Saturday, September 22, 2012

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today would have been be dad's 78th Birthday.

Happy Birthday Dad!! We miss you!!

Hello Autumn

"When autumn comes
It doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass
Around your summer heart"
'Somethings Missing'-John Mayer *

I get pretty bummed when summer ends. I always feel like I never really got a chance to enjoy it and do all the summery things I love. I know it's been about a billion years since I was a kid, but I think I still feel like summer should be these endless, warm days. I think of summer and I just think of warm skin and days streching on forever. Cookouts and picnics and beach days and rides at the fair. Now summer is squeezed in between 5 pm Friday and 8pm Sunday night.  So I feel no different this year: Summer is just too short.  But I am going to try and embrace autumn more. It's Shawn's favorite time of year for one. And it's hard not to get excitied about something when someone else is just so joyful about it. So here's to pumpkin patches, picking out halloween costumes, sweaters, MY BIRTHDAY!, halloween candy & taking Q trick or treating for the first time.
Bring it on fall. BRING IT ON!

*Say what you will about John Mayer but he can put words together in a way that just gets under my skin. Also, to totally be THAT person, I had the chance to meet him a long, long time ago.(He was opening a show for the musical love of my life, Glen Phillips) And he was ridiculously nice and friendly, and chatted with me and my girlfriend for 5-10 mintues after a show. So I have to love him forever and always.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Things & Stuff & Other Stuff

Just a jumbled, random bunch of stuff.

Okay, so I was out shopping a couple weeks ago with my girl Racheal looking for dresses to wear to a wedding we're going to. And as I'm trying something on that looks TERRIBLE on me, Rachy brings me a burnt orange colored tweed-like skirt. Normally not even something I'd consider. The kind of thing I'd see on someone else and like, but not for me. But I tried it on and liked it.  Then I thought the only logical footwear choice would be boots. So I bought boots.  Then this weekend I thought I should really have something else to wear these boots with. So I bought Skinny jeans. Which I SWORE I would NEVER EVER DO! Well, I mostly thought I'd look just god awful in skinny jeans and they'd make my ass & thighs look ginormous. Thus far everyone assures me I look good in them. And I like them. (Though I do suspect they are so tight in my calfs I might lose feeling to me feet.)  I don't think I can stress how much boots and skinny jeans are out of my comfort zone. Let's just say I'm not completely convinced there hasn't been some sort of hypnosis incident.

So like I mentioned, I'm going to a wedding this weekend. My sweet dear friend Lisa is getting married in Boise. (I met her when she lived all too briefly in Seattle before she RUDELY moved back to Boise, which I haven't entirely forgiven her for. I'm trying to move on, as it was several years ago. But it's hard.) I have a dress I really like, even though it's black and the wedding is at 2 in the afternoon. It was either that or um... skinny jeans & boots. Shawn is performing the ceremony (if he still has a voice. oh dear sweet infant jesus don't let him loose his voice) and I can't wait.

I've been thinking lately about how small my circle of girlfriends is these days (well, friends at all girl or otherwise). (If you want to know the truth I was trying to decide what to do for my birthday next month and was having a hard time coming up with anyone that would be able to come over/ go out with.) We all know how hard it is to make friends when you're a big old grown up. Throw in how hard it can be to coordinate schedules and actually get together with people, and well, there you are. I don't really know where I'm going with this point. Just that I would like more friends? Huh. I don't even know....

The boys & Shawn have been sick for the last week or so. Yesterday was one of the harder days we've had as parents. Shawn was still not feeling great & so had little patience. I was feeling worn down, and the constant sadness/whining of Q combined with Archer's clingyness just about did me in. It's a pain that when Q needs the most attention and patience is when it's hardest to give it to him. One minute he's crying and sad about who knows what, and the next he's silly and sweet. I'll be trying not to be annoyed about the crying over nothing but he's moved on. I can't keep up with that. But I know I need to. Anyway, I was ready for work today is what I'm saying.

I think we've managed to ditch Q's binkie without so much as a mention. I'm afraid to talk about it, as it's only been a week. We basically just stopped offering it to him (He was only allowed to have it at bed time/ nap time for the last few months). And he hasn't really asked for it. We did give it to him (we offered, he didn't ask) once this last week while he was sick. Just in hopes it would help him feel better (and let's be honest, would shut him up a little.)  But just like with bottles, he had no trouble giving them up. He sure does make some things easy on us.

I do believe I've blabbed enough for one post. I'm going to listen 'Morningside' by Sara Bareilles on repeat for my bus ride home now because I love it an unreasonable amount today.

That's incredibly rude, sir

Also titled: Things my kid is clearly learning from me.

Recently Quinn has taken to shushing us when he wants us to be quiet. It started when we'd turn a song on in the car he didn't like and he'd get kinda mad at us. We'd sing along really loudly to some awesome classic rock song and he'd tell us "NO!"  Oh, excuse me your highness but I can't listen to anymore freaking Katy Perry. (Clearly he spends too much time in the car with my husband listening to Pop music crap I can't stand- and he LOVES it. I need to work on that...)  Anyway, the other day Shawn told me Q flat out shushed him while he was talking AND THEN said "Be quiet! Archie's Sleeping!"  Archer was not sleeping.  And Q did it to me the other day. And maybe I need to work on making him be polite or not lying or whatev, but I'm sorry that shit is funny. And I cracked up. Loudly.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Conversations With 2 Year Olds

Quinn: Whatsa doin mommy?
Me: Feeding Archie dinner.
Q: Whatsa doin mommy?
M: Um. Still feeding Archie dinner.
Q: Whatsa doin mommy?
M: What do you think I'm doing?
Q: Feeding Archie dinner!
M: Yup. What are YOU doing?
Q: Eating dinner!

Asking him what he thinks I'm doing seems to be the only way out of the endless loop. See Also: "What's Dis/What's dat?"  (Espeically hard to answer because he rarely points, is just looking at something unknown...)