I am thankful... my fabulous, relaxing girls weekend away at the beach this past weekend.
From the kitchen... spaghetti, garlic bread, and caesar salad.
I am creating... nada.
I amgoing... to take a bath when I'm done writing this post.
I am reading...Necessary Lies by Diane Chamberlain. It took me a little while to get into it, but now I'm really enjoying it.
I am hoping... that Elise gets a new double dutch teammate. One of the girls in her double dutch groups quit the team yesterday.
I am hearing... Modern Family.
Around the house... Halloween anticipation.
One of my favorite things... candy corn.
A few plans for the rest of the week... a second tournament game for Nina, flu shots for all, a jump rope performance, and Taekwondo Halloween party.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing... happiest girls on the planet right now. After a 0-10 regular season, these girls just won their first volleyball game tonight in the first round of the post-season tournament.
I am hoping... that Elise gets along well with her 3-person and 4-person double dutch groups for jump rope. They were announced last night, and she is really happy with her groups. She won't find out her pairs partner until later this month.
I am hearing... the washing machine running and Addison watching a video as part of her homework.
Around the house... I am selling stuff. So far today, I've gotten rid of a washer and dryer, and possibly a weight bench and a stroller.
One of my favorite things... crunchy peanut butter on a granny smith apple.
A few plans for the rest of the week... survive the work week, then head to the beach for my no-kids getaway!
Here is a picture thought I am sharing... this little one is very excited about her new sparring gear!
I feel like there are all these odds and ends going on that I should blog about, but my brain can't catch up. Lots of things are happening. A lot is on my mind, but between chasing sleep deprivation, my decaffeination continuing, and J.C. out of town, I don't think a coherent blog post is going to happen any time soon. Thus, the midweek brain dump.
Nina had oral surgery on Tuesday. I don't think I slept at all Sunday or Monday night in anticipation. She had two baby teeth extracted and two permanent teeth extracted. That was the easy part of the surgery. The awful part that haunted me at night was the tooth exposure she needed. I'll spare you a graphic photo of her mouth and show you this model of the procedure instead.
She now has that freaky little gold chain coming out from her gums to pull her tooth down in the right direction. It sounded barbaric and painful, but she weathered the surgery much better than anticipated. She can't eat much yet, but otherwise, she is fine. I'm still recovering.
Did you know that tea bags are good for stopping bleeding? Now you know.
Elise had her first experience with playing in pep band at a middle school football game... a fun first.
I moved to a new office building this week. It is cool, posh, and modern, but moving is never much fun. Also, my new building doesn't have a Starbuck's like my old one did. That's a problem.
I upgraded to iOS8... turns out it isn't recommended for the iPhone 4S. My phone now rivals a paperweight in its usefulness. Good times.
We went out to Noodles & Company this week. We looked at the menu, and Addison said, "I want barf." As her sisters laughed, she got angry and indignant and said, "That's what I order here. I order the barf." More giggling ensued. Finally Nina recognized Addie's error and saved the day when she said, "Addie - you like the BROTH! Not BARF!" I'll never be able to look at broth the same way again.
This is closing weekend for downhill biking at Snowshoe. Can I get an Amen?
Is age 6 when the symptoms of multiple personality disorder first manifest? If so, we may have a problem. If not, then I will just write this off as the year when I. Can. Not. Win.
A couple weeks ago, I said to Addison, "There is a board breaking clinic coming up at taekwondo. Do you want to go to it? I know you had a lot of fun at the last one." She responded, "Yes! Last time I couldn't break the board with my punch, only my kick. I kept trying to break it with my punch, and I couldn't. This time I want to break it with my punch."
Two days later, in the car, I said to her, "I got you all signed up for the board breaking clinic on Saturday!", expecting a "Thanks, mom!" or "Yea!" in response. Instead, I got a tearful, "What? I don't want to go to board breaking! Why did you sign me up? Can you unsign me up? I don't want to go!"
I chose not to "unsign her up." When Saturday rolled around, I casually said, "OK, put on your taekwondo uniform for the board breaking clinic." I had no idea whether I would get tears or cheers in return. She asked, "Am I going to class too? Or just board breaking?" I said, "Just board breaking. The class is right before it, and I figured having class and board breaking back to back might be too much." She threw up her hands and stormed off yelling, "I wanted to go to class too!!! Why am I just going to board breaking and not class too?"
Can. Not. Win. Ever. There was no way I could have played this differently and not had her mad at me at some point (or every point) along the way.
Fortunately, she had fun breaking boards and left feeling very proud of herself. She didn't try her punch again, but the forearm thing worked pretty well for her.
Not too long ago at work, a coworker of mine who hasn't known me very long asked another coworker who is a friend of mine, "How old is Ann's baby?". The friend looked at him with confusion wondering if there was some other Ann he was talking about. She said, "Ann doesn't have a baby." He said, "Oh, I overheard her say something about her baby." It suddenly dawned on her. She knows me well. She said, "OH!! Ann's "baby" (and I'm sure she very aptly used air quotes) is six. She isn't exactly a baby any more."
I beg to differ, and I present my proof here:
This is how babies sit, no? Do you know ANYBODY other than a yoga instructor or toddler who would willingly, comfortably sit like this?
Babies, toddlers, and gymnasts are the only ones with this sort of flexibiltiy and balance, and I'm quite certain she is not a gymnast. Or a yoga instructor.
Therefore, by some official mathematical corollary (we'll just call it the House of Estrogen Baby Corollary since I don't know the official name), this child is definitely still a baby. And always will be. Once she is sitting more like a tween, I'll come up with some other logic. My baby. Yes, she is.
I miss you. We've been apart for over three weeks now. My heart, my soul, my head, and my taste buds miss you terribly. The rest of my body; however, is celebrating our break. I know it must hurt your feelings when I walk into Starbuck's and order a decaf. It is hard on me too. I always appreciated and valued our relationship. In the past three weeks though, my familial tremor in my right hand has essentially gone away, and my restless leg syndrome is significantly better. I can usually watch TV in the evenings now without doing leg lifts or pacing. I can even go to sleep most nights without a hot bath to calm my legs. As much as I miss you, being able to sleep feels like a luxury. When you and I were together, going to bed was a frustrating, sometimes painful experience, and it was anything but restful. The separation is tough, but hopefully you can understand my need to stay away. We'll both adjust, right?
My biggest struggle right now is dealing with meals that just beg for a caffeinated beverage. How do people enjoy pizza, or a burger, or Mexican food without you? A margarita is certainly an acceptable option with Mexican food at dinner time, but what about a taco lunch during the work day? Water won't do. Sprite tastes awful. Enchiladas deserve a Pepsi. A burger needs a Dr. Pepper. Pizza just isn't the same without a Coke. Don't even get me started on baseball without Cheerwine. If I give up you, do I have to give up burgers, pizza, Mexican food, and baseball too? I'm not ready for that. One break-up is hard enough. I may have to resort to carrying around Crystal Light packets everywhere I go. It isn't you, and will never live up to the high standards you've set, but it might suffice for something sweet.
You've been such a faithful companion to me over the years... in a steaming mug of coffee in the mornings, in a soda to perk me up in the afternoon, and always nearby at movies, sporting events, and picnics. I miss you. Change is hard, but I have to weigh the good with the bad and find a way to move forward. You will too.
I am thinking... about the fact that I'm now the mother of a teenager! How did that happen? Elise is 13 today.
I am thankful... for a fun, relaxing vacation with both sets of grandparents.
From the kitchen... Elise's requested birthday breakfast - waffles, bacon, and sausage.
I am creating... beach trip blog posts.
I amgoing... to go buy Gigi's cupcakes for Elise's birthday dinner tonight.
I am reading... nothing right now. I need to go to the library or charge my Kindle. I finished Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple which is was such a funny, clever, charming book. I definitely recommend it. I also finished When in Doubt, Add Butter by Beth Harbison. It was not good.
I am hoping... that Elise has a happy birthday and fun birthday party this weekend.
I am hearing... Four Weddings on TV.
Around the house... vacation laundry waiting to be folded and put away.
One of my favorite things... Addie's excitement and passion for taekwondo. I haven't figured out why she likes it so much, but I love that she loves it.
A few plans for the rest of the week... art camp for Elise, gymnastics camp for Addie and Nina, lots of taekwondo, jump rope, and volleyball commitments, and birthday festivities for Elise.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing... birthday girl