For quite some time now, I have been mad at the interwebs. I would go through my blog roll and at least once a day someone somewhere on my roll would have a post saying ZOMG!!! WATCH THIS! and I couldn’t.
You see, the videos were from a site called Hulu, which is a Canadian hating company and I CANT WATCH THEM AND THAT MADE ME SAD. Then mad.
Then today I found Project Free TV. Google it. The come back and thank me Oh Canadians.
The kids are all still sick. I kept them all home on Monday, so Logan missed his sharing day which is good as he was still set on Sharing his Spider man Underwear. Parker missed his Saturday football game and his Monday practice but should be good enough for the game todaySLASHtomorrow, meaning of course, Wednesday.
I am still sick, which is a no brainer because I catch a cold in September and keep it until May.
Micah is not sick because he never gets sick and it pisses me off. I mean seriously. How can he kiss me and NOT be getting my germs? He might be a mutant or an alien or some other such non humanoid creature. I haven’t ruled that option out yet.
A new Chilies opened up in the City so I am anxiously waiting for a kid free night to go check it out. Any menu recommendations?
I’m, in a happy place right now. A good place. I like it here and plan on staying this way for quite some time. I have coffee and cookies for anyone who needs a happy place. You are more than welcome.
In other news, we got Sammi shaved becuase we could not stay a single hour ahead of her mats. She’s cute, no?
Yes. She is cute. But with the temperatures now dropping below freezing, she is also very cold. Sitting ten feet from her, I could see her shivering on the couch. We swaddled her like a baby and she has been held, and warmed just like this, most of the day.
*Also. I accidentally clicked add to dictionary on the word becuase instead of clicking the proper spelling. I dunno how to change that so expect a LOT more becuases.
I have a date.
Isn’t he handsome?!
Throughout the year, the school the boys attend does fundraisers in the form of “family dances” . The first family Dance of the school year is tomorrow (Thursday) AND Blake asked ME to go with him. I of course said yes!
Parker got a bit upset. He told me I am not allowed to date people cus I am married to Daddy, so I invited Parker and Logan to come with us to the dance to be our chaperons!
Try not to be toooooo horribly jealous of me!
So the weekend was a bust. Mainly because we actually had to get up and out of bed at sometime during the weekend, which SUCKED ASS. And then Monday came and the kids all went to school and I was at home all bored and alone and that SUCKED too. Please be forewarned that I am currently having an affair with my CAPSLOCK key. (Don’t tell my husband, he wouldn’t understand)
Logan went through a stage, when he was younger, where he was a kitty. He didn’t just meow sometimes, for about a year, 99% of his vocalization was done in meow format. (Go back and watch some of the Sunday Six videos, you’ll see what I mean) He would crawl on all fours and scratch people too. He wasn’t pretending to be a kitty, he WAS a kitty.
And great, right? parents shouldn’t stifle a kids curiosity or imagination and we let him be. In fact we meowed back at him and offered him kitty treats too!
So whatever, Logan has a hyper awesome imagination and I like that about him. The school, however, does not. See, right now, Logan is in a zombie stage. And as such, he IS a zombie. And Zombies walk with their arms outstretched and zombies can only say “Mooooan” and Zombies like to eat brains. (Please don’t tell my CAPSLOCK key I am cheating on him with the letters A, N and D!)
Today after school, my little zombie came home and I asked him what he learned. Know what he learned at Kindergarten? Go ahead and guess!
He learned that if you are bad (read : acting like a zombie) at school, you hafta move your chair close to teachers desk.
AND I learned that it’s all great and wonderful to spend five years allowing your child to be imaginative, to spend five years telling him he can be whatever the fuck he wants to be, only to send him to school so he can be shot down and told ” WE DON’T EAT BRAINS IN KINDERGARTEN”.
So. I have this cat. her name is Tigger and sometimes, Like when all the kids are at school and I am home, alone, bored and lonely, I get worried that she feels left out. She dislikes the dogs very much and as a result spends a lot of time downstairs hiding. (the dogs are not allowed downstairs).
I made Tigger come upstairs today. For some quality time. So she could feel loved.
LOVED
I think you can see for yourself that Tigger loved our Mommy Kitty time. And also that I should get out more. Possibly.
Have I ever told you that I hate coming up with titles for posts? I think it is because I start with the title and go from there, and then on nights when I don’t have a clear path in mind, I can’t seem to take the first step.
Whatever, lets carry on, shall we?
Today the boys and I were walking home from school. Logan got upset that I had come to the school because he wanted to walk home. Not a big problem, really, seeing as I had walked to the school myself. Not a step had been taken past the time I told him that there was no car ride lurking when he started crying that it was hot, and that his feet hurt and that he wasn’t able to walk anymore. He wanted a ride and blah blah blah WHINE.
Kind of cheezed me off.
Then I suddenly remembered Blake in his first few months of Kindergarten. it was like a picture, or a video started playing in my head. So clear, like it was happening right then. Blake was a tired whiny bitch until after January, it was the stress of going all day, having all that structure, I know, but still, those were difficult months. And when Logan walked along side me crying about the heat and how he needed a drink of water, I remembered how Blake had sat so big and tall in his chair the first day of Kindergarten, how he posed by his cubby for his picture, how he would bring home not yet dried bits of paper and paste for me to hang. I remember his shirt being soaking wet because the drinking fountain got the best of him. I remembered kindergarten.
Anyway, the point is, as soon as I remembered how Blake was in Kindergarten, I was no longer upset with Logan and his attempt at the world record for most annoying five year old.
The reason?
I don’t remember Blake.
I have clear, crystal clear memories of Parker as an infant, as a toddler, as a three, four, five year old. I remember every.little.thing about that child. His first word (hi) his first steps (nine months, 26 days) His first tooth (six month eight days). I remember the outfit he wore the day he learned to belly crawl and got stuck under the couch. I remember things he told me when he was two and when looking at pictures of him, I can instantly recal what was happening around us when it was taken.
And I remember Logan just the same. I remember the first words he ever heard me say (Wow, He’s UGLY) I remembered when he learned to walk (ten months 11 days) I remember his first trip to the hospital (RSV), I remember everything about him.
But I don’t remember Blake.
I don’t remember what he looked like as an infant, and when looking at pictures of that time, nothing looks familiar, not even the baby. I don’t remember when he crawled or walked (I think he walked close to his first birthday.) I don’t remember cute things he did or said, I cannot picture him as a toddler, and when ever I try to think of him from age one to three all I can remember is that he screamed. And screamed. And SCREAMED. And then he had surgery. And he was better.
After the age of three, I can remember little things about him, not much. Snippets, here and there.I remember he loved the kittens and would carry them around all day (Tigger still loves him best). He is seven now, and I can recall with pretty good clarity age five and six, three and four are dim, but still there, but year one and two are just GONE.
And that’s why, when Logan decided to act like an asshole on the way home today, I almost kissed him, because today, he gave me back a memory, and when you have so few memories of something, each and every one of them are a precious treasure.
