Sunday, November 22, 2009
Happy Birthday
Monday, November 16, 2009
Better Than Ice Cream
The last two weekends (and the days in between) have been nuts. Lots of crazy, good developments with the kids. And Round Two of illness. (I heart preschool!) More details will be coming one of these days. Really. It could happen...hey, at least you know I have good intentions!
I've started running away on Sundays, at least for a little bit, to escape the madness. A week ago I ran away to the beach. I only had a 45 minute window to escape, and the drive takes almost 15 minutes each way, so I only had about 15 minutes actually on the beach. But it was so worth it because I went ALL BY MYSELF. The weather was in the 70s and just fabulous. I drove with all the windows down and sunroof open listening to my music, yes, MY music, really loudly. It was heavenly. The beach was nice too!
Last night I took Ree with me, and we ran away to Boombalatti's, a local ice cream shop that makes all of their ice cream in house daily. It is fabulous ice cream. I'm sure it's because people just don't go out for ice cream on a regular basis in November in Ohio, but I'm not used to seasonal ice cream flavors in the fall. Graeter's makes pumpkin ice cream, but that's about it. Here it is a whole different story. There was an entire case devoted to autumnal ice cream. There was cranberry apple cider sorbet, and a whole host of flavors made with dried fruits and nuts. I ended up getting the pumpkin ice cream, which was at least as good as Graeter's, in case you were curious. Ree picked the cranberry walnut coconut. She was so excited about it. She didn't even want to look at the vanilla with sprinkles that was right next to it. Her order got a raised eyebrow from the college-aged guy working behind the counter. As we were leaving, he asked if she liked it. I informed him that she ate every last bite. My girl is not a plain Jane!
I've started running away on Sundays, at least for a little bit, to escape the madness. A week ago I ran away to the beach. I only had a 45 minute window to escape, and the drive takes almost 15 minutes each way, so I only had about 15 minutes actually on the beach. But it was so worth it because I went ALL BY MYSELF. The weather was in the 70s and just fabulous. I drove with all the windows down and sunroof open listening to my music, yes, MY music, really loudly. It was heavenly. The beach was nice too!
Last night I took Ree with me, and we ran away to Boombalatti's, a local ice cream shop that makes all of their ice cream in house daily. It is fabulous ice cream. I'm sure it's because people just don't go out for ice cream on a regular basis in November in Ohio, but I'm not used to seasonal ice cream flavors in the fall. Graeter's makes pumpkin ice cream, but that's about it. Here it is a whole different story. There was an entire case devoted to autumnal ice cream. There was cranberry apple cider sorbet, and a whole host of flavors made with dried fruits and nuts. I ended up getting the pumpkin ice cream, which was at least as good as Graeter's, in case you were curious. Ree picked the cranberry walnut coconut. She was so excited about it. She didn't even want to look at the vanilla with sprinkles that was right next to it. Her order got a raised eyebrow from the college-aged guy working behind the counter. As we were leaving, he asked if she liked it. I informed him that she ate every last bite. My girl is not a plain Jane!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
It's a Put On
One of the great things about Wilmington is that independent radio is still alive and kicking. We celebrate this by keeping a radio on most of the time when we are at home. In particular, we have a great classic rock station that we have been listening to ever since we moved here.
Lately Pearl Jam and STP have been in heavy roatation, and while I like hearing them, and they are a million times better than some of the 70s crap that gets played, it's still a bit disturbing to realize that the music that came out when I was in high school is now classic rock.
Ree definitely has her favorite songs, and it's always amusing (and a bit scary) when we hear her playing in her room singing Pink Floyd or Queen. Her favorite classic rock song of all time, though, has to be Eminence Front by The Who. She LOVES it. Back when she was barely talking, we would still catch her singing along, "It's a put on!" If she were on Name That Tune, she could name Eminence Front in one note.
It came on the radio the other day, and she got really excited. Jeff was in the sunroom and she came running in, all wide-eyed and excited and shouted, "Daddy, it's my JAM!"
Lately Pearl Jam and STP have been in heavy roatation, and while I like hearing them, and they are a million times better than some of the 70s crap that gets played, it's still a bit disturbing to realize that the music that came out when I was in high school is now classic rock.
Ree definitely has her favorite songs, and it's always amusing (and a bit scary) when we hear her playing in her room singing Pink Floyd or Queen. Her favorite classic rock song of all time, though, has to be Eminence Front by The Who. She LOVES it. Back when she was barely talking, we would still catch her singing along, "It's a put on!" If she were on Name That Tune, she could name Eminence Front in one note.
It came on the radio the other day, and she got really excited. Jeff was in the sunroom and she came running in, all wide-eyed and excited and shouted, "Daddy, it's my JAM!"
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Daylight Wasting Time
I think Daylight Savings Time is nothing more than an evil plot against parents. Seriously! All the farming these days is done by big corporations. They have high tech equipment and lights and crews of thousands. They don't need an extra hour. And energy savings? Please. Time change is a plot against parents. Just think about it.
In the spring you lose an hour. Yes, as though the day wasn't short enough already for parents, there is a day that is cut down to 23 hours. Boo! And they say that you'll get that hour back in the fall, but they don't say what that hour will look like.
So after surviving the Halloween madness on Saturday, Jeff and I were all excited for our extra hour on Sunday. We knew better than to think we would actually get an extra hour of sleep (that's a good one!) but we thought we would at least have an extra hour to get things done.
Um, no.
Both boys were up by 5:45, and they were screaming because they were STARVING. They had been eating breakfast between 7:30 and 8:00, so I'm not sure exactly why they wanted to get up quite so early, but they did. I think it was our punishment for putting them to bed late on Saturday night. (No, this does not make sense, but have you ever tried to rationalize with 11-month-olds? Their responses, at best, tend to be along the lines of "MAMAMAMAMAMA" or zerberts. At worst they cry. A lot. And they just don't grasp the concept that staying up late should be complemented by sleeping in.)
We should've known then that the day was going to be shot, but silly us, we still had hope. The day did not get better. The boys spent most of the day crying because Something Wasn't Right. They were briefly placated when I took them to Kohl's and Dollar General with me, but the happiness ended abruptly when we returned home. So you know what we did with our "extra" hour that was actually rudely stolen from us back in the spring? We spent it holding crying babies. Yay for cuddles! Babies are so sweet! :)
Since Sunday Leon and Michael have continued to get up between 5:00 and 5:30 each morning. Oh, and Leon hasn't been wanting to stay asleep, so he's been checking in every 30-45 minutes until midnight. And twice during the night after that. And since they are not sleeping at night, they have also decided to cut their daytime naps down from 2 hours to 45 minutes. Yawn.
The only thing saving me is that I know I am not alone. I have yet to talk to a parent with a child under the age of 5 who isn't currently in sleep deprivation hell. Daylight Savings Time, you are the most evil plot against parents...EVER.
In the spring you lose an hour. Yes, as though the day wasn't short enough already for parents, there is a day that is cut down to 23 hours. Boo! And they say that you'll get that hour back in the fall, but they don't say what that hour will look like.
So after surviving the Halloween madness on Saturday, Jeff and I were all excited for our extra hour on Sunday. We knew better than to think we would actually get an extra hour of sleep (that's a good one!) but we thought we would at least have an extra hour to get things done.
Um, no.
Both boys were up by 5:45, and they were screaming because they were STARVING. They had been eating breakfast between 7:30 and 8:00, so I'm not sure exactly why they wanted to get up quite so early, but they did. I think it was our punishment for putting them to bed late on Saturday night. (No, this does not make sense, but have you ever tried to rationalize with 11-month-olds? Their responses, at best, tend to be along the lines of "MAMAMAMAMAMA" or zerberts. At worst they cry. A lot. And they just don't grasp the concept that staying up late should be complemented by sleeping in.)
We should've known then that the day was going to be shot, but silly us, we still had hope. The day did not get better. The boys spent most of the day crying because Something Wasn't Right. They were briefly placated when I took them to Kohl's and Dollar General with me, but the happiness ended abruptly when we returned home. So you know what we did with our "extra" hour that was actually rudely stolen from us back in the spring? We spent it holding crying babies. Yay for cuddles! Babies are so sweet! :)
Since Sunday Leon and Michael have continued to get up between 5:00 and 5:30 each morning. Oh, and Leon hasn't been wanting to stay asleep, so he's been checking in every 30-45 minutes until midnight. And twice during the night after that. And since they are not sleeping at night, they have also decided to cut their daytime naps down from 2 hours to 45 minutes. Yawn.
The only thing saving me is that I know I am not alone. I have yet to talk to a parent with a child under the age of 5 who isn't currently in sleep deprivation hell. Daylight Savings Time, you are the most evil plot against parents...EVER.
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