Wednesday, November 28, 2007

It Makes So Much Sense

Evan and I were talking in the car today about what kind of cookies we should make for Santa.

"Ev, what kind of cookies do you think Santa would like?"
"Ummm, maybe... car cookies?"
"Car cookies, eh? That's a nice idea!"
"No! No, No, No! Toy Story Cookies!"
"Toy Story Cookies? What do Toy Story Cookies look like?"
"You know, toys. Because Santa yuvs toys!"

Of course he does! Silly Mommy!

This Christmas is gonna rock!

Monday, November 19, 2007

A Few Rambling Thoughts

Sorry Kids, it's been a while. Time is racing by at warp speed, and I cannot seem to catch up with anything important. But, thought I'd stop in and say hi!

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We went to see Lowen and Navarro at Park West in Chicago again this past weekend. It pretty much rocked. They played a lot of new stuff, which was all mellow and melancholy and tear-out-your-heart beautiful. I prefer this greatly to their Hogging the Covers album, where they cover a lot of other people's songs- sorry guys, you guys are a step above most of those song writers and musicians, which is why we come to see you. And the surprise is that they'll be back in Chicago in just a few weeks. Eric Lowen has ALS, and the concert will benefit the Erick Lowen Fund- if you can make it out to St. Pat's on December 8th, you should go. You will never find more harmony than with these two guys. They can sing their way right into your soul. My only disappointment of the night was that they didn't play "Maybe Tomorrow It Will Rain"- my all time favorite grab-you-by-the-heart song. They played it a while back several years ago when we saw them at Martyr's in the city, and granted we've missed a couple of concerts due to schedule conflicts since that one show, but there is nothing like them singing that song live. Maybe they'll play it at St. Pat's if I'm lucky.

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I bought 10 reusable grocery bags in an effort to save the world. One of my husband's friends lives next door to Al Gore. Yes, Al Gore. I guess Al Gore has taken over the entire cul-de-sac with trucks, equipment, and lots of workers because he's changing his house over to geothermal energy. Humph. I guess I need to do something in addition to those reusable bags, or Al Gore wins this one.

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For those of you who don't know that I work in Animal Rescue, I do. I don't like to talk about it here, because I'm inundated with it 24/7, and this is a place to blow off steam about other parts of my life. But, could someone, anyone, just donate a million dollars or 10 acres of land to our little rescue so we can do a bit more saving? Because I was at the pound this weekend, and I got to bring one wonderful and beautiful dog out while leaving a good 10 that needed my help behind. And until we have our sanctuary built, I have to relive that each and every time I go there. And that is the hardest part of my job.

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Evan has taken to crossing his arms, stomping his feet, and literally saying "Humph!" when he has decided he doesn't want to do something in particular. And then he says, very crossly and most serious for a 3 year old, 'No. No fun for me. No bath for me. Just never more. Humph!" It's all I can do to not giggle hysterically. I know he's just testing his limits, blah, blah, blah, but where he got the crossing of his arms is beyond me. The way he juts them way up and then thumps them onto his chest to make his "Humph!" more effective, all the while with his pouty lips on... oh god, it's just way too much fun to try to get him to do it right now.

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Just a quick countdown- only 3 days left until Christmas explodes all over our house!

Saturday, November 03, 2007

What You Didn't Know

A friend of mine told me that he and his wife were having a baby, and I was so excited for him. You could see the excitement in his eyes, the sheepish pride of the fact that they were even pregnant, and all the hopes and dreams that come with your first baby on the way.

I remember all of that, though some days it seems a million years away as Evan sits here telling me that the last song we heard had drums and a guitar in it, and that a certain cartoon is "Borwing", and as he actually writes his list to Santa within the practice lines of his notepad as long as I spell the words for him. Three years and 5 months ago, we held this little bundle of hope, of love, and of happiness, and couldn't be happier. It was the best day of our lives, and still is.

Since then, I've tried very hard to not give unwanted advice to new parents. Do you remember all the "sleep now, you'll never sleep again!" sort of wisdom people thought they'd bestow on you? God, we had heaps of it. And the thing is, until you are a parent, you just don't get it. You try, don't get me wrong, but you simply don't.

Until I was a parent, I never got:

-why people would bring other food for their toddler to a restaurant chock full of food. The answer for non-parents is if you want a quiet dinner, as we do, you'll bring whatever food and other paraphanelia to keep little bubba happy while you eat. Duh.

- why mothers would just let their screaming, loud, obnoxious toddler fling and wail on the floor of whatever store I was at in the mall- I mean, seriously, could you shut that kid up? The answer for non-parents is No. No, I cannot shut that kid up. That's why he's laying there kicking and screaming until he learns to shut himself up. If I could shut him up, I would have by now.

- Why would parents call and wake us non-parents up with a Saturday phone call at 9am? I mean seriously, the whole world is sleeping still, right? Umm, yeah, all those people were right. Once you have kids, you never sleep again. Well, maybe once they get into high school. Sleep until noon while you can, suckers!

- Why would a full-grown, college-educated adult have to stoop to bribing a toddler to do anything at all? Seriously, a lollipop to get into the car? Just put the kid in the car already! Until you have tried to lodge a tantrum-throwing demon of 30 pounds into a car seat, put them in a sitting sort of position, and buckle 5 damn straps, all the while being kicked in the chest and punched in the head simply because they don't want to go to the store, you don't have a clue of what bribery is worth. Sometimes, it's worth avoiding a black eye.

- Don't you watch anything but cartoons in this house? Umm, no. You can't watch any "adult" tv with a kid awake because it's either too violent and they pay attention or it's too boring and they want your attention. You don't get to watch tv until they go to bed. And by then, you're too exhausted to watch tv.

- Don't your kids ever listen to you? Believe me, they have selective hearing by age 2. Take my toddler for a while. You'll get it soon enough.

There are so many things that I wouldn't trade for the world, including the sleepless nights, the tantrums, the walking around with a closet in your purse/diaper bag to keep the little one happy. And all the things people told me, or I didn't understand, when I was a non-parent, I smile knowingly at now when passing another parent caught in the jaws of parenthood in public. And of all the things I could tell my friend and his wife, the one thing I think I'll tell them is this:

"You'll love the ride, and you'll understand so much more once you've been there."

How about you? What didn't you get until you were a parent?

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Leaves! Leaves! Everywhere!




Boo! It's Halloween!

Halloween was pretty fun. Evan didn't want to wear his costume until a few dozen kids had come to the door. Then the "big kids" in the neighborhood came by and asked him if he wanted to go with them- how nice! Of course, I could barely get the costume over his head before he dashed out the door.

About 45 minutes and 3/4 of a pumpkin later, he was done, and we headed back to the house to check out his stash of candy and watch Charlie Brown.

All in all, it was a pretty good night, even if he only looked like this for a few houses: