"My cheeks are freezing! I need cheek mittens."
"There's something satisfying about cables and adapters."
I suppose you can guess who said what.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'm a Dodge Dart, you're a Lamborghini
JBL and I saw Kathleen Edwards last night, and she was just amazing. Witty and multi-talented, she joked about boobs and hockey (she's Canadian) as she played 3 different kinds of guitars, plus the violin. You know, not all at the same time. I was thrilled to hear the dreamy Goodnight, California, the punchy Back To Me, and the rollicking I Make the Dough, You Get the Glory.
The highlight of the evening was meeting Kathleen after the show. JBL bought a cool tour poster and we miraculously were first in line for autographs. We showed her J's picture, and told her what a big fan she is (truly - Lone Wolf is her favorite song), and Kathleen was kind enough to write J a note. Awesome!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Saturday morning, after breakfast
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I know I'll look back and laugh
Speaking of spirituality, it has become evident that the purpose of a child's existence in my life may simply be to test my basic nature. And part of J's job may be to gently suggest that I might look at the world a little differently. So far her efforts have been an exercise in futility.
Is it me, or is it unbearably frustrating to have toys co-mingled with other toys, rather than being stored away in their original containers? Not a day goes by when I am faced with things not only not put away, but spaced evenly throughout the basement in an almost perfectly combined state. I swear, it takes WORK to get things this messed up. Want to play pretend cooking? Sure, but half of the fake egg that velcros together is across the room in the Lego tub with one third of the marbles, two of the eight My Little Ponies, JBL's guitar pick, several puzzle pieces (from different puzzles), and three non-matching Polly Pocket shoes. (Note that there are no actual Legos in the Lego tub.)
Want to do crafts? Absolutely! But where are the kid scissors? We have no idea. They were last seen in one of the drawers in the apothecary-style coffee table in the family room, but have inexplicably disappeared.
I honestly try to clean up behind the girls, sometimes intra-day, sometimes in the evening after bed time. So how is it that K inevitably leaves something here every time she goes back to her mom's? Homework is left on the laundry room floor right next to where the backpack sat over the weekend. Her fleece jacket is in the basement inside the 'fort', with a lone sock turned half inside-out.
This lack of organization continues to make me absolutely insane (ask JBL), but I have neither lightened-up nor successfully helped the girls set up a process to clean up after themselves. Clearly there is a message for me in all this, but like a typical human I would rather have circumstances magically change themselves than to have to change myself.
So what is easier? Laugh it off in lieu of ripping my hair out, or go behind the girls constantly (in a kind way, of course) helping and encouraging them to clean as they go? Maybe I'll just sit here and surf the 'net awhile and see if anything better occurs to me....
Is it me, or is it unbearably frustrating to have toys co-mingled with other toys, rather than being stored away in their original containers? Not a day goes by when I am faced with things not only not put away, but spaced evenly throughout the basement in an almost perfectly combined state. I swear, it takes WORK to get things this messed up. Want to play pretend cooking? Sure, but half of the fake egg that velcros together is across the room in the Lego tub with one third of the marbles, two of the eight My Little Ponies, JBL's guitar pick, several puzzle pieces (from different puzzles), and three non-matching Polly Pocket shoes. (Note that there are no actual Legos in the Lego tub.)
Want to do crafts? Absolutely! But where are the kid scissors? We have no idea. They were last seen in one of the drawers in the apothecary-style coffee table in the family room, but have inexplicably disappeared.
I honestly try to clean up behind the girls, sometimes intra-day, sometimes in the evening after bed time. So how is it that K inevitably leaves something here every time she goes back to her mom's? Homework is left on the laundry room floor right next to where the backpack sat over the weekend. Her fleece jacket is in the basement inside the 'fort', with a lone sock turned half inside-out.
This lack of organization continues to make me absolutely insane (ask JBL), but I have neither lightened-up nor successfully helped the girls set up a process to clean up after themselves. Clearly there is a message for me in all this, but like a typical human I would rather have circumstances magically change themselves than to have to change myself.
So what is easier? Laugh it off in lieu of ripping my hair out, or go behind the girls constantly (in a kind way, of course) helping and encouraging them to clean as they go? Maybe I'll just sit here and surf the 'net awhile and see if anything better occurs to me....
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