Graduation and Mother’s Day

Yesterday we attended my baby brother’s college graduation – which really makes me feel old! It was a lovely ceremony, with a brass quintet and bagpipes…though perhaps a smidge long!

Carrie tried to make it through the whole ceremony, but wound up falling asleep about 5 minutes before Michael walked across the stage. It’s been a long time since she fell asleep anywhere but her bed, and I’m ashamed to admit how much I enjoyed the warm weight of her head on my shoulder.

We went to another slightly less than kid-friendly restaurant for dinner, and I think Carrie had finally used up all of her exceptionally good behavior for the weekend. But after a major meltdown that required a trip to the ladies room for a change of scenery, she managed to come back to the table just in time for dessert – and then ate an entire slice of spumoni. I sort of expected her head to start spinning around like the kid in The Exorcist between the sugar and the lack of a proper nap.

Luckily for me, she instead slept for the entire 3 1/2 hour ride home, and continued sleeping in her bed all the way until a reasonable hour this morning. Happy Mother’s Day to me!

Zoe-oak

We went to a very fancy restaurant for dinner tonight. Considering how long the meal was, and the distinct lack of grilled cheese or mac & cheese on the menu – oh, and cups of milk with straws! – Carrie did fantastically. After the salads and before the entree, the waitress brought out small dishes of orange sorbet. Carrie pronounced it “DELICIOUS!!!” When we asked her what it was, she thought for a bit and said “zoe-oak”. I asked her what “zoe-oak” means, and she said “it’s the Spanish word of the day!”

Do you think she watches too much Sesame Street?

Knitting Math Problem

OK. You’re going to be gone for 36 hours. About 4 of those hours are going to be daylight driving time, another 4 are nighttime driving, and some 2-4 hours will be spent in a hotel room with a (hopefully) sleeping child.

You have three current projects on the needles.

So, you should:
a) pack just one or two projects – there’s really not that many hours to knit.
b) pack all three projects, because yarn is small and squishy and doesn’t take too much room.
c) pack all three projects, and for good measure take a project that hasn’t even been cast on, just in case.
d) pack all three projects, an extra project, and think about finding a yarn shop while you’re gone.

I should be worrying about packing clothes and diapers rather than knitting, so I guess I’ll go with option c.

Bow to Your Bottom

Carrie loves Little Einsteins. But before her complete obsession with them, she would alternate between watching Blue’s Clues and The Wiggles. The Wiggles, while completely and utterly annoying to watch, have some great songs, and the concept – having children get up and dance and sing along as long as they’re going to be watching TV – is hard to argue with.

So lately, she’s been singing “Rock-A-Bye Your Bear”. Except, she hasn’t quite figured out the right lyrics. She sings:
Everybody clap (clap, clap, clap)
Everybody sing, la la la la la
Bow to your bottom* (at this point she bends way over, puts her hands on the floor and touches her head to the ground)
Then you turn around, yippee!
Hands in the air, rock-a-bye your bear,
Ant’s now asleep*, shh shh shh

Denis and I almost passed out from laughing last night, as she sang this over and over while we were trying to get her ready for bed. Most. Hysterical. Misheard lyrics. EVER.

* “Bow to your bottom” is supposed to be “bow to your partner“, and “ant’s now asleep” is supposed to be “bear’s now asleep” – for those of you who do not have a Wiggles-obsessed toddler in your life.

Almost Done…

  • The walls are painted.
  • The floor is in.
  • The trim is installed.
  • The furniture is back in place.
  • The bed is made.

It really is lovely. If it weren’t so dark out right now I could take pictures and show you, but as Denis pointed out it’s a lot darker in there than it used to be. (That’s kind of inevitable when you go from white walls to, well, anything not white.)

Now I just need to put the finishing touches in – like finding all of the stuff that was on the dressers and the walls (well, maybe there will be less stuff on the dressers and more stuff on the walls). And a couple of throw rugs might go a long way towards getting rid of the echo…echo…echo that the new wood floor has created. We still have to put in a closet organizer, and at some point this summer the sagging bathroom wallpaper will be replaced with paint, but at this point I’m just thrilled that we’re back in our own room!

Silly Squirrels!

Carrie and I took advantage of the really nice weather last weekend and put some annuals in the flower boxes on the front steps. Every time I walk outside I find that at least two or three plants are laying half out of the box, roots exposed, flowery faces looking at me pleading for help.

The idiot squirrels are digging them up. Not to eat them – which I could understand and almost forgive – no, they’re digging them up because they think there are still nuts buried in the boxes. I poked through all the dirt pretty carefully before putting the flowers in, and there were no nuts in there.

I feel like putting out a huge pile of nuts on the sidewalk with a little note begging the squirrels just to eat those and leave my poor flowers alone. As it is, I think a few of them are not going to survive this experience…the flowers, that is. I’m sure the squirrels will be fine. Hungry, because there are no nuts in the flower boxes, but fine.

Duck! Flying Time!

Is it really May already? I’m in denial. Because if it’s already May 3rd, which is what my computer insists that it is, then time is moving faster than I thought it was. (Seriously, wasn’t Christmas just yesterday?!?) If our perception of time moves faster and faster as we get older I’m not going to able to blink soon or I’ll miss an entire year.

Maybe now that all the busyness is over things will settle down to a more normal pace? Although with a couple of weekend trips coming up, maybe not…