week in my life

Week in My Life 2012: The Weekend

My little family really needed a calm, quiet weekend after the past few super-busy weeks, and I think we achieved that even if Sunday threw us a curve ball.

Saturday

Saturday was hair cut day.  Daniel’s hair grows really quickly and even though he had a hair cut a few weeks before, he  needed another.  Happily, our stylist was able to fit him in.  Jimmy was going to take him, giving me some time at home by myself.

Pre-hair cut. Note the long bangs. Yes, that’s a Halloween shirt.

After the hair cut and a few lollipops later (if you ask Daniel, he equates hair cuts with lollipops), Jimmy took him to the bounce house down the road.  Unfortunately, every other family had the same idea, and it was packed.  After about 30 minutes, Jimmy decided it was unsafe for Daniel with so many big kids running around unchaperoned and brought him home.

Fun at the bounce house

I had intended to plant flowers, so once they returned, I headed outside to admire the gray, blustery day (thank you, Frankenstorm Sandy!) and pot pansies.

View from my front porch

I even achieved a little seasonal festiveness in time for Halloween.

Just like Martha Stewart amiright?

Daniel enjoyed the gray day too, watching the squirrels run and leaves swirl.

Daniel is really into his trains right now, but we asked him if he wanted to color and he said yes.  I’m amazed at what he can create with his crayons.  When I asked him what the big scribbles were on the right side of his paper, he said, “A big storm.”  Wow.

Petite Picasso? Pollock?

I am not arts & craftsy by any means, but before dinner, we attempted to decorate a pumpkin.

Masterpiece, n’est-ce pas?

Daniel had dragged in his “baby chair” as he calls it from his room and while we were decorating his pumpkin, Lucy decided to observe us more comfortably.  I don’t call her Diva Cat for nothing!

Sunday

Sunday was supposed to be quiet, yet purposeful.  I woke up with a migraine, though, and it rendered me useless for most of the morning.  Jimmy hadn’t slept much at all and had a scratchy throat (joy!), so I let him sleep and treated the migraine with lots of caffeine and water.  Daniel was a trooper and played quietly.  I may have let him watch 2 movies back-to-back. I blame Hurricane Sandy for all of this.

J’ai mal a la tete

Daniel was distracted from his breakfast by Lucy who decided to lurk at his feet in case he dropped anything edible.

A boy and his kitty cat

Daniel loves pumpkin muffins for breakfast, and I had promised him we would make some, so once my headache retreated, we did. He helped by adding the eggs, water, oil, pumpkin and spices.

Does a watched muffin bake?

Then it was time to prep the pumpkins for carving.  Daniel was extremely excited to see Jimmy cut out the tops.

Then it was time for me to scoop out the pumpkin guts.  This task falls to me every year.  I don’t really mind it, but OMG it is gross.  I can’t help but grimace while doing it because the pumpkin coats my hands and dries.  Ewwwww.  Another year with my arm elbow-deep in pumpkin guts!

While I was having quality time with the business end of two pumpkins, Jimmy and Daniel were looking at pictures of family and kitty cats.

We all wanted to nap (at least Jimmy and I did), but I was the only one who did (blame the migraine hangover).  Daniel was wild and bouncing off the walls post “nap.”  We fed him, read stories and got him into bed as soon as possible and within a few minutes, he was sleeping soundly.  Yay!

Then it was time to tackle the Sunday chore of making Daniel’s lunches for Monday-Wednesday.

And with that, I end the Week in My Life series.  I’ve enjoyed it a lot, and it’s been fun to document the various aspects of a week.  It’s been interesting to compare this year to last year as well.  Some things are the same, but there is a lot that is different. This is one of my favorite times of year, and I’ve enjoyed capturing it.  Thanks for reading along!

Week in My Life 2012: Friday

 

Friday was a frenetic day.  I knew it was going to be hectic because I had a few meetings and I was going to leave early because Daniel had a Halloween party and costume parade at daycare, but it ended up being even more hectic than I anticipated.

I dropped off Daniel at daycare with kisses and a reminder that we would see him at his party and then I dialed into my conference call, my first meeting of the day, as I headed into Raleigh.

I had one mug of coffee that I drank during my commute, but I needed more, so in between meetings 1 and 2, I headed to Cup A Joe for another shot of caffeine. It’s always fun to go there, especially because you often run into the reporters from one of the local stations whose office is up the street.

Local campus favorite

Freshly caffeinated, I headed to my second meeting at another building on campus.  It also happens to be the building Suzanne from Pretty Swell works in although she wasn’t there today.

There were some really pretty leaves on the ground as I walked into the building.

Fall is here!

After that meeting ended, I headed to my office for my weekly staff meeting, my third meeting of the day.  Normally that meeting is on Thursdays, but I had rescheduled it since I had to take my car to the dealership on Thursday.  At 10:45 Friday morning, I was questioning the wisdom of rescheduling it since I had precious few hours to actually accomplish anything that day.

My office building. My office s behind the tree in the middle. Eventually those trees will become a gorgeous shade of red.

After my staff meeting, I was pulled into an unexpected fourth meeting with my organization’s executive director AKA my boss’ boss.  After that meeting, I scarfed down lunch and caught up on emails before heading out for the main activity of the day: the daycare party and costume parade!

OMG the cuteness.  First of all, 18 3-year-olds and cookies, cupcakes, fruit and veggies (ignored–what a shock!) could be perilous, but they all did well.

Daddy and Daniel looking at his party plate. Looks yummy to me!

Daniel hadn’t napped, so the extra sugar was like heaping fuel onto the fire, especially since he was so excited to see us.  We put him into his costume, and he looked adorable.

Oreo cookie!

I had been worried that the costume would be too small, but it fit well and actually would fit a bigger child too.  We’ll use a white shirt on Halloween.  Daniel thought it was great fun that he could bump into walls and be well-insulated thanks to his costume.

Finally as the sugar took hold in everyone, it was time for the parade.  The parents gathered outside while each class paraded around.  It was very, very adorable.

Our cookie!

After the parade ended, we took our sugared-up, hyper little boy home.  It was a good day.

Week in My Life 2012: Thursday

OK.  Here I am posting about Thursday and I finally find myself able to do a morning routine post.  Yikes.  Y’all, it’s been that kind of week.

So, Thursday was the day I washed my hair again.  In case you are keeping score at home,  I washed my hair on Monday and then again on Thursday.  In my defense, I meant to wash my hair on Wednesday, but we overslept.  Also, maybe it is my lone superpower, but I can go a few days between hair washings before my hair completely collapses.

Anyway, I present for your amusement the 5 stages of my hair, analogous to the 5 stages of grief.

Stage 1:  I washed my hair.  I had to or my hair was going to walk off my head

Stage 2: Moment of truth.  Do I attempt to dry it or let it dry naturally?  If I use the dryer, do I beat my hair into submission with the round brush?  See, the issue is that the older I get, the wavier my hair becomes.  That’s not a humble brag.  I had stick-straight hair growing up, but now it’s wavy.  And when my hair is short, it’s curly.  Sort of.  The curls look good the first day but less so the next day because my hair is oddly curly. Even though I prefer to be as low-maintenance as possible, I’ve discovered that when it comes to my hair, a few minutes with the hair dryer helps me have manageable waves without looking like, well, I let my hair dry naturally.

Wet hair!

Stage 3: Half of my hair is wet, the other half dry.  Am I really leaving the house this way?  Yes.

I have no shame

Stage 4: OK, my hair has dried a bit and looks semi-decent

Dressed to impress obviously

In between Stages 3 and 4, Daniel wakes up.  Mornings are not his best lately because he does not want to get dressed and go to school, so much cajoling is involved.  He also wants to undress and dress himself except when he doesn’t.  Finally, he is dressed and eating his granola bar. The shirt he is wearing wasn’t my original choice and is too short, but he demanded a Thomas shirt and frankly, I capitulated in order to get us out of the house without me pulling out my semi-dry hair.

I win, Mommy!

Oh look!  The kitty cats want to eat too.

I dunno…they look pretty well-fed to me

Daniel insists on doing everything for himself!  Like putting on his shoes.

Like putting on his jacket.

Like getting in the car by himself which is rather impressive considering I have a Honda Pilot that is a little higher than a normal sedan.

I really am proud of him. It’s just frustrating during the morning rush.

Finally, we’re on our way, and he is eating part 2 of his breakfast, his waffle.

Yum!

This Thursday, after dropping off Daniel at daycare, I had to take my car to the dealership for an oil change.  I sat there for almost an hour before the shuttle came to take me to work.  I was intrigued to see free masseuse services while I was there.  Um no.  But I can show you how my hair dried.

So very attractive

And then I went to work and had more meetings and wanted to bang my head against a wall.  Happy Thursday!

Week in My Life 2012: Wednesday

Wednesday got off to a rough start.  Around 4:30 AM, Daniel woke up, ran to his bedroom door and started calling, “Mommy, come cuddle me.”  We woke up and waited to see if he would go back to sleep.  He didn’t and started to get really upset, so off to his room I went.  I got him back in bed and cuddled him, and he seemed to settle.  I went back to our room and had barely gotten back in bed before he was out of bed and calling out for me again.  He didn’t become as upset as before and after about 15 minutes, he returned to his bed and fell asleep.  I fell asleep again too and didn’t wake up until almost 7.  Oops.

Running very late, I raced around to get ready, but my racing didn’t feel as fast as it needed to be.  I felt like I was moving through molasses.  Daniel slept late too, and I had to rush him.  Sensing my desire to get out of the house ASAP, he did what any 3-year-old would do and decided that following directions was optional.  I told him to put on his shoes 4 times.  He debated whether he was wearing pants or shorts with me as a diversion from actually putting them on.  He decided he didn’t like the socks he had on after he had already put his shoes on.  He informed me his name was not Daniel; it was Diesel.  He thought chasing the cats around the house was great fun despite my admonition not to.  He refused to come in the bedroom to change, standing in the doorway, meaning I couldn’t close the door and causing me to have to do a little cat chasing of my own.  My frustration boiled over, and my tone became sharper than I would like.  When he was putting on his shoes, he said, “Mommy, are you happy?”  I answered, “I will be happy when you have your shoes on.”

Not our best morning.

Looking attractive on the outside; feeling like crap on the inside

I was supposed to attend a free conference, but I decided to skip it and head to the office since I needed to hunker down in my office.  I also had a slight headache and was glad to partially close my door and work.  I was mostly left alone too.  Maybe it was the “talk to me and I’ll cut you” vibe I was giving off?

I dare you to ask me a question

At 5, I trudged out to my car, my eyes bleary from staring at my monitor all day.

OMG is it only Wednesday?

Daniel hadn’t napped today, but he was in a good mood on the way home.  Even though the sun is often in my eyes this time of year, I love how pretty the drive home looks.  It’s like someone turned down the sun just a bit.

He loves his stuffed animals. He has three with him.

 

Not the best pic, but hopefully it conveys the light

Jimmy and I both hoped for a better evening than Tuesday, and it was.  Daniel wanted Jimmy to build him a fort in the kitchen.

Fort in the kitchen! No cats allowed

Despite not being pizza or ice cream, Daniel enjoyed his turkey dog and tater tots.  He was less enthusiastic about the carrots.  Oh, have I told you his new habit?  He likes to spit.  That includes spitting out vigorously food he does not like onto the floor.

These carrots suck

Every other sentence out of Daniel’s mouth lately seems to be, “What is that?”  It’s very cute except when you’re driving and can’t figure it out and he continues to ask until you finally make up something.  Not really.  OK sometimes.  During story time, he kept touching parts of Jimmy’s face and asking, “what is that?”

What’s that, Daddy?

After Daniel was in bed, it was time to tackle Wednesday’s chores.  We have to make lunch for Daniel to take to daycare and on Sundays, I make three lunches, so on Wednesday I have to make two more. I’m kind of in a rut with his lunches because I end up making the same thing (wraps), so if you have any suggestions that don’t need to be warmed up, please give them to me!

I think it looks pretty yummy.

Jimmy and I ate and began a documentary while elderly feline Bit eyed my side of the bed, ready to pounce if I got up.

Move, old lady, and that spot is MINE

And that was Wednesday!  After a rough start, it ended quietly and rather mundane, which was awesome.

Week in My Life 2012: Tuesday

 

We have a joke around the office that Tuesdays suck except it’s not really a joke.  They tend to suck.  Maybe it’s because you feel a false sense of well-being because it’s not Monday.  Maybe it’s because it’s still not far enough into the week to for you not to be depressed that it’s not closer to the weekend.  Whatever the reason, crappy stuff tends to happen often on Tuesdays both at work and at home because Tuesday also happens to be garbage night.  This Tuesday was no exception.  I’ve decided to focus on what happens after 5pm because tricky Tuesday threw me a curve at work in that my scheduled 4-hour meeting ended up going an extra hour, so there was nothing from work to document except for the screaming in my head.

Traffic was horrible on the way to pick up Daniel, so I rolled into the parking lot right at 6pm, setting us up for a rushed evening.  In contrast to Monday’s ridiculously short nap, I was thrilled to discover Daniel had a good nap.  Since we were already behind, hopefully his nap would buy us a little time and it seemed to because he was in a great mood on the way home.

Happy Daniel on the ride home

 

Since he was a baby, Daniel has loved to try to change the stoplight from red to green by blowing on it.  Nowadays he likes to command me to “blow the light, Mommy.”  Here we are both trying to change the light.

I wonder what the other drivers think.

 

When we arrive home, Daniel makes a beeline for the leaves in the front yard because he wants to catch a squirrel.  Good luck with that.

Where’d the squirrel go?

 

Since we’re so much later getting home than usual, Jimmy has beaten us home and already taken out the garbage.  One odious task done!  Surely that means the rest of the night will be smooth sailing!  I’ve posted before about how we try to prepare a multi-day meal once a week and this week’s is to be jambalaya.  Only we hadn’t made it yet because we didn’t make it to the store on Sunday, meaning we grocery shopped yesterday, resulting in the sub-par Chinese for dinner Monday night.  Since we needed to do a bit of meal prep, we fed Daniel separately and began to prep.  I cooked hot sausage while sous chefs Jimmy and Daniel cut vegetables.

Maybe a show on the Food Network is in our future?

The evening is passing by in a haze of domestic tranquility.  We’re prepping jambalaya while Daniel proceeds from his dinner to his fruit course, while a Thomas DVD gently blares in the background.  It’s almost time to get Daniel ready from bed, and I’m patting myself on the back over how smoothly everything has gone.  Then disaster strikes.  I discover we are missing a key ingredient for the jambalaya.  Jimmy has to go to the store to get it, leaving me to handle the bedtime routine with the 3-year-old who insists on doing everything for himself except when he decides he doesn’t want to and moves at a glacial speed unless it is something he wants to do or the very opposite of what you asked him to do.

Don’t even think of suggesting pajamas other than Thomas ones right now.

 

Fifteen minutes and one trip to the potty later, we are ready to read books!  I like to add in seasonal books to our story time and right now, our books are a mix of Halloween and Fall. Daniel LOVES to go “Wooooooooooo” like a ghost right in your face.  He is also into rhyming and jokes.  Tonight’s gem was “That’s not toast; it’s a ghost!” Happily, Jimmy returns in time to read a story too.

Books and a foot

 

 

 

After we tuck in Daniel, Jimmy keeps an ear out for little feet scampering from the bed to the door while I cook.  Daniel usually requires 3 or 4 retucks before he goes asleep.  Much to my chagrin, I discover that I’ve messed up the order of some of the ingredients for the jambalaya, requiring me to pick out some of the vegetables I’ve put into the pot.  This delays dinner again.  Ah tricky Tuesday, you strike again! Hungry and frustrated, Jimmy and I empty the dishwasher and exchange barbs before we realize how silly we are being and apologize.

Dinner is finally ready to be eaten around 10pm.  So much for a simpler evening!

Worth the wait I suppose

Week in My Life 2012: Monday

I am so excited that Melissa from Adventuroo is doing the Week in My Life series again!  I hope to participate every day, and it will be fun (or sobering) to see how life has changed for us since last year.

Mondays are rough in my house, especially since I usually have to wash my hair because I didn’t get it together to wash it on Sunday.  That also means I have to dry my hair.  Combine the shower plus hair drying plus getting ready with having waited until the last possible minute to get out of bed, and I was running late before I started.  Long story short: by the time I remembered it might be fun to document my morning, it was too late.   But here I am, dressed and ready for work!

New shirt!

I have mentioned in recent posts and tweets (ahem) that I’ve been spending a lot of time in meetings at work recently.  Yesterday was no exception as my week started out with a day-long meeting for one of the teams I am on.  From 9:30 – 4:30. With only two breaks.  Laptop and cell phone usage forbidden until break time.  It wasn’t quite as hellacious as it sounds because we have a lively team and a full agenda.  Also, they may be able to stop me from using my iPhone, but they can’t stop me from doodling:

More doodles

After work, I picked up Daniel from day care, where I discovered he had taken a 15 minute nap.  How delightful.  Once we arrived home, I hurried him into the house because it smelled and looked like one of our neighbors was burning every leaf they could get their hands on.  Daniel played trains on his train table, aka the kitchen table (despite the official train table taking up space in our living room) while I cooked dinner.

He loves the crane

I’ll humor you, mommy

Once the wee one was tucked into bed for the 4th time, Jimmy and I settled in to eat sub-par Chinese and watch the debate, occasionally hurling obscenities at the TV.

I’ve got your bayonet right here, Mittens

My cat wasn’t very impressed either.

Ho-hum. I’d rather lick myself

That was our Monday.  Comparing it to last year’s write-up, I notice a few things right away:

  • I still haven’t got it together on Mondays because I whined last year about having to shower too
  • Daniel is so much bigger: no more binky and no more crib. Daniel now has the run of the house while we get ready.
  • Daniel is in daycare this year, and our routine and commute are a lot different. Instead of pajamas, he gets dressed (with a good deal of sturm and drang) to go to daycare.  At night, he refuses to wear footie pajamas anymore, which breaks our heart because oh, the cuteness! As for the commute, we travel back roads now and I find myself listening less to talk radio and more to the songs on my iPhone.  That Ire playlist has been getting a work out.
  • While Juliet remains a favorite of Daniel’s, he really likes taking his stuffed Thomas and Percy with him now instead of Alpha Pig.

Week in My Life: The Weekend

This is my final entry in Adventuroo‘s Week in My Life project.  It’s been a lot of fun!

Our weekends have become fairly unstructured.  On Saturday mornings, Daniel and I used to go to The Little Gym for a 9:45 class, but our gym closed down before the Fall semester started 😦

Saturday

I woke up at 6, and Daniel woke up at 7.  I tried to let J sleep in a bit since we haven’t been sleeping well while we’ve been sick and, well, I do better in the mornings than he does.  He couldn’t sleep and got up at 8:30.

While I made Daniel’s breakfast, he proceeded to destroy the kitchen.

Amazing how quickly the kitchen can be destroyed by a determined 2-year-old!

After breakfast, Daniel requested his crayons.  He doesn’t like to color by himself, so I draw things and have him color them.   Yes, this is me pre-makeup, unbrushed hair and glasses.

Art project and me in all my glory

We were going to run a few errands that morning, so while I was getting ready, J and Daniel played on his easel.  Daniel can count to 10, so J was working on spelling the numbers with him.

Daddy and Daniel playing with the letters

J helping Daniel on with his jacket, and then we’re off.

Snuggles with Daddy

 

Getting ready to run errands

Our first stop was at Target.  I used to dislike Target and the whole “Tarjay” phenomenon because it seemed to pretentious.  I preferred the honesty of WalMart (in theory anyway) and how it didn’t try to dress up what it was.  And then they built a Super WalMart in my area, and I quickly ate my words.  WalMart is icky.

Is that Halloween candy behind me?

We also stopped at Kohl’s where I bought new bedroom slippers and a gold turtleneck.  The final stop of the morning was Lowe’s so I could buy flowers.  I thought it would be fun for Daniel because he LOVES flowers and plants but that’s why it may have been a mistake: he kept trying to pick every flower he saw.

Smelling flowers

Daniel wasn’t in to lunch, but he did agree to eat…wait for it…yogurt!  And then he decided to share with Lucy.

Sharing yogurt with Lucy

After his nap, Daniel saw my laptop and wanted to play with it.  In addition to cats and flowers, he is fascinated by gadgets.

Time for a little work post-nap

I’m always amazed at how quickly the day passes after nap time.  Next thing I know, it was time to make dinner.  Another healthy dinner rejected by Daniel, though he did find a creative use for one of the shunned carrots!

Carrots are more fun to play with than eat

Out of desperation, we made him spaghetti with our homemade sauce.  He hadn’t been into pasta lately, but we discovered tonight that his noodle preferences have changed.  He now prefers spaghetti to penne. Good to know!

Spaghetti!

 

Sunday

Daniel and I woke up at 7 and I again let J sleep in since we both had a lot of congestion the night before.  Daniel surprised me by eating a pumpkin muffin (he calls them “cake”) for breakfast.  Yay!

Pumpkin muffin for breakfast

We had originally planned to head to Hill Ridge Farms Sunday morning, but after Erin responded to my tweet, telling me that her family’s day there on Saturday had been fun but exhausting, we decided to go another weekend when our coughs will hopefully, finally be gone and we would be better able to chase Daniel.

So we headed outside instead.

Uh oh - scarecrow casualty!

Like I said above, Daniel LOVES flowers and wants to pick everything.  Poor petunia.  She had served her purpose well.  Guess it’s time to plant some pansies anyway.

This used to be a petunia

That’s our weekend in a nutshell!

I really had a good time with this project.  It’s priceless to capture all those little moments during the week, but it has also been so helpful to read everyone else’s posts and see that we all struggle with the same sorts of things and that no one has it all figured out.

Being a working and fairly new mom, I worry a lot about whether we are doing enough around the house, for Daniel, etc.  Why aren’t we more organized?  Are we being lazy?  Does everyone else have super structured lives?  Reading these glimpses into your lives have helped put those fears to bed.

Thank you.

Week in My Life: Friday

Day 5 of my participation in Adventuroo‘s project!  This Friday was out of the ordinary because J and I took the day off from work in order to do some major Fall cleaning around the house.

I didn’t sleep well.  I don’t know if it’s the cold or something else, but every day I wake up around 4.  This morning I had the privilege of waking up at 3!  Thankfully I was able to go back to sleep until around 5:30.  At that point, I was awake for the day.  I thought about getting up and writing the post for Thursday but dithered too long because Daniel woke up at 7.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth while listening to him chatter on the monitor. I love hearing his voice and all his new words as he plays with his stuffed animals.  I fed the yowling beasts and then went to his room.  He asked me to come snuggle, so I did.  There was a lot of tail action in his room – stuffed animal tails that is!  He is fascinated with tails, and he has lots of stuffed animals with tails, and he likes to tickle his nose and my nose and J’s nose with them.

After about 20 minutes, we headed to the Master Bedroom in order to change his diaper.  Daniel slipped in front of the door, but I thought it was because of his footie pajamas.  He jumped on the bed and chased Lucy.  I changed his diaper and brought him into the kitchen.  Only then did I put on my glasses.  I noticed weird spots on my pillow and side of the bed.  Curious, I opened the bedroom door and saw a huge pile of cat vomit.  Oh joy.  So that’s what Daniel slipped in and that’s what is on my side of the bed!   I hadn’t noticed it because the hallway was dark and yes, my vision really is that poor without my glasses or contacts.

I quickly stripped him down and put on his clothes and gave his stuffed kitty Juliet an emergency bath.  Oh and I cleaned up the cat puke.  J got up and got dressed because he was taking Daniel to his mom for  the day.  They left, I made coffee (yummy peppermint), put in my contacts and then sat down at my laptop to write Thursday’s post. 

J calls about 10 minutes later and informs me that Daniel has puked.  Though he hasn’t been sick like we have been, he’s been gunky too, so he puked up a lot of mucus.   They hadn’t gotten on I-40 yet, so J was able to pull over and clean him up.  He said that Daniel told him he felt better now.  I bet!

When J returned, we had breakfast from McDonald’s to fuel our cleaning frenzy.  I was bad: while I ate only the sausage and egg from one biscuit, I ate the second one biscuit and all.  Oh well. 

Let the cleaning begin.  J and I are pack rats.  We’ve also had a pretty eventful and stressful couple of years, so we haven’t had the time or capacity to focus on the house.  The primary objective of the day was to clean up the bonus room so that Daniel could use it as a play room.  Cleaning, however, can become addictive, and soon we were emptying closets and throwing away more than we originally planned.

I cleaned out my hope chest which contained dress up clothes from childhood, National Honor Society pins, a million pictures, a doll, coins from Europe – special stuff.  I ended up putting a lot of it in another bin, and the hope chest is now clean and empty, but we couldn’t remember why we thought we needed to empty it.  Oh well.  It’s ready for whatever now.

This picture contains a few things in my hope chest:

Can't believe what I hold on to!

The records are special because they were my father’s.  He used to DJ when I was younger, and I guess I had taken those records from his collection.  I’m not sure whey there are so many Madonna records.  I wasn’t that big of a fan.  The hoop skirt is from a dress I wore in a piano recital. The box behind it holds the many, many pictures I found in the chest.

After that, we attacked our VHS tapes.  Yes, VHS tapes.  We had purged them about 2 years ago and what was left was on a shelf in the guest room closet but deciding we needed the shelf space more, we were ruthless.  We ended up keeping about 25 really special ones, but behold what we got rid of:

Then J suggested that I do the same to my books in the play room.  We have two built-in floor-to-ceiling book shelves upstairs.  Mine is filled with books.  I couldn’t add another book to it.  I met this suggestion with dismay.  Books are sacred to me and even though most of the books were ones I bought at library book sales (and probably not very good), I still held out hope I’d get to read all of them.  He asked me to consider whether I’d really read them and go from there.  So I did.  I ended up throwing out enough books to fill two boxes.  It’s ok  – after all, the next book sale is in February!

At 4 we stopped because I needed to go get Daniel, and he had a few errands to run.  The house looks good.  We felt really good about everything we accomplished yesterday.  Hopefully we can keep that momentum going.

Lazy cats! We also attacked Daniel's room, and it would be nice if the kitties helped!

Week in My Life: Thursday

Day 4 of Adventuroo‘s awesome project to document your week.  I’ll admit that I struggled to think of something to document for Thursday because it didn’t seem overly different than what I documented on Tuesday.   I know that’s sort of the point of the project: you are not mundane.  Your life is not mundane.  So what I decided to do is document a few “firsts” from today.

Freak out

I usually take my iPhone everywhere, especially on a preschool day because my MIL will often call me to give me a synopsis of Daniel’s day because we have been worried about how he is adjusting.  Today I was involved in an impromptu brainstorming session in my boss’ office for a Thanksgiving card we are creating to send to clients, but I forgot to bring my phone.  After the meeting I returned to my office and saw that I had 4 missed calls and then J called as I was getting ready to listen to the voicemail.

J: Did you see my text?

Me: No, I just returned from a meeting?  What’s up?

J: They think Daniel had an allergic reaction at school

Me:  WHAT???????  To what?  What happened? (as far as we know, he doesn’t have any allergies)

J:  Apparently they think it was a plant on the playground.  Hold on.  My mom’s calling – I’ll conference her in.

We had a somewhat garbled three-way conversation, but the gist of it was that Daniel had gotten really red in the face and sweaty on the playground and had been playing with a plant (he loves leaves and flowers right now), and the teachers thought it resembled an allergic reaction.  They wiped his hands down with alcohol and he left a little early.  MIL was almost home and the redness was already fading.

As the day went on, MIL emailed us a few times and told us that Daniel seemed fine (whew!).  He’s very fair-skinned, so we think that maybe he became overheated while playing, but we have the plant and will Google it. 

I think my heart stopped when I first heard they thought it was an allergic reaction.  I was ready to grab my purse and pick him and take him home.  My poor baby!

School Pictures

Daniel’s preschool had pictures made last week.  I agonized over his outfit because it was his first school picture.  I even went to the mall at lunch one day and bought him a $26 shirt from Gymboree to wear.  We decided it was too risky to get his hair cut before pictures, so even though it was a little long, it would be ok.  We told MIL under no condition was she to give him a center part and brush his hair so he looked like a little Dutch boy; we wanted a side part. 

The best-laid plans…

We received his picture today.  Not good.  His outfit is cute, but he looks like he is about to cry; that’s because he cried when he saw the camera.  We sort of don’t want to buy any pictures because why would we want a picture of our little boy being sad?  But it feels wrong not to buy a least a small package. 

I guess this was our first foray into the exquisite torture that is school picture day.

Unhappy boy

Sweet Words

Daniel’s vocabulary has exploded in the last few weeks, and it is wonderful hearing him verbalize anything and everything.  He recently started saying “love” and tonight he said, “I love Mommy.”  Granted, it wasn’t spontaneous – we asked him if he could say it.

But still.

“I love Mommy.”

Best thing I’ve ever heard.

Racing his train along the window sill

Week in My Life: Wednesday

For day 3 of my participation in Adventuroo’s project, I am focusing on what happens after work.  Truthfully, this week is probably not the best week for that because J and I have been sick, and our normal routines are off.  Consider yourself warned and try not to judge too harshly 😉

After work, Daniel and I stopped by the grocery store.  Instead of normal dinners, we are sort of scrounging this week because neither J nor I are very hungry.  I didn’t have anything scroungeable at home, so that meant I needed to wander aimlessly the aisles of the store, looking for inspiration.  Normally Daniel is well-behaved at the store, but he has discovered screaming and he really likes screaming in places where it can echo and screamed his way through the store.  Fortunately the other shoppers took it in stride though I wondered if the screaming foreshadowed the approaching time of grocery store meltdowns and glares.

Daniel loves the baby pumpkins though he calls them "apples"

J was home already because he left work a little early.  He started working on our laptops to get them ready for Apple’s software upgrade.  Daniel started playing with his trains and the magnetic letters on his easel.  Honestly, I just stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. Thanks to my cold, I really start to fade after 5 this week.  Ah, dinner!  That’s what I need to do.

Yeah, the kitchen is a disgusting mess this week. I should be embarrassed but I'm not.

J working on my laptop in the dining room.

Trains, trains and more trains live in our house

He loves the alphabet

Me:  Daniel, what do you want to eat?

Daniel: Mint Oreo!

2 seconds later

Daniel: Pi-ha! pi-ha! piiiiii-haaaaaaaa (pizza)

At 7 Daniel’s dinner is ready (not pizza), but he is completely uninterested.  I sit at the table, hoping that will get him to come back over.  He eats a few pieces of the turkey dog, eyes the hummus and says “No more.”  I sigh and watch Jeopardy while he plays and then prep the coffee maker and my lunch for tomorrow. We think part of the problem is that he associates the kitchen with play time because he has a lot of toys in there.  We have a great living room, but it’s on the other side of the kitchen, and we can’t see him when he’s in there, so we spend a lot of time in the kitchen.

Look! I'm a yummy, nutritious dinner that the 2-year-old will reject!

Who needs dinner? I want to play!

At 7:30, we give Daniel yogurt because I want him to eat something and MIL said he hadn’t eaten well that day.  He’s in to making noise lately, and he uses the spoon as a drum on the table.  I’m sure it’s a bonus that in addition to the noise, the yogurt on the spoon makes a nice splat on the table.  For dessert he has  raspberries and apples, which he LOVES.

Messy yogurt

At least he eats fruit

After “dinner,” Daniel and I play with his pots and pans and cook potatoes, carrots, and peas, all foods he won’t eat in reality!  J is having difficulties with our laptops and iPads, so he’s back and forth from the office to the kitchen.

Cooking

At 8, it’s time for Daniel’s treat, which is his beloved Mint Oreo.   Right now he likes to bite it into the shape of the moon.  After the oreo, he brushes his teeth, which is always an interesting experience.  I’m starting to understand the reason for baby teeth: it’s like they are training wheels.  J preps our room and Daniel’s room for bedtime while I’m supervising tooth brushing.

Mint Oreo!

It’s 8:15 and we’re ready to change Daniel into his pajamas and have story time when we remember we haven’t given our cat Bit his medicine.  J gets the pill popper ready while I locate Bit, which is easy since it is only 45 minutes before Bit’s next meal, so that means Bit is right outside the kitchen meowing whenever we come near (told you he was OCD).

Daniel loves the cats, so after we give Bit his pill, we let Daniel pet him.  Bit is a little anxious but cooperates.

Nice kitty

After Daniel is in his pajamas, we settle on the bed to read stories.  We usually read about 5 each night though depending on his mood and our energy levels, we might read more.

Reading his favorite book about fall

At 8:30, it’s time for bed!  I pick up Daniel (unfortunately he is in a Mommy only phase right now), and J and I take him to his room.  We tuck him in, sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” with Daniel supplying the end of each line, give him kisses and tiptoe out.

J and I clean up the toys in the kitchen (though not the kitchen itself). J eats leftover frozen pizza, and I make a thoroughly uninspiring dinner of kielbasa and green beans (told you we are living it up this week) and go to the bedroom to watch an episode of The Office.  We got hooked on it while we were at the beach in August and bought all the DVDs.  We’re on season 6 right now.

After one episode, I’m out.  J’s a night owl, so he stays up a little longer.

And that’s what happens after work!