Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday, Monday

We had a lovely low key weekend - Matt returned from a 5 day business trip (!), which we survived without any ER visits, all family meals involved fresh produce, which is my new minimalistic parenting goal, and I binge watched Orange is the New Black while folding 354 loads of laundry.  I am happy to have neither committed any felonies, nor to have grown up in foster care.  Perspective, yo.


Other things that are making me happy:

  • I ran 2.5 miles on Friday & another 2 this morning.
  • It finally cooled off, making my morning runs less sauna-like, and more crisp fall, damn-I'm-glad-to-be-alive-like. 
  • That self congratulatory feeling I get when I get my ass out of bed and go running before work. 
  • The Boy and his friend finally tired of Minecraft during Saturday's sleepover… and pulled out a chess set.
  • Bedtime stories and sibling pix.


Things I'm not loving, just to keep it real:

  • That I haven't had the cash to chip in (yet) to the 6 fundraisers for people I actually know & like.  Real people, real friends, not random faceless organizations.  
  • Nor have I bought that shower gift, my brother's birthday/graduation gift, or sent flowers to the 5 people to whom I should send flowers.  
  • That after Friday's whopping 2.5 miles I spent all weekend hobbling around, cursing my feet & middle age.
  • The aforementioned ass.  

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Conversations with my Children, Part III

The Girl, first thing in the morning, signing "cracker."
Me:  "No, sweetie, you can't have crackers for breakfast.  How about cereal?"
The girl grabbing her iPad, emphatically pounds, "[WOMAN!] I WANT CRACKERS!"
Just in case I'd misunderstood her.
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The Girl, voluntarily (!) turning off Princess Sofia to switch to Proloquo:  "Snack, I want please."
Me:  "What kind of snack do you want?"
The girl:  "Yogurt, please."
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The Girl, signing, "Goodnight, Mommy.  Bye-bye."
Me, surprised at the abbreviated process & picking her iPad to recharge it, "Goodnight, sweetheart."
The Girl starts crying, having realized there would be no midnight showing of Frozen:
"Noooooo!  More book, please?  Snuggle?  Lights out!"
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 The Girl, upon hearing we were having (coffee) cake for breakfast, "Candles?"
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The Girl, during a thunderstorm, signing:  "Outside? Bikes?"
Me:  "No, it's raining outside."
She grinned and returned a moment later with her rain boots on. 
"Outside? Bikes?"
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This is a terrible picture, but she drew out the "Little monkeys jumping on the bed" song and was able to explain it to her para (who kindly provided captions).  
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Back in May, at the end-of-kindy IEP, The Girl's school peeps formally announced the goal of communicating her wants and needs through multiple modes across a variety of settings 20x/day over 3 consecutive dates had been met eons ago and needed to be updated.  This may or may not have been followed by a wry look, a chuckle, an eye roll, and a comment about how very glad they are that she was at their school.  Oh, yes.  Yes, indeed.  That goal was a carry over from her preschool.  The school where her principal wondered if she had anything to say. 

Did I mention we were never, ever moving?