Friday, January 30, 2009
We arrived at Gimme Coffee so early that we scored the horseshoe-shaped bench in the front window. People kept arriving dressed in clothing so inappropriate for winter it must be cutting
edge hip. They clutched their laptops as they scoped the cafe for a place in which to hunker down with a big mug of French roast to pretend to work on their thesis while really procrastinating and reading blogs. They actually glared and scowled at us ensconced in the prime real estate, our table covered by child-friendly lukewarm hot chocolate, wet Play Doh molded in the shape of Elmo, and the kids busy quietly (relatively) applying stickers to the vinyl booth and singing
their version of the ABCs. Bugger 'em. We stayed a full 10 minutes longer than we needed to just to wait for a venomous and pinched woman to fully unpack all her accoutrements so she wouldn't want to bother to move to our table when we left. We got to offer our table to a lovely woman swathed in hand knits and wool clutching a year's worth of receipts and statements looking for a place to do her taxes. She told the kids how cute they were, and how her dog shared Pequita's
We dashed into the consignment store for a quick scan of toys and scored a Playmobil pirate ship for my nephew and some super bamboo stacking shapes for us. I'm always trying to replace our plastic stuff with natural materials, I just won't do it for full Haba or Plan price. Later this weekend I'll drop off some of our lesser quality blocks at the donation center in an attempt to keep clutter down.
We then met up with our friends at the science museum and played HARD for a couple hours until Monito was so beligerent and defiant I couldn't ignore how tired the kids were. We're now parked outside the nursery that we'll go but a big ficus in once they awake from their nap. We still have our Christmas tree up, and as much as I'd like to say it is because we don't have time to take it down, it is just that we so love the twinkle lit tree in the corner of the living room at night. Our new ficus will fill the void, since the pine needles are starting to really pile up.
A really good morning, all around. The only dark spot is the $300 part we'll need for the car next week.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I offer for your viewing pleasure a video that maybe only my mother will enjoy, but here is how we spend our afternoons when playing with puzzles, clay and quieter work has become impossible. They prefer ABBA to all other music - they are my babies, after all - but the Waterboys will do in a pinch.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I was the only person there hanging on to two kids. What in the world do people DO with a third young one? Stay home, is all I can figure. It must be very limiting; two is already challenging in risky areas like playgrounds and around water.
me hope and makes me feel like our government can have a positive
effect on our own country and the rest of the world. It seems like
much of the world is excited right along with us.
I was raised with Pete Seeger, singing his songs, feeling his voice
wash over and through me at folk festivals, listening to my dad sing
us to sleep with his songs. Pete's messages and beliefs have informed
my politics, my lifestyle and the way I try to approach the world. He
hasn't sung in public in years because his voice has suffered in his
old age. Nonetheless, he came out and sang in front of millions of
people to lend his history, his hope and his soul felt words to
Obama's presidency. His presence moves me to tears. See for yourself:
And yet the day is bittersweet. Obama is another person who does not
believe that I should be able to marry the love of my life. Lesbians
and gays are among the people still waiting for equality.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
The cervix formerly known as Superstar now goes by *@"?+# (pronounced 'Squeaky Wheel).
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I was talking recently with H-mama about getting them the hell out of our bed* and we kind of agreed that it would be a good idea to transition them to sleeping in their cribs IN THEIR OWN ROOM fairly soon. Then we'll shift them into big kid beds once they start endangering their lives by climbing out of their cribs on their own. You know, one big change at a time. *IF* we decide to have a third kid, we'll need the two we have out of the master bedroom anyway, but that is at least a year away since I wouldn't start trying until the spring.
*Pequita is, and has always been, a better sleeper than Monito. He sucks at it, waking frequently, dreaming loudly and with physical thrashings to accompany his noises, waking - still, at almost a year - every 2 or 3 hours to nurse. He's just started refusing his pacifier at night, preferring to wail loudly until I let him nurse. Pequita got through all this by herself, but clearly I'm going to be stuck training Monito. This is the main reason I'm willing to chuck the family bed and H-Mama is still pushing for it; her nighttime charge is pleasant, polite and warm to sleep next to, while mine is like a bear cub with a thorn in its paw trying to escape from a gunny sack.
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
*Heh heh - did you like my little joke? He went back to sleep for 84 minutes and woke up wanting to nurse. Wash, rinse, repeat. Sleep through the night. My son? Oh my, so amusing. He stopped crying, though, so it must have been the problem.
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Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Monito woke me up at around 5:30 am to nurse, and I couldn't fall back asleep due to stress. It was most sad, as I had been dreaming that I was a member of an erotic yoga troupe. No kidding - I haven't had that much night time excitement in quite a while. I usually spend an hour or two each night awake and reading because of anxiety, but oy. It is so annoying when the kids actually sleep in a bit and I'm awake, exhausted, and reading a book trying to distract myself long enough to fall asleep again. My brain has always manifested night stress badly and in an excitingly different way than daytime stress. I can be dozing peacefully, almost asleep, and suddenly I'll sense my mind searching for the stress hook. Once I remember whatever is the most stressful thing going on at the moment, my mind replays the worst case scenario over and over and over, just like when your Shawn Cassidy record has ended and you hear the same circular scritch-scritch-scritch as the needle hits the paper label until you turn off the record player. [I've just lost half the readers, who have never played an actual vinyl record and can't relate. And hey, Shawn was cool there for a while.] This thought process is always irrational, and morning brings calm and perspective, but who really cares when I'm clocking less than 6 hours of sleep a night? I have developed a couple replacement thoughts that override the process if I can insert them before my brain locks onto the anxiety. One is of floating down a river that is warm and pebbled with beautiful stones, another good one is harvesting gorgeous home grown veggies from a huge garden in the hot sun, with bees buzzing, birds chirping, etc. Anyway, these failed me last night and I was awake; the only escape is to read. Perhaps I'll try anti-anxiety meds after I'm done breastfeeding but for now I'm stuck with my own unquiet mind.
Monito fell back asleep after nursing. Pequita sat up alert at 7ish, and I took her downstairs so H-Mama and Monito could sleep in. The first thing she saw was the new picture cube I made for them - another thrift store find. I bought it to put letters in it, so they could spin them and spell 3-letter words, but they just aren't ready. So pictures of all the grandparents and some cousins are there to spin around and admire. She loved it. She helped me make a pot of coffee - they both love to measure the grounds out and pour the water in the machine - and then began the complicated ritual of setting up her horse farm. Many Playmobile horses and riders, some Schleich draft horses, and some food and water. All was well until her brother made his first peep upstairs. Then the horrifying prospect of having to share her horses caused a complete pack up. By the time I had zipped upstairs to fetch the boy and brought him back downstairs so H-Mama could continue sleeping in, this was all that was left. I can't say that the sharing process has gone perfectly, but they do fairly well except for their favorite toys. For Pequita, that is her horses.
Monito's affections lie in different areas. His deep and abiding love for Noo Noos of all shapes and sizes continues to be totally annoying and quite sweet. We scored a huge coup yesterday at the thrift store when we went to drop off the first of several batches of items purged from our crowded house; it would seem others have had a similar idea, as there, on a shelf, was a dust buster Noo Noo for only $2.99. Could no one else see the value? Apparently not, as we had no competition for it. It charges up beautifully and he can vacuum with it for about 25 minutes before it has to be plugged in again. He isn't allowed to use it when anyone is sleeping, so this morning my 18-month old sat patiently, lovingly, next to the new Noo Noo we call Buster for a full 15 minutes waiting for H-Mama to wake up. He melts me sometimes.