Mar 22, 2017 | Uncategorized |
I was recently thinking about my visit to the Norman Rockwell Museum years ago. For some reason I remembered this picture in particular.
I think it was the following conversation with Annabelle that brought it to my mind:
“Mama? What are you saying?”
“Nothing. I’m talking to myself.”
“Can you talk youder so I can hear?”
She comes by her nosiness honestly. (Obviously I mean Christopher is the nosy parent. I never get involved in the business of others.)
I spent a considerable portion of the day pondering which celebrities I’d like to text. I asked Christopher who his top four would be and these are his answers, along with his reasons. As per the usual, my thoughts on his picks are (like this).
1. Justin Thodeau, Prime Minister of Canada. He’s young and tough “even though he’s liberal.” He deals with Trump. He boxes. He is the second member of his family to be Prime Minister. (A boxer is not on the top 500 requirements in any relationship of my life, personal or professional.)
2. Philip Seymour Hoffman. He chose good roles and was well read. (Any hopes of reply texts from Phil will be dashed since he’s dead.)
3. Paul Giomatti. Great actor who has done some great work. (Possible topic of conversation- why does he look like this in every picture on google? Does he think he’s smiling?)
4. Matt Damon. Really smart, really talented and yet humble and down to earth. A guy who is that successful and famous but still keeps a reasonable head on his shoulders is worth talking to. (I’d put Matt on my list but no need for us both to have him. I’ll use C’s phone if I want to ask his family over for supper.)
Honorable mentions-
Lyle Lovett
Seth Rogan
January Jones
My list was based less on fact and more on who I think is fun and always up for a good time.
1. Jennifer Garner. She seems like she’d be fun to hang out with and I like to think she can plan a great girls night. Since she has three children of her own she wouldn’t mind if my sidekick came along too. We could bond over the fact the has a daughter named Violet which is a name I adore. More than just texting, I’d like to be neighbors with her
2. Carrie Underwood. Her version of How Great Thou Art is my very favorite of all time. I was hoping she’d be able to sing it at my wedding but there was a scheduling conflict. She’ll be my gateway to becoming friends with Brad Paisley and Josh Turner. Her son is on the list of pre-approved boyfriends for Annabelle. She has great hair and maybe she’d share some tips with me.
3. Jenna Bush. Jenna has a good sense of humor which I enjoy in a texting partner, especially in a group text situation. A friendship with her would lead to lunch with her parents and grandparents, which is one of my great dreams in life.
4. Bradley Cooper. BCoops is one the list because I imagine him as someone who can bring a healthy amount of good memes to the table. Bonus points, he also has good hair.
Notable mentions-
The Ryans (Gosling and Reynolds)
William, Kate and Harry. Obviously.
Daniel Craig. I’m not a huge James Bond fan, but Daniel Craig seems like a handy friend to have around when you get a flat tire or need your oil changed. I have nothing to base that assumption on, but when he plays James Bond he can jump on moving trains and knows how to sail a boat so I have confidence in his ability to put on a spare tire.
Who should I add to the list? I’m open to suggestions as long as it’s not Miley Cyrus. I don’t need that kind of crazy in my life.
Mar 18, 2017 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
It’s St. Patrick’s Day and I’m not wearing green.
Until there’s a holiday to celebrate all that Italians bring to the country I will not participate in St. Patrick’s Day celebrations. That’s not entirely true. I celebrate the fact that corned beef is on sale but that’s where my partying ends.
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| God bless Italy. |
Today was AB’s asthma/allergy appointment. I use this blog as a record of when we bring our car to the mechanic so why not make it our medical record too?
When I made the appointment the receptionist told me in the most I hate my job voice that we would be there 1.5-2 hours. I wish she told me that before I decided to make an 11 o’clock appointment. An hour and a half landed us a 12:30 which is solidly in the middle of lunch time. I packed enough snacks and books (and the ipad, in case things went south) to feed a small army. Annabelle eats enough snacks for a small army so it worked out. Much like Hansel and Gretel, we leave a path of Cheerios and Goldfish behind us everywhere we go.
I took this picture of AB as she was walking through the garage to the car.
She was slow.as.a.turtle.
She’s seen everything single thing in our crowded garage 152 times but she had to stop and inspect it all AGAIN. I have to allow for extra time if we exit the house through the garage instead of the front door.
We finally made it to the car and were on our way when I realized we might not be going to the right office. I re-listened to the message on my phone and sure enough we were about to pull into the wrong office. We arrived at the correct office with two minutes to spare. It took us three and a half minutes to walk to the front desk thanks to Miss Turtle. I apologized profusely for being late but the lady behind the desk said not to worry. The lady who took Annabelle’s stats was slightly less understanding. The doctor was so nice and spent a lot of time learning all the details of our bronchitis saga. Annabelle was fascinated by him. She kept putting her hands on his knees and staring up at him while wiggling her hips. The initial round of allergy testing showed she’s allergic to feathers. Of all things! Part of me wishes she was allergic to dust. Surely a dust allergy would make hiring a weekly house cleaner a necessity. It would be FOR HER HEALTH. I’m only thinking of her best interest!
Her best interest and less work for me.
Mar 15, 2017 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
Since I last checked in, our kitchen sink clogged and wouldn’t drain. I discovered the pipes had been slowly leaking all day and soaked everything in the cupboards beneath. We also heard back from Mac the mold man about the mold situation. There’s mold in the cellar and slightly elevated traces of mold in the air of Annabelle’s bedroom. It’s delightful dealing with adult things.
On Friday morning we went to Sesame Street Live. Normally I avoid Sesame Street like the plague but Annabelle’s school had tickets and I wanted her to experience it with her friends. My dislike of SS means Annabelle hasn’t seen much of the show besides Elmo’s World. I’d rather do 12 loads of laundry than hear Elmo talk about himself in third person but she likes it.
Annabelle recognizes most of the SS characters and she was enthralled by Big Bird and Cookie Monster. We were sitting a few rows from the front so she was able to see everything. I’m glad it was a very low cost event because her very favorite part was collecting confetti that fell from the ceiling. We could have stayed home while I threw ripped up construction paper into the air.
I’ve racked my brain to think of what we did on Saturday but all I can remember is I went to the dollar store and cleared out their fake flower section. Wild times up in here!
Sunday night we had a craft night with two friends from MOPS. They each have two children which stressed out Annabelle a little. She doesn’t like loud noises and confusion, which are two areas most children (including AB) excel at. In fact, yesterday we were watching a few of her friends and they started having a pillow fight. She was exhausted and overwhelmed and started saying, “Kids! Everybody calm down! It’s too loud in here. Everybody calm down.” She’s in for a real treat when she has brothers.
We made wreaths and frankly I’m surprised at how well mine turned out.
I was hoping the wreath would kickstart Spring to get it’s act together but no such luck.
We spent some time in the snow when Sesame got up from her nap. She played about as long as it took me to get us both dressed. I couldn’t find my snowpants so I had to wear Christopher’s. I looked like a giant white marshmallow on the top and a giant black marshmallow on the bottom. You could even say I looked somewhat like an inflated cow. It was very attractive.
The snow wasn’t packable so we made a laying down snowman.
Happy Tuesday. Take notes from Annabelle and rock your gold shades as you go forth and concur the snow.
Mar 9, 2017 | In a People House, Uncategorized, What's going on |
Annabelle is dealing with bronchitis AGAIN. I’m just as tired writing about it as I’m sure you are of hearing it. It’s neeeever ending. I finally switched doctors because her initial doctor wasn’t being proactive about getting to the root of the issue or sending her to an allergy/asthma doctor. Switching doctors caused me some guilt. I was afraid I’d hurt the doctors feelings by leaving. I wanted to send flowers and tell her it wasn’t personal! She’s lovely! Never looked down on me for my constant visits! Now I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I should go back. I call and reinstate AB as a patient tomorrow.
I had to make a plethora of phone calls to find the new doctor so I deserve a medal. Adulting is too hard. I think the best of both worlds is to be an adult with the responsibilities of a child. All the fun parts but none of the insurance hassles.
We had two men come over today and test the house for mold. We’ll get results tomorrow, but when I asked if the man had any predictions he said, “well, it doesn’t look too good.” What a sunny outlook. When we spent much of last winter sick I joked that we were allergic to this state. Turns out, I might have been right. We might be allergic to our own house.
Yesterday the doorbell rang while I was on the phone. I wasn’t expecting someone and there wasn’t a car in the driveway so naturally I assumed someone was there to murder us. I am truly an example of sunshine and optimism. It was the general manager from the restaurant next door asking for signatures. Normally I read everything carefully before I sign but this time I was distracted and didn’t study the paper. I signed on the line and sent him on his way. For all I know I could have been agreeing to sell my liver. Christopher’s too, since I also signed his name.
How could I possibly find anything more thrilling to talk about that mold and livers?
I was looking through pictures of Sesame the other day and came across my very favorite ultrasound picture. I loved her little nose in the ultrasound and I love it now.
I’ve been wanting to make a silhouette for years but never got around today. I paid someone $9 and she did all the work. I think it’s precious.
Mar 4, 2017 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Someone at MOPS today said having kids is like making a 1,000 piece puzzle when there are no edge pieces, no picture on the cover of the box, and a few pieces from other puzzles thrown in the mix. In short, IT’S CHAOS AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT TO DO. If that doesn’t entice you have to have kids I don’t know what will.
Sometimes on hard days I think about what I’d really like and my conclusion is always the same. I’d like 48 hours to myself. Twenty four hours to deep clean the house and twenty four for nothing but relaxing and eating French fries. Pre 2014 Sarah had no idea how much free time or what a carefree life she had. All you people with more than one child can refrain from saying anything. I don’t want to hear any speeches about “just you wait until you have more kids.” One of my pet peeves is people, particularly parents, trying to one up each other with hardship stories.
Moving on.
On Tuesday (a day when I fantasized about those 48 hours) I found myself holding a telephone that Annabelle said was “a cat named Squiggles.” She said we needed to sit on the rocking horse so we could all go to the zoo. I sat on the back where she told me to sit. She decided I was sitting on the wrong back and asked me to move to the side. I said I didn’t fit on the side but she insisted I try. I didn’t fit but I sat there holding Squiggles anyway. I pretended to use him as a phone (which didn’t take much pretending because it WAS a phone) but she got flustered because he was a cat, not a phone. I used to have an illustrious acting career but now my director can’t even remember the difference between back and side.
She’s gotten very particular about our words and actions. Christopher said something about her swim lessons and she told him “its actually called swimmING lessons, Daddy.” If we say or do something that’s outside the norm she lets us know. If I sit her stuffed animal rabbit in the wrong spot on the couch she let’s me know that too. She’s not rude about it, but she knows what she wants.
We had the following conversation in the car yesterday.
“I yike the name Ahnold.”
“Arnold is an interesting name.”
“No, it’s Ahhhhnold. I want to name my pet pig Ahhhhnold.”
She’s said it as if she picked up a French accent overnight.
We told Christopher she made a puzzle at MOPS and he asked what the picture was. She said it was a piece of cheese on the beach. It was really Sponge Bob but she was spot on with her description!
Feb 28, 2017 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
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| AB during the most stressful playdate of her life. |
In an unusual turn of events, Christopher had a three day weekend. We haven’t had a 3 day weekend in months so I declared it Family Fun Weekend, or FFW for short.
We started off the weekend at the gym. The gym isn’t at the top of my Fun Times List, but I do like zumba days. Besides, I need to exercise so I can eat chips with a clear conscience. Normally I’m the youngest person at zumba by about 40 years. I’ve done classes with people my age which I don’t enjoy because I feel so self conscious and compare myself to others the whole class. In this class I don’t have any comparison issues because as long as I’m moving quickly I’m doing better than almost everyone. This week a girl about my age stood next to me. I hadn’t emotionally prepared myself for such competition so I almost did that weird Michael Phelps arm flap thing to psych myself up. Just when I thought I was doing a little better than her I tripped over my own feet. It’s true what they say about pride coming before a fall.
After a family nap that afternoon I went to make a return at Target. I almost looked at the bathing suits but I didn’t want to deal with that kind of depression.
Friday night we had a pizza party in the living room and watched Toy Story. Annabelle really latched onto the party theme and wanted to have a cheerio party the next day. In addition to it being FFW, I decided it should also be MMM- Movie Marathon Madness. We always watch a few of our shows through out the week, but we had a bunch to catch up on and giving it a fun name made it seem less like we were being couch potatoes and more like we were reviewing movies for the Oscars.
Saturday morning I slept in while Christopher took Annabelle to breakfast. It’s a weekly tradition they enjoy and I enjoy the extra sleep. It’s a win-win all around. Next on the FFW agenda was a visit to a new bookstore at the mall. There was a rubber duck themed fundraiser for the children’s hospital near the store so we waddled over to see what all the fuss was about. Annabelle got her face painted and a duck balloon she named Click.
Sunday was a pretty typical day. That’s not completely true. We had to tell Sesame to
“Take the hash brown out from between your legs.” That’s not typical. We went to church in the morning and Annabelle refused to nap in the afternoon. I had to run to the grocery store for an ingredient for supper and while I was out I decided to swing by Home Depot to have a key made. I’ve had the blank key in my purse for literally 5 months but never think of it at the right time. I applied lip gloss in the parking lot because I’ve learned from experience that the more gussied up you are at home improvement stores the more help you get. I have no problem using my feminine charms when I can’t find the right department. I hadn’t counted on the door to the store being stuck shut. I stood there like an idiot waving my arms and legs to make it open. So much for gentility.
I hope you have a great week. A bug just flew into my face and made me drop the computer off the couch so my week is off to an interesting start.
