Archive | May, 2013

A Date

31 May

I bought Todd tickets to a play for Valentine’s Day, and the night is finally here.  Of course, I didn’t buy the tickets until verifying that my babysitter could do an overnight since the play is in San Diego and at 8pm.

Then the babysitter told me, after money spent, that she was moving and could not do it anymore.  I have forgiven her but it created some problems.

So we are seeing AMERICAN IDIOT, which most readers will have no interest in, but it is a Green Day musical with adult content and drug use (according to the warning I got in my email) so who knows.  Good music at least.  I made Todd decide on food, giving only the requirement that the restaurant cannot be child friendly.

And then we are driving home at midnight.  The kids are sleeping over at the home of The People Who Are Moving and all children involved are bouncing off the walls excited.

We don’t go out much.  We frequently don’t get along.  But I have my happy hat on and am hoping for a fun 12 hours.  I’ll keep you posted!


Some Items

29 May

Pool day at Cole’s school today, so clearly he had to be up at 6 to talk about it.  He’s just slightly excited.

We are meeting a potential new friend this afternoon.  Well, I know her a little.  Her younger son will be in Owen’s preschool in the fall and the older one is Cole’s age.  Wish us luck.

I am a genius.  My sister has started a blog.  Don’t worry, we aren’t going to be Nie Nie/CJane sisterhood thing.  But I did come up with the name for her blog.  I’m very proud of myself.  Do you want to know?  I based the name on the content.  I mean, lets be honest here.

The plumber is coming in a few hours.  Nothing more needs to be said about that.

Summer session at the college started last night.  I hate the first day of a class.  18 nights, I tell myself, just 18 days of class and this very fast semester will be over.

Oh, That Eliana!

28 May

So I have been forgetful about taking my meds lately.  The problem with antidepressants is that you don’t really notice that every other day dosing is a problem until it is too late, then you are in a funk for no reason and then it occurs to you that there are too many pills in your bottle.  Whoops.

Anyway, this cartoon from last week’s New Yorker reminded me of myself.  Since it is my blog, I will share it.


Literary Musings

27 May

First, two excellent children’s books of late.  I have a mean thing in which I won’t read any picture book more than once at a sitting, so we go through about ten zillion books per week.  Precisely.  These are two that touched a weird, happy part of Owen and his mama’s soul.

Two of Owen's favorite things--mustaches and babies--in a hilarious book with lovely illustrations.

Two of Owen’s favorite things–mustaches and babies–in a hilarious book with lovely illustrations.


My kids are in love with their father so this tale of a boy and his dad on a special adventure is great, especially since the mishaps are spot on.

On the more grown up end of things, I just finished reading a book that was very good and thoughtful and interesting.  Even the title says it all.  And it reminded me of a different but related book I read about ten years ago that stuck with me.  Both books are about having a child with Down’s Syndrome.  Both nonfiction.  As many of you know, my dad’s youngest sister as well as my cousin both have Down’s Syndrome, so it is something I have always been comfortable with.  The mothers in each of these books come from an entirely different place of fear which made the books even more interesting.

Doesn't that title say so much, for any birth?  I would highly highly recommend this to anyone.

Doesn’t that title say so much, for any birth? I would highly highly recommend this to anyone.

Expecting Adam by Martha Beck.  Martha Beck has reinvented herself since she wrote this, but that is another story.  This is a harsh book in many ways, but...I'm not sure how to describe it.

Expecting Adam by Martha Beck. Martha Beck has reinvented herself since she wrote this, but that is another story. This is a harsh book in many ways, but…I’m not sure how to describe it.

Finally, we went to see GREAT GATSBY.  Not as over the top as I expected.  Spectacular casting and acting.  Four stars.  Why are all the amazing books so so depressing?  It sucked a little something out of me.


24 May

I don’t know what other people call it, but in my childhood if my parents brought us back presents from a trip it was called grip.  That is what it was called in my dad’s family growing up so we carried it on.

IMG_7659The crab hats, a very special piece of mom grip for my boys.  They make me laugh every time.

Nothing to Say

22 May

Cole’s best friend is moving.  His second best friend is moving too.

Owen’s best friend is moving.

My best friend is moving.

The only house where my children feel like they are home is disappearing.  The people I want to raise my children if I die are moving away.  Two months.  One month of which we will be traveling.

There’s really no way to talk about this without crying and falling into a pit.  I’m trying so hard to be a good friend and supportive and whatnot but my heart is not doing so well.

For 7.5 years I have talked to Lara everyday except Saturdays, and sometimes on Saturdays.  Every day at least once.  She’s the only reason I haven’t gone completely batty as a mother.  I’m not even exaggerating.

I hate everything right now.

Eliana in Maryland

19 May

Eliana’s letting me do a guest post on her blog.  I’m so amazing.  She keeps talking to me while I’m writing this so don’t expect great literariness.

She came for her cousin’s wedding–whatever.  She missed that and now is here to hang out with my family.

Today my children were miserable human beings but they love her.  She has super baby powers because Neil doesn’t love anyone.

Here we are in Chesapeake City.  Not a very exciting city but the most excitement we’ve had yet.


Here she is.  She’s the most excitement we’ve had in a long time.  Really, all day Saturday I kept thinking, “Is it 4:00 yet?  Can we go get Eliana yet?”Image