So it’s been weeks, maybe even a month or more since I’ve done anything with my art journals. I don’t have a dedicated space for making art, so each time I have pull everything out and put it back when I’m done. And to keep my son out of things, it has to be done after he goes to bed. And recently I’ve been working after he goes to bed, so no art time for me.
I miss it.
I read artsy blogs, especially by those who do art journals. I see cool things I want to try. I feel inspired. Yet I don’t do anything about it. I have a feeling it’ll be that way for at least the next six months or more. It is what it is.
That’s something that will still be waiting on me when I get back to it. It is patient. No judgment. No rules. And I actually look forward to getting back to it at some point. And maybe someday having an office / studio where I can leave things more accessible. Very high up on shelves, of course, but easier for me to use when inspiration strikes.
That’s such a lovely thought.
Our boy is trying to assert his independence. He’ll turn 3 in about 10 days, so it’s no surprise. He loves to have choices, so we offer him one thing or the other and let him decide. But sometimes he’s pretty insistent that he wants something even when we say no.
Especially when it comes to Go-Gurt. I don’t know if I should be happy we introduced this into our household or not. The kid really loves it. So I let him have one or two each day. But he’s constantly asking for more. And since he can open the fridge, he goes and gets one and presents it to me for approval. In fact, a few days ago he came to me, smiled the sweetest little smile, rubbed noses with me, and then produced a Go-Gurt from behind his back.
He’s a smart one, already learning how to work mama over.
Yesterday was a battle of wills. Every five minutes he was asking for a yogurt, then crying when we said no. It had been that way all day – the whining and battling. We were all getting exhausted from it. Daddy sternly told him enough was enough, and the boy came over to me, whining and putting his head in my lap. Daddy then told him he’d better turn that frown upside down and put a smile on his face. Again, sternly. The instant the word “smile” came out of hubby’s mouth, my son put on the biggest, cheesiest grin you’ve ever seen. It was immediate. I looked at him, then looked at my husband, trying hard to stifle a laugh.
Hubby’s face was turning red as he tried not to laugh. It took only seconds before we cracked up. Things went from super-serious, you-need-to-stop-whining-child to full-on tears running down our cheeks. I have never seen that child change his demeanor so quickly. It really was hilarious. By the time we finished laughing, everyone was in a better mood. And our sides were hurting. A lot.
Do you know how painful it is to make a 9-months-pregnant woman belly laugh?
Totally worth it.
tonight, but I’m running out of time and can’t tell the whole story yet. I know. I suck, huh? But I have to tell the whole thing. Let’s just say we have one funny kid.
Only one doctor appointment to go. Today’s was good. Fluid levels good. Baby heart rate good. We’re just waiting. Only 12 more days. Yikes! Guess we’d better get on that laundry so our guests don’t die when the pile topples onto them. It could happen. I’m embarrassed to have anyone over at this point. Truly.
By the way, don’t ever try to go to a coffee shop to get some work done on Veteran’s Day. Everyone else who normally works is there, too, just taking up space. Go home, people!
STILL not caught up. Treading water. There are dishes in BOTH sides of the sink. The baby seat is still lost in the jungles of our garage. I still haven’t managed to complete some web copy and I desperately need to get it done. Also? Knee deep in resumes.
The work stuff is a good thing. Really. Trying to get as much done as I can before I take time off. But I swear my days are getting shorter and I just can’t quite find the time to finish everything. Especially with a clingy, demanding 2 year old attached to my hip.
Son’s hearing test was fine, so that’s a positive. They didn’t get to test each ear individually, thanks to his aversion to ANYTHING on his head. But it appears to be within normal range so they’re ruling that out as a reason for his speech delay. He’s never had ear infections or injuries, so we were pretty sure that was the case anyway.
Next steps, more evaluations.
And to add to the misery? Next week they’re paving our lot. Which means I’m either stuck in the house all day or stuck OUT of the house all day. No in between. Joy. Whose idea was it to pave just days before Thanksgiving? I really despise our management company. So much I might even name them one of these days.
Went to Java Mama today so the kid could have some fun while I worked. It was great, except for the other boy who kept pushing everyone and giving them headlocks. I mean, hugs. And even with repeated requests for her to WATCH HER DAMN SON, the mother was too busy chatting with about 10 friends and watching her baby in a stroller. That she could have taken IN the play area so she could watch her son more closely. Which she needed to do.
I never know how to speak up in those situations without getting so angry I make no sense. I fume and bite my tongue, unsure of the appropriate thing that will let her know her son’s behavior is NOT acceptable when it causes MY SON to hit his head. I am new to these waters, since it’s usually just me & my son hanging out at home. How do you handle misbehaving kids when their own parent seems content to ignore their bad deeds?
I feel like I’m on repeat right now, saying the same old thing over and over.
Ready to get! this! kid! out!
And yet, that is my life right now. Getting a lot of Braxton Hicks today. They are ramping up. And that’s okay. Know why? I found some of the baby clothes. That’s right. We no longer have to bring him home from the hospital naked. Er, diaper only. Yes, I did a little happy dance in the garage when I found them. I don’t think that was all of them, but enough to get by for now. Even though I didn’t see the “My First Thanksgiving” onesie in there anywhere and I so wanted to have that out and ready to go. I mean, c’mon. How often do you get to use an item like that FOR BOTH SONS?
Of course, we still haven’t dug out the infant seat, so we don’t have anything to PUT HIM IN on the way home. Details. (Actually, that’s something hubby could do last minute if needed. But I’m hoping we can get to that tomorrow so it’s off the list.)
Drove the van a little more tonight. I so *love* the backup camera. Even though it feels weird to face forward instead of look over my shoulder as I’m backing out of a parking spot. It was quite helpful at Costco when some guy walked past INCHES from my bumper as I was moving my foot over to the gas pedal. So, the camera has already saved one pedestrian’s life. A stupid, clueless pedestrian that apparently doesn’t understand what backup lights mean, but still. LIFE SAVED thanks to the Odyssey.
Anyway. More appointments tomorrow and Thursday. More work deadlines. Still no full post on Tiffany & Co, but it IS COMING. Hopefully before the baby’s born. I can make NO PROMISES at this point.
I’m bumping up against several deadlines, so it’s going to be another short one. Busily writing resumes for clients, editing to complete, some web content to finish and regular work. And they’re all due early this week.
Plus there are doctor appointments for me, a hearing test for the boy, and OH, the VAN IS HERE (and it’s dark red, like the pic – squee!).
So yeah. Lots going on. I’m hoping to have more time to expound later this week. Plus, I need to write a Thanksgiving post — all about the food, baby! Maybe even with a couple of recipe standbys thrown in. I know you can’t wait!
We get to drive an Odyssey for our annual holiday trip this year. Cannot wait. It arrives tomorrow. I know I won’t want to return it when we get back! It’ll be fun to see how it does on a longer family trip. We’ll be sharing lots of photos and videos of the van in action. Let me know if you have any specific things you’d like to hear about.
FTC disclosure: No monetary compensation involved, although we are getting to drive a van from Honda’s press fleet. I have not been asked to write or say anything. In fact, the trip – which we do every year anyway – & blogging about it was my idea. I was just lucky that Honda agreed to give it a try by letting us drive the van.
I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to just take a day off to enjoy things and be with the boy.
This morning we went to Fisherman’s Landing to check out Tackle Days. Hubs was working, so we stopped by to say hello. My son loves the tackle shop and spent several minutes dragging me around and pointing out all of the cool stuff. Rods. Reels. Lures. He especially likes the swimbaits.
On our way back to the car, we stopped at this really cool fountain. It’s a recent addition to the landing area, next to Pizza Nova. The boy loves it. He stood there looking for quite a while. And splashing. He even got me a few times, which was — of course — hysterical to him. We didn’t have anywhere to be, so we just sat there for a while and played. Usually I’m rushing him off to whatever else is going on. But not today. It was Mommy & Boobah day.
I did eventually tear him away because I had to get something to eat. But after eating, we went to Target and wondered around. His favorite part? The dollar aisle. They had some wooden trains and he would have stayed there the rest of the afternoon. We did have to make our way for a nap, finally.
These are the days I want to file away for when I’m old and gray. Here’s to making more memories… soon with BOTH sons.
I haven’t done one of these posts in a while and I think it’s time. As we approach Thanksgiving, it never hurts to contemplate your blessings.
Tonight my son and I walked to the store. He helped get himself dressed, even halfway putting on one shoe. As we walked, he pointed to the stars and babbled. I’m pretty sure he was pointing out the various constellations to me. Or maybe just thinking “Ooooh, pretty!”
He helped me push the cart around the store. And even picked out the kind of string cheese and graham crackers he wanted. My favorite part? While we were in line at the cashier, he was dancing to INXS. And doing a darn fine job according to the guy in front of me, the bagger and the checker. I’m smiling just thinking about it.
We crunched leaves on our way back. Every time he stepped on a downed, dried leaf I said “CRUNCH!” and he giggled. Then we passed through the gate and the star-gazing began again.
I am amazed at how big he is. How quickly (almost) three years have gone. How independent he is. How much of a little personality he has.
And I fall more in love each time. And I am so very grateful.
I got a flu shot yesterday. Just over 24 hours later, not feeling so hot. Hubby had the same thing happen to him after his shot. He was nice enough to let me nap for a bit this afternoon, even though he’s tired from heading into work super-duper early. Thanks, honey.
Additionally, my allergies are killing me. Lots of sneezing and runny sinuses. Either that, or I have a cold. Pretty sure it’s allergies. Either way, the sinus thing ends up with me having an upset tummy. All of this? Is spinning my blood sugar out of control. Even with walking, I’m having a hard time keeping it in line. Hopefully it’ll settle down very soon.
In spite of that, had a great morning. Got to have breakfast at Tiffany. No, really! More on that later. With pictures!