It’s been a helluva week. I am so far behind in work, in housework, in domestic paperwork, that I can’t even string together a coherent post. I’ve been so busy that I wanted to thank you all for your recent comments – the questions are great, and I’ll get to them soon, but also thanks for the well-wishes on kindergarten and other adventures, and for the nostalgia kick on 1970s TV. It’s been fun reading your comments – even more so than usual!!
Simon went for his two-year-old check-up this week. The ped asked how he was doing with his words, and when Beloved told him he was forming sentences with clauses, he was suitably impressed. Simon at two is a perfect square: 35 lbs, 35 inches tall. This sounded vaguely familiar, so I looked in my own blog archives and sure enough, Tristan was a perfect square at three years old! Simon’s currently 90th percentile for weight, and 80th for height. We brew our boys big.
Tristan gave up the guard rail on his bed last night, which is another major milestone for us. We had suggested removing it quite a few times, but Tristan always asked to keep it. He’s been in that bed for longer than he was in his crib, come to think of it, and it’s strange to be able to just sit on the edge of the bed without cramming my butt into the gap between the rail and the footboard. Simon is still in his crib, and showing no signs (touch wood) of contemplating escape, so we’ll leave him there as long as he is content.
He also still takes his nightly bottle (Simon, that is – not Tristan), and I really should get around to weaning him from that. But it’s me who loves the five minutes of cuddling at the end of the day, and Simon is much like his mother in that he is a creature of routine. The other day, I put the empty bottle on the wall unit instead of the side table and he scolded me for it. Apparently it’s important for the balance of power in the universe that the bottle goes on the table and NOT the wall unit. Now I know.
I’ll leave you with this conversational snippet from last week. We’re sitting at the table, the remains of a Greek take-out feast spread out on the table. Tristan looks up and asks, “Mommy, why does dinner come from boxes?”
This is my domestic legacy.
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Aaaah and now my universe is realigned with a good ‘old fashioned’ friday ramble type post from you. All very good writings full of feel good substance.
TGIF and have a great w/e my friend!!
Aaaah and now my universe is realigned with a good ‘old fashioned’ friday ramble type post from you. All very good writings full of feel good substance.
TGIF and have a great w/e my friend!!
heehee – oh, my children will be asking me the same question some day, i’m sure. not so much a domestic goddess me, as take-out queen. although if i do have my children with the man with whom i currently reside, they will probably instead ask me, “mommy, why does dinner come from boxes when YOU make it, and fresh from the kitchen when daddy makes it?” = mike is the cook in our household, not me…
heehee – oh, my children will be asking me the same question some day, i’m sure. not so much a domestic goddess me, as take-out queen. although if i do have my children with the man with whom i currently reside, they will probably instead ask me, “mommy, why does dinner come from boxes when YOU make it, and fresh from the kitchen when daddy makes it?” = mike is the cook in our household, not me…
I miss the nightly ritual of the cuddles with the bottle….it’s a sure sign that your baby is no longer a baby. I’m still not sure that I was ready to give it up, but the transition was almost too smooth and Thankfully she isn’t hating Santa for it!
Have a good weekend…this is the 3rd last for me until layoff time…
Barb
I miss the nightly ritual of the cuddles with the bottle….it’s a sure sign that your baby is no longer a baby. I’m still not sure that I was ready to give it up, but the transition was almost too smooth and Thankfully she isn’t hating Santa for it!
Have a good weekend…this is the 3rd last for me until layoff time…
Barb
I’m a take-out lover also. My kids think ‘Happy Meal’ is a food group.
My pediatrician told me at John M.’s last check-up to wean him from the bottle (that was at 15 months), but we’re hanging with the nightly bottle too. I mean, he’s my last baby!!
Wahhhh!
I’m a take-out lover also. My kids think ‘Happy Meal’ is a food group.
My pediatrician told me at John M.’s last check-up to wean him from the bottle (that was at 15 months), but we’re hanging with the nightly bottle too. I mean, he’s my last baby!!
Wahhhh!
At least your caregiver isn’t coming out of a box. The girls have a PD day today and for most of the morning they were plunked in front of PBS while I worked.
At least your caregiver isn’t coming out of a box. The girls have a PD day today and for most of the morning they were plunked in front of PBS while I worked.
so they say a person’s adult height can be determined by the kid’s height at two years of age times two, so: 35×2=70 inches or 5’10″ tall, sounds good, no?
as for the night time bottles, we had ours up until March Break last year when we, very conveniently and intentionally, forgot them at home when we went down to Florida for 2 weeks. They were 3 years and 4 months old!!! It was about the same with big sis too! Guess, I too, couldn’t let go of that nighttime ritual.
Funny comment about the take-out food. Around here, the kids ask what I will put in the microwave for mealtime…seems I’ve developed an addiction, necessary one, no? to frozen meals
so they say a person’s adult height can be determined by the kid’s height at two years of age times two, so: 35×2=70 inches or 5’10″ tall, sounds good, no?
as for the night time bottles, we had ours up until March Break last year when we, very conveniently and intentionally, forgot them at home when we went down to Florida for 2 weeks. They were 3 years and 4 months old!!! It was about the same with big sis too! Guess, I too, couldn’t let go of that nighttime ritual.
Funny comment about the take-out food. Around here, the kids ask what I will put in the microwave for mealtime…seems I’ve developed an addiction, necessary one, no? to frozen meals
LMAO! That’s too cute for words.
Hugs
LMAO! That’s too cute for words.
Hugs
Ha! About 2 or 3 mos. ago, my 2.5 year old asked my husband to “cook pizza like mommy”–ie take frozen pizza from box and place in oven. Nice.
Ha! About 2 or 3 mos. ago, my 2.5 year old asked my husband to “cook pizza like mommy”–ie take frozen pizza from box and place in oven. Nice.
I was so tired last week, I was too tired to call for takeout. My husband said that was pushing it — asking him to dial!
I was so tired last week, I was too tired to call for takeout. My husband said that was pushing it — asking him to dial!
Suddenly this takes on a whole new meaning:
“If i had a bloggy dinner party, i’d invite these clever bloggers”
We’d be making history by having the first takeout potluck!
XO
Suddenly this takes on a whole new meaning:
“If i had a bloggy dinner party, i’d invite these clever bloggers”
We’d be making history by having the first takeout potluck!
XO
OK, my turn to jump on the pathetic cook bandwagon….
ME: Tristan, what would you like for supper this week (as I make my shopping list)
TRISTAN: That food that comes in the hot bag from the man at the front door.
OK, my turn to jump on the pathetic cook bandwagon….
ME: Tristan, what would you like for supper this week (as I make my shopping list)
TRISTAN: That food that comes in the hot bag from the man at the front door.
Heh. Yeah, my situation will probably most closely resemble Suze’s.
Heh. Yeah, my situation will probably most closely resemble Suze’s.
Did you know that your blog is mentioned in a column by Connie Shultz of the Cleveland Plain Dealer? She quotes your bio. I saw it in the Austin American Statesman, which will require you to register, but it is free, I think. The article is called “The Land of the free-for-all.”
Did you know that your blog is mentioned in a column by Connie Shultz of the Cleveland Plain Dealer? She quotes your bio. I saw it in the Austin American Statesman, which will require you to register, but it is free, I think. The article is called “The Land of the free-for-all.”