 lbs lighter.
Oh yes, total brag...Sofia can now write an "A." So she can write an S, an O, an F, an I and an A, but she doesn't yet understand about them being in order and forming her name. She just puts them wherever they fit on the paper. Makes perfect sense!
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