09.07.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:55 pm by Anne
Lily let me know that the teachers at school would prefer her to wear non-laceup shoes. I guess they don’t like me double-knotting her present skater sneakers, for whatever reason but okay. Since we were in the area today after a nightmarish lunch(long story short: Piper was way past her naptime and spiralling downward ), we ran in to try some on. I envisioned her choosing a nice pair of Sketchers but after testing them out she turned her little nose up. Imagine my disappointment when she happened on these clunky numbers and picked them out instead. Lily has the HM lunchbox, the HM backpack, an HM t-shirt, HM underwear…and now, she is the proud owner of Hannah Montana velcro sneakers.
(gag)
I almost said, “Hon…the other kids are going to make fun of these ‘baby’ shoes.” But I didn’t. Maybe everyone else will think they are as awesome as she does. I don’t know. It’s important to let her make these kind of decisions, right? RIGHT?
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09.06.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 10:07 am by Anne
It sucks when you think something is wrong with your email program,
since you haven’t been receiving anything for a few hours.
Then you learn that no, in fact, no one has sent you anything.
wahhhhh.
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Posted in Uncategorized at 9:13 am by Anne
A small, enamel painted fish
With green scales,
found me in Chinatown
And I took it home,
Where it flipped and glinted, spinning
On the cord around my neck.
My father smiled when he saw it
So I gave my charm
To the bigger fish who
Kept it in his front pocket.
Bumping against spare coins and peppermints
During the day, at night it
Slept on the counter.
Then one sad and strange moment he left us,
And the little fish was nowhere
To be found,
(Did he take it with him?)
But at the last goodbye,
I dropped a new one
Into his large, cold hand.
It was blue.
My favorite color.
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09.04.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:08 pm by Anne
Emma went to the dermatologist’s office with me today. After a 15 minute agonizing wait in the entry (Emma had methodically gone through all four of the junior highlights magazines and was getting ready to bore both of us with the Big Print Reader’s Digest) we were called back. I was there to get two moles burned off my back and a cyst taken off my temple. While Emma sat in a highbacked chair, I laid on my stomach and the Dr. went to work. He injected a local anaesthetic into each spot, which felt like miniscule, very sharp, shards of ice going into the skin. Next he started burning my tissue. You know that smell of burning flesh, right? Well, It’s pretty unsettling when it is your own flesh that is on fire. At one point I felt water spray out on my back and decided one of the moles must have popped like an overwhelmed zit.
Bandaids and ointment were put over the spots and I was free to go. “Why was there blood on your back MaMa?” “Why do you have a bandaid on your face?” “I have to go to the bathroom.” “Do birds poop in their nests?” Emma, like her big sister, is a curious girl.
Did you see me driving home? I was the super-dork with a small, circular, would-be flesh-toned bandaid on my temple. It is impossible to feel cool with one of those on your head but I managed. Cool ran out years ago.
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08.28.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:02 pm by Anne
dewy
Originally uploaded by Dux
Early this week I notated my calender with upcoming events and those involving Shan, I emailed to him. A very sweet one, “Donut’s with Dad” was today from 7 AM to 8AM at the elementary school.
I thought, “Great! Lily and Shan will both love this!”
They both woke up early and I ushered them out of the house so that they wouldn’t be late. Within about five minutes, the telephone rang. It was Shan.
Me: Did you forget something?
Him: A guy here told me the donut thing wasn’t until next month.
Me: (frantically shuffling papers) Oh. Man. I’m sorry hon, I don’t know what I was thinking when I put it on my calender.
Him: So what time does Lily really need to be at school?
Me: I get her there by 8:30.
Him: Ok. I can handle it.
When he rolled back home at 8:45, I learned that despite my early morning miscalculation, they had made lemonade with it. Shan took Lily to get pastries at a nearby bakery and they shared a breakfast in front of the gymnasium together before school.
Little things like that. They rock.
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08.26.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:55 pm by Anne
daturaswirl
Originally uploaded by Dux
I had no idea how much more time I would seem to have with this ‘kid in kindergarten’ gig. Right now Emma and Piper are both napping and I don’t know what to do. Clean the fridge? Organize the pantry? Plan another nourishing and creatively delicious supper? Screw around with flower pictures? I think we all know the answer to that.
Emma is wearing me out with the lies she has been telling. this began about three months ago and I realize that telling lies is a stage of growing up but the lies I hear, every day, sometimes as a joke (which is NOT FUNNY AT ALL btw) moreoften as a means to evade punishment is extrememly tiring.
“No,honey. You have not ‘pulled one over on me’ and furthermore, THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!”
How have you gotten past this stage, ya’ll? As I recall, Lily had a very brief journey to the land of lie. She is the easy child. Apparently you only get one.
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08.25.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:50 pm by Anne
bee in datura
Originally uploaded by Dux
I got up after having a terrible dream in which I had tried to pop a yellowing pustule on my forearm. Sure enough, as I popped the carbuncle, the entire arm vein flew out of the hole where it slid onto the floor spraying blood everywhere, in sickening heart beat pulses.
Figure that one out, Freud.
The hardest part about this morning was finding a place to park at the shool. I ducked into a street lined with houses and with signs admonishing me not to park there and parked anyway. (Note to self: investigate more acceptable places before tomorrow.)
This is the first and last day we are to walk the child to class directly and I can understand why..the halls were glutted with parents. My gracious, I don’t remember my parents ever walking me to class on the first day of school, although they must have in those early years. It is such a strange feeling, walking amidst all these other people who are leaving their kids at this towering edifice too. Into the fold she went and I am picking her up in a few whort hours. Emma couldn’t be happier, she misses her big sister.
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08.24.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:54 pm by Anne
We are kissing it goodbye. Well, Lily is since her first day of kindergarten is tomorrow. Piper and Emma have two more weeks until their respective preschools start (WTF?!) and we will all be escorting Lily tomorrow morning.
Meanwhile I am fretting. I am so anxious I don’t even know wherere to begin. Should I plan her lunch now? Get her clothing ready? What time does she need to wake up in the morning? Do I join the PTA right away? When will she be assigned a unique pin number so that I can add money to her lunch account online? Is carpool going to be a total pain in the ass? And most importantly, How do I get the teacher to like me?
I feel almost completely incapacitated.
Serenity now….serenity now…serenity now…
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08.19.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 9:18 pm by Anne
You know…The Flight of the Conchords. To admit they are hilarious would not do them justice. They are brilliant and creative and wonderful. The very first video I saw of them was on Youtube and it was then that I knew I would always love them.
That is, up until tonight, as we were getting into the car to drive to supper…and my oldest daughter started singing, “…And if you roll like us, you won’t get laid.” (see above video)and immmediately sequed into a Hannah Montana song. Does it matter that she doesn’t know what she sang? Of course it does.
Shannon looked back at me in the rearview mirror. “What did she just say?”
sigh. So no more FotC while the kiddies are listening. Which is sad too since Lily’s all time favorite youtube video is Foux Da Fa Fa. Although that one really doesn’t have any ‘inappropriate for kid’ moments.
Does it?
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08.14.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:07 pm by Anne
I don’t have what you call a ‘complicated’ relationship with my Mom. I make her mad and she makes me crazy. For example:
This afternoon, after lunch, we were sitting in the living room together, watching Emma as she played with 5 different dolls simultaneously. It was pretty damn cute. I find it interesting that she is such a doll player while her older sister really couldn’t care less.
After a few minutes…
Mom: Anne. (a very serious tone in her voice)
Me: Uh-huh?
Mom: Why don’t you grow your hair long?
Me: (stunned silence)
Mom: (continuing) All three of your girls have beautiful long hair. Why don’t you grow your out too?
Me: Well. Because I like shorter hair on me. Are you suggesting that I do something just because everyone else is?
Mom: Yes.
Me: (incredulous and pretty pissed off by now) Are you kidding me?
Mom: It is odd that you don’t have long hair, that’s all I am saying.
This from the woman who has NEVER had long hair since I’ve known her. Well, except for maybe when I was an infant but that doesn’t count. People. For the record, I’ve had long hair before. Up until Lily was born…then I just went shorter. Who the hell cares? I like it. I don’t have to mess with it for very long. Sheesh!
And I just have to add in here, that when I was in first grade, My Mom cut my hair so short that people made fun of me. As in “Hey! Boys aren’t allowed in the girl’s bathroom!” It was mortifying. And it wasn’t until I was in middle school that she let me grow my hair out long enough to put into a ponytail. I mean, please, woman!
so no. I will not be growing my hair out anytime soon. And now it will only be because my own mother wants me to. See? I am still very childish. Eh.
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