Sunday, April 26, 2009

on the move

Even though there is internet access at the hotel, I don't know how much time I'm going to have to blog, so I'm putting my twitter feed in the middle panel above the entries, because Twittering takes less time and I can do it from my cell phone. Until we get to Japan and my phone doesn't work anymore.

Moving really IS like having a baby. I've written about this before, but I just have to add: when the time comes, it doesn't matter whether you feel ready or not, when it's time, it's time. All you can do is step back and let it happen. (Assuming that the movers are the ones packing up the boxes, as is the case with military moves, THANK GOD.)

Well anyway, since I'm stuck in the hotel with the kids for the morning, I'm going to take advantage of the free internet to get caught up on my Shutterfly albums (haven't shared an album with the family in a month or so). Maybe I'll even get around to writing about the coral reef cake sometime soon.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

it's a very polite rooster

Jack actually slept in this morning - which means that he slept until about 7. Brandon was up at 6, which is earlier than he usually wakes up, so I stayed in bed and let him play in his room. By 6:30, though, he was ready to get up and start his day. Normally, he would call out "Moooooooommy, where aaaaaaaare you?" - but not today.

Today, he made rooster noises.

So I was awakened from a gentle snooze by a continuously repeated "HOW DO-A DOOOOOOOOO! HOW DO-A DOOOOOOO!"

And Jack just kept right on sleeping. Lucky little bear. Keeps me up all night and then sleeps in while I have to get up with his brother. Kids today, harumph.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

here's something random

I ordered this:

And this:


Because I can't just get my free iPhone and then leave it black - I had to get SOMETHING to make it a little different. (And to keep it from getting scratched up, because let's face it, this is ME.) And I can't just use plain white earphones with it, or - God forbid - the pink w/flowers headphones (goes with my iPod cover) or lavender "marshmallow" earphones (matches my Shuffle) that I already have. I had to get earphones that COORDINATE. Because honestly, what's the point otherwise?

LOL. I'm ridiculous. But seriously, half of the things I see in clothing stores that I really like, I pick up and realize, I can't pull this off anymore. I'm too old for this, I'm somebody's mom, I'm not 22 anymore. But brightly colored Apple electronics and matching earphones? I can rock that, without looking too ridiculous.

(My pink custom headphones and teal custom earphones are both from ifrogz.com. Check them out, the options are almost mind-boggling; you can even get FUR now, no kidding. I'm also a huge fan of the "Tadpole" iPod cover for kids - Brandon has an orange one and I just ordered a red one for Jackson; not because he has an iPod, but because he loves to chew on Brandon's, and I'd rather he chew on his own empty one than ruin an iPod! ETA: And I'm sure he'll be watching Blues Clues on MY iPod for the entire flight to Japan.)

Well. I'm weeks behind on the all-of-our-stuff inventory, so I should get on that while Brandon is in quiet time...

Monday, April 13, 2009

coral reef cake, part one

I want to write about this cake. I want to tell you all about it. I really, really do. But I am so stupid busy that, for now, this will have to do:


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Saturday, April 11, 2009

the birthday boy woke me up at 5am again today

Jackson is one year old today. I could write a lot of cliches about how he lights up my life and I can't remember what our lives were like before him, and it would all be true, but it would still be cliches. I could write about how much of his first year was lost in a haze of anxiety attacks and undiagnosed PPD. But that's just too unhappy for my post on my baby's first birthday.

No, I'm going to write about Jackson himself. How he is an unabashedly emotional child. This means that he will scream, and rage, and throw downright violent tantrums (and he is SO STRONG that it really HURTS when he hits you!); but it also means that he has an amazing capacity for joy and love. He has the brightest smile and the sweetest chuckle of a laugh. He is wildly affectionate and gives big, sloppy open-mouthed kisses to me, to Daddy, to big brother, to his toys, to the bathtub...anything that makes him happy.

When I was researching double strollers, I came across several mentions of how a side-by-side stroller is better than the "stadium seating" kind, because the kids can see each other, and interact; and sometimes, if you're really lucky and they're in just the right mood, they might hold hands. My kids? Regularly - regularly - lean over the center divider and rest their heads on each other's laps. Brandon delights in tickling Jackie Bear because his laugh is just so infectious. And when he looks at you with that sweet, all-consuming, all-trusting baby love in his eyes, it's enough to make you turn to absolute jelly.

And that's my little boy. My enormous little boy (the size of a 2-year-old, with thighs bigger than his brother's), who loves to play the drums, poke things with sticks, and eat things in stick form (ex, bananas and cheese sticks); started walking the day he turned 8 months and is already trying to jump and walk up the stairs; does the "baby booty shake"; loves all Blue's Clues but prefers Joe to Steve; eats paper; simply adores going in the water at the beach; who came into this world purple and with the cord wrapped around his neck twice, and weighed a tenth of an ounce shy of nine and a half pounds, because he pooped all over me before they could weigh him. By some definitions, he's already been a toddler for four months; by all accounts he is one today.

I know that he has no idea what's in store for him come May 1st; none of us really do. But I know that he'll be okay, because he is such an exceptionally loving, and loved little boy. Like I always tell my kids: "We're all we've got, and we're all we need."

Happy Birthday, Jackson Dylan!

I am careful about people I don't know seeing pictures of my kids; but I kept this one video public on Flickr because it has gained some popularity among Music Together teachers as an amazing and perfect example of the "Moment of Discovery". So here's my little rockstar, at just shy of 3 months old:

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

blah blah moving blah blah party

  • I am boring lately. I am sorry.
  • We made it through the first major deadline: bulk trash pickup day. There's essentially a furniture store in my front yard. Somebody came by and took the dressers, nightstands and bookcase last night (the night before bulk trash pickup is prime time for trash picking!), and somebody took the grill and half of the cube dresser a little while ago, but the rest of it is still out there. The couch has been replaced in our living room by two beach chairs, and the bedroom looks like a tornado hit it - clothes everywhere, since there's nowhere to put them away - but it feels good to have gotten it all out on the lawn in time. Funny story, the power went out last night and we carried some the larger pieces down the stairs by candlelight before it came back on. Good one, God.
  • Jack's party is on Saturday and I feel woefully underprepared for it. I haven't even found cups yet. Cups, people! Kind of important. Oy.
  • Invited 45 people. Have heard from 21, one way or another. I can't really blame the people who haven't responded, because knowledge about how to respond to invitations is almost entirely absent from our culture; but there's a big difference between hamburgers and chicken sandwiches for 18 and hamburgers and chicken sandwiches for 41: the difference between making some food, and making more than twice as much food. So in the interest of educating the public: "Regrets Only" means that if they don't hear from you, they'll assume you're coming. "RSVP", however, stands for "Respondez, S'il Vous Plait", which is French for "Please Respond". In other words: one way or the other, they want to hear from you. If you're coming, tell them. If you're not coming, tell them. If you receive an invitation that says "RSVP" on it, you are obligated to respond. Some people only respond if they're coming; some people only respond if they're not - so if you don't respond, there's no way for the person who invited you to know what you mean by it. Can we do a "The More You Know" commercial about this or something? Society starts to break down when we aren't all operating under the same rules. I'm not angry, really. Just exasperated and confused as to how much food to buy.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

no time for anything other than bullets nowadays

  • They didn't give me touch-up paint, at least not right away; they insisted that somebody had to come out and do the painting for us. But the guy did give me some paint when he was here this morning. He said I did a pretty good job of patching up the holes from the TV. If you look at the wall from the right angle (like from the top of the stairs) you can see where the texture doesn't quite match up, but I've definitely seen worse.
  • Apparently we've been living here long enough that the house is due for a full repainting after we leave, so supposedly we don't really have to worry about the smaller holes from hanging pictures, etc. I don't think we're going to take any chances, though.
  • Written on the calendar this Sunday was "start using up pantry items". I've had a fudge kit in the pantry since Christmas (you know, condensed milk, marshmallows, chocolate chips, sugar - just add butter) and I finally made it last night. Just following the schedule, you know. Yummy.
  • I ordered two two-packs of the Sprout Spout. I already have the Gerber sippy tops for water bottles, and they work quite well, but what I really need is ones that fit the wide-mouth juice bottles. (Now, YES, I know that plastic water bottles are ridiculously wasteful; I bought these to carry with me for emergency situations, not to mention how much easier they will make things when we fly. No empty sippies to carry and I don't have to worry about potentially spilling juice or water all over myself while filling a sippy cup at the outset of an 8.5 hour flight!*) I saw a 3-pack at Toys R Us that has two for water bottles and one for juice bottles, but I don't need any more water bottle ones and I didn't want to pay $7.99 just to get the one I needed! So I found it online and ordered from the manufacturer. I especially appreciate that they charged me common-sense shipping charges - $3.50 for USPS. I can't even begin to tell you how many websites would have charged me $20+ to ship me stuff that would fit in a 5x7 envelope.
    *I will still have to bring sippies for the milk, which I generally acquire from a coffee shop. Wish me luck on that one, I've had issues with it in the past.
  • Speaking of ordering stuff, I ordered a book from Shutterfly, like ages ago and it still hasn't gotten here. I was starting to get pretty nervous about it so I wrote to ask for help tracking it (it was transferred from UPS to USPS a week and a half ago and so tracking information is no longer available) and they told me that since it's been more than 10 days since they shipped it, it's considered "Lost in the Mail" and they overnighted me a new one. So if the other one DOES get here - before we move - then we'll have two copies. Which would actually be kind of cool, since it's a picture/story book called "Brandon and Jackson Were Born in Hawaii", with pictures of the house and all of the places we like to go, so that the boys can remember their first home. It would be kind of neat to have two copies.
    There is a point to this. I may despise Shutterfly's new website, but their customer service is exceptional as always. This is actually the second problem I had with the same order - 2 8x10's (free with purchase of the photo book) arrived completely trashed. Both problems were caused by the Post Office and both times, Shutterfly promtly sent out a replacement. I guess that's why I've been with them for 7 years. (I am ridiculously loyal. Or just a slave to habit.)
  • My check card expires at midnight tonight. Which of course means that they SHOULD have sent me a new one like a month ago. I can't remember ever having gotten one, but figured I must have lost it - because that's totally something I'd do. So I called to ask them to send me another one, and here's the thing: they sent it on the 24th. Of March. So, a week ago. And then the guy told me that it usually takes 7-10 days to arrive. My response: "So...is it generally the policy to leave your customers without a valid check card for up to 3 days?" In the background, Brian was saying, "Aha, you've got one of them thinking women here!" So I'm basically just stuck waiting for the card to arrive. I had to do a lot of shopping today, since tomorrow, I won't be able to. Because, you see, I needed those beads.
  • I bought beads because I recently bought a really nice top to wear to an event this summer. (This one, but in grey - I actually wanted the indigo color pictured, but they didn't have it in my size.) Really nice, that is, except for the extremely tacky, huge plastic rhinestones on the collar. Of course I cut them off, but the top looks too plain now. So I bought nice beads to embellish it myself. And then I bought some beads to make some earrings...and managed to talk myself out of the really pretty huge glass beads that were my favorite colors, for $18...but just barely. Bead shops are dangerous, yo.