how universally happy ska music is. any day. any season. any words. it's like eating rainbows and sitting on a big, fat, happy pile of lemons in front of the beach with a cool breeze and perfect sunshine in the afternoon between 70 and 80 degrees. it's just about like that. every damn time. never fail.
Save Ferris, for example. And I don't even think they are a super awesome band or that this song needed to be covered. But it's still pleasing to me.
8.08.2009
8.07.2009
8.06.2009
my daily show
Each morning he pulls his socks up to his knees. Because he likes to be just like Frozone. And as he plays video games waiting for the bus to come, mama secretly tugs the socks down a little bit.
8.04.2009
more than meets the eye
I officially SUCK at playing transformers. I never get put them together quite right. I do, though, get a kick out of exploring each stage of 'boy' toys right along with my boys.
7.31.2009
true love
These are my new shoes. They make me so happy. I pretty much had to have them immediately. That doesn't happen very often for me with stuff. Just candy. And Mike.
I can't wait until fall cos they are going to look so good with these pants (gap):
I also like these below as well.
Half Cabs make me want to break dance. You?
In other news. Evan was walking around with another CD cover. Only this one I had to throw away. It was from Mike's collection: Nothing's Shocking by Jane's Addiction. It cracked me up. This is what happens when Alternative Nation breeds.
Almost as funny as Zane running out into the livingroom with Mr. Nose pulled over his shorts (novelty item- think googly eyes- newliwed gift). yeah. Time for another round of child proofing in the house.
7.30.2009
7.29.2009
there were pieces of gold in his mouth when they met
I went to the dentist last week. It's normally a place I enjoy visiting because I get rave reviews about how great my teeth look with no cavities! Not this time. Apparently, my daughter sucked all the calcium out of my body while she was growing in my tummy. I guess that's what they mean when they say she steals all the mom's beauty (plus health of her teeth).
Several cavities. One broken molar. I swear it has nothing to do with all that gravel I chew on. And one cavity so huge it might need a root canal. Uh. Isn't that what they do in hell? Root canals every hour? I needed no dental work all this time and now my report is 'looks like the mouth of a teenager that doesn't take care of his teeth'.
So there's that. The needles were in my mouth, the sawing of my face in half. And the process essentially felt like he was drilling my molar into my shoulder. I kept peeking to the side to make sure he hadn't gone clean through my jaw, out my face, and into my body.
So the broken tooth has a plastic part on it like a normal shaped tooth until the cap is made. I guess it takes 2 weeks. And they will call me when it comes in the mail. Dude. My tooth is getting mailed. Something that will be peramanently fixed into my mouth is traveling in the mail right now. That's CRAZY. And. AND. I have a plastic tooth, currently. PLASTIC. I like to grind it and pretend the top teeth bounce off of it. I want to stop strangers I pass and tell them I have a PLASTIC tooth. Really, I do. Do you have one? You want to touch it, don't you?
I'm going to miss my plastic tooth. I wonder if they will let me keep it. I can put it on a necklace or something. Paint it gold. Have it embedded into a glass knob and turn it into a fixture in our home. The front door handle. Or I can post it on Craig's list.
Truly the best part was the check-in process. I entered all this new patient info on an electronic clip board. Super cool technology and all. Normal stuff about allergies and insurance information. Until the last question.
"Do you plan to have your teeth the rest of your life?"
Um. I was so confused. Was this a trick question?
No, actually, I was hoping you could yank them all and put in some wooden ones today. Can I get some in wood? Maple, to be exact? I brought a tree from my front yard I was hoping you could use.
Who doesn't want their own teeth? When I go back I am going to drill him this time and find out.
Several cavities. One broken molar. I swear it has nothing to do with all that gravel I chew on. And one cavity so huge it might need a root canal. Uh. Isn't that what they do in hell? Root canals every hour? I needed no dental work all this time and now my report is 'looks like the mouth of a teenager that doesn't take care of his teeth'.
So there's that. The needles were in my mouth, the sawing of my face in half. And the process essentially felt like he was drilling my molar into my shoulder. I kept peeking to the side to make sure he hadn't gone clean through my jaw, out my face, and into my body.
So the broken tooth has a plastic part on it like a normal shaped tooth until the cap is made. I guess it takes 2 weeks. And they will call me when it comes in the mail. Dude. My tooth is getting mailed. Something that will be peramanently fixed into my mouth is traveling in the mail right now. That's CRAZY. And. AND. I have a plastic tooth, currently. PLASTIC. I like to grind it and pretend the top teeth bounce off of it. I want to stop strangers I pass and tell them I have a PLASTIC tooth. Really, I do. Do you have one? You want to touch it, don't you?
I'm going to miss my plastic tooth. I wonder if they will let me keep it. I can put it on a necklace or something. Paint it gold. Have it embedded into a glass knob and turn it into a fixture in our home. The front door handle. Or I can post it on Craig's list.
Truly the best part was the check-in process. I entered all this new patient info on an electronic clip board. Super cool technology and all. Normal stuff about allergies and insurance information. Until the last question.
"Do you plan to have your teeth the rest of your life?"
Um. I was so confused. Was this a trick question?
No, actually, I was hoping you could yank them all and put in some wooden ones today. Can I get some in wood? Maple, to be exact? I brought a tree from my front yard I was hoping you could use.
Who doesn't want their own teeth? When I go back I am going to drill him this time and find out.
7.28.2009
My Thoughts.
The Lunch: So....packing a kid's lunch took a lot more thought than I imagined it would. The idea brings you back to your own childhood memories, so naturally I was so excited to grab the variety pack of chips at Costco. It was the BEST when my mom sent me with Doritos. Which didn't happen often. I remember hating Capri Sun because I always poked the staw all the way through the pouch and it made a big mess and then I had no drink. I don't remember much else. Which means she probably packed healthy things.
It's a mind twist. Because you want to make it fun like you were a kid, but you're the parent now. And you realize it's your job to provide them with the opportunity to be nourished and ready to learn. So I put the variety chips box back and we got some fruit instead. And pretzels. And multi-grain bread. And juice boxes. A friend told me about the idea of packing an ice pouch! I never would have thought of that, but it's AZ and you have more food options this way. Couldn't forget the napkin with mom's note. And ps. I am totally putting a piece of candy in his lunch box every Friday. And maybe even a pony.
The Emotion: The week prior I was sick about him leaving. Mostly because it's been my job for the past 5 years to prepare him for school. And. Well. To be honest, he's not ready the way a typical child is. But I've learned another 5 years at home wouldn't make him any more ready. Or any more typical. I choked on the ways I could have done better, the things about him I know now, but did not know in his earlier years. I worried the teacher might not be patient enough. I worried he would struggle with friends, feel sad, or get angry without the right kind of guidance. Dude, I love him like crazy and I don't offer the perfect patience or proper guidance at times. How is a stranger going to do so and for so many hours of each day?
After meeting the teacher on Friday and exchanging a few emails about the daily plan plus behavior modification strategies in the class I knew he was going to the right place. I knew it was time for him to experience the school system and be part of this uniquely small and trailored class. I knew I could trust this teacher with one of the most important things I will ever let go of. My first born son.
The Club: Elementary school is this experience we have all had and we look back on (mostly) with nostalgia. As a parent, we also remember the kids that hated it and got made fun of. Holy CRAP that sucked to be those kids. Which, really? It's almost unavoidable. We all get made fun of for something (or nothing) at some point in life. Anyway- it's this parenting experience I keep hearing about. So I've officially joined the club. A right of passage. I just entered another dimension of parenthood. And in this process I just welcomed a whole host of new people into our lives. It started with Bob the bus driver. Then the teacher, and her aid. And then there is a whole network of people that are like the category B people. Such as the nurse and Maggie at the front desk I call when he is sick. Those are the sometimes people we won't really deal with much, but could be key to assisting us in a situation that's important to us.
I love teaching Zane to give an energetic hello and goodbye to Bob. Only, I need to let Bob know that my son's pretty impulsive. You see, Bob likes to chat while standing on the middle stair with his back to the steering wheel. And I'm pretty sure if he chats long enough at a stop, Zane's going to drive the bus away. Just like he did that one day with the golf cart.
And you better believe I am the hottest mom on the bus route. What with my bed head forced into a pony, wrinkled skirt pulled out of the hamper OR Mike's long and wide shorts from 1992, perfect circles of dried breastmilk remains on my shirt, curdled milk chunks on my shoulder, morning breath and pink striped socks. I love that my kids are still too young to worry about my appearance!
It's a mind twist. Because you want to make it fun like you were a kid, but you're the parent now. And you realize it's your job to provide them with the opportunity to be nourished and ready to learn. So I put the variety chips box back and we got some fruit instead. And pretzels. And multi-grain bread. And juice boxes. A friend told me about the idea of packing an ice pouch! I never would have thought of that, but it's AZ and you have more food options this way. Couldn't forget the napkin with mom's note. And ps. I am totally putting a piece of candy in his lunch box every Friday. And maybe even a pony.
The Emotion: The week prior I was sick about him leaving. Mostly because it's been my job for the past 5 years to prepare him for school. And. Well. To be honest, he's not ready the way a typical child is. But I've learned another 5 years at home wouldn't make him any more ready. Or any more typical. I choked on the ways I could have done better, the things about him I know now, but did not know in his earlier years. I worried the teacher might not be patient enough. I worried he would struggle with friends, feel sad, or get angry without the right kind of guidance. Dude, I love him like crazy and I don't offer the perfect patience or proper guidance at times. How is a stranger going to do so and for so many hours of each day?
After meeting the teacher on Friday and exchanging a few emails about the daily plan plus behavior modification strategies in the class I knew he was going to the right place. I knew it was time for him to experience the school system and be part of this uniquely small and trailored class. I knew I could trust this teacher with one of the most important things I will ever let go of. My first born son.
The Club: Elementary school is this experience we have all had and we look back on (mostly) with nostalgia. As a parent, we also remember the kids that hated it and got made fun of. Holy CRAP that sucked to be those kids. Which, really? It's almost unavoidable. We all get made fun of for something (or nothing) at some point in life. Anyway- it's this parenting experience I keep hearing about. So I've officially joined the club. A right of passage. I just entered another dimension of parenthood. And in this process I just welcomed a whole host of new people into our lives. It started with Bob the bus driver. Then the teacher, and her aid. And then there is a whole network of people that are like the category B people. Such as the nurse and Maggie at the front desk I call when he is sick. Those are the sometimes people we won't really deal with much, but could be key to assisting us in a situation that's important to us.
I love teaching Zane to give an energetic hello and goodbye to Bob. Only, I need to let Bob know that my son's pretty impulsive. You see, Bob likes to chat while standing on the middle stair with his back to the steering wheel. And I'm pretty sure if he chats long enough at a stop, Zane's going to drive the bus away. Just like he did that one day with the golf cart.
And you better believe I am the hottest mom on the bus route. What with my bed head forced into a pony, wrinkled skirt pulled out of the hamper OR Mike's long and wide shorts from 1992, perfect circles of dried breastmilk remains on my shirt, curdled milk chunks on my shoulder, morning breath and pink striped socks. I love that my kids are still too young to worry about my appearance!
First Day of K: A Photo Essay
Reported his tummy hurt. Translation: He was nervous. Video games with dad helped.
Obligatory First Day of School Photo by Door. He does have socks on, I swear.
Waiting for the bus.
BOB! The cool bus driver. A new friend to the family. Keep him safe, Bob!
Still looking nervous.
He made it! I met the bus there and walked him to class. He actually let me hold his hand. Zane, not Bob. I don't think he will let me next year. Walk him or let me hold his hand.Today is day two. Less nervous and bigger socks:
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