Thursday, January 29, 2009

The part of the week where I wasn't tearing out my hair.

I'm pretty sure that every single blog coming out of our city this week has something to do with snow. And being snowed in. With kids. And wanting to spend 2 hours digging out the cars, because it means being outside the house. Not with the kids.

And yes. We had our share of that. We may even have had a tiny bit more whining about watching Dora and putting pajamas on the dog, and finding toys in our dreadfully outdated mail drop, and hoping against hope that the lump you've just found in the bottom of your shoe is just a goldfish cracker and nothing more insidious, but we also had something else.

This was the first time, the first honest to goodness time that Scarlett was able to go outside and play in the snow. Last year, the first real deep snow we got was the very day she was discharged from the hospital wearing all that fiberglass.

This was so much better than that.

Saturday, January 24, 2009


Something about this seems familiar.

Jeans. White cotton turtleneck. Patagonia fleece vest.

My God, if she was wearing Birkenstock clogs and had her hair in a bun, I'd have dressed her exactly like her godmother, circa 1993. Now I just need to take her camping to the Gorge, and stop off at Dana's on the way home.

January 20, 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

When an Irresistible Force meets an Immovable Object.

And I do mean irresistible.

Many years ago, I took the Red Cross Lifeguard training class, and I think I remember someone mentioning that head wounds bleed a lot, but often they aren't as serious at they might seem.

What they failed to teach me at 15 was that the best treatment for such ailments are cartoon band aids and animal crackers. And that for the rest of the day, the patient might pretend to fall down and hurt themselves just so they can get more [you guessed it] animal crackers and sponge bob band aids.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

First day of "School".

I can't even really say that with a straight face, considering she's two. But regardless, it's more or less true. She started a toddler program this week, and my God, why didn't we start this earlier?

She loves school, and there's a few things I'm pretty pleased with myself. One, they do lots of messy art projects there, which saves me the agony of pretending to be crafty. Another one is that someone else has to try to get her to wear a hat when she goes outside. Because that is like trying to put a pig costume on a dog. Which is really hard, and I don't recommend.

She wore that particular ensemble on her first day because not only do I love the symbolic nature of the apple for the teacher, but also because it belonged to her cousin, and I can readily picture a tiny Zoe running off to her own preschool wearing the same thing.

If there was any way to butch it up, I might try putting it on our son on his first day. Maybe if I pair it with jeans and Timberlands?

And we won, too. Or so I was told, because we left in the 3rd quarter.

Kevin took a few days off over the holiday, which means I [and my impossibly big hair] got to be in a couple of pictures. We took Scarlett to a ball game on New Years Eve, where I expected to not see anyone we usually do, and where I was once again presented with irrefutable evidence that I am indeed, old, because everyone showed up. With their kids. And probably went home and watched the same countdown that we did, before dozing off at 11:30.