Friday, January 23, 2015

Bye bye baby, hello goofy-looking big kid

I went on a really super amazingly fantastic trip to DC this week that I'm dying to tell you about, but you're not getting that tonight because (A) I'm tired, and that post - with all of its attendant picture uploading and moving and such - will take a long time to put together, and (B) this:

For those who can't decipher this (which is probably everyone except me), that is a picture of W's first loose tooth. The wiggly one is the bottom left-center one (well, your left; his right). I discovered it tonight right before bedtime. He opened his mouth, and I noticed his tooth looked a little funny. Further investigation revealed an officially loose tooth. He hadn't even noticed it yet!

He was so excited when I told him. W's friends at school and daycare have been losing teeth left and right, and he's been asking about when HE was going to lose a tooth for months.

This has sent me into another "MAH BABYBEE is growing up!" spiral. I can't believe he's starting to lose his teeth! He's officially going to hit that goofy-looking kid stage within the week! He's not a BABY any more! How does time get away from me like this? He's going to be driving and growing a terrible puberty mustache before I know it! *Sob*

Now for the important questions:  what do baby teeth go for these days? What do you do with the teeth after you collect them? I think I recall getting a Susan B. Anthony dollar for the first one, and $.50 for subsequent ones. This was, of course, back in the Stone Age, and I'm not sure how inflation has affected things. I also know my mom saved our teeth, but that seems awfully gross and pointless. I mean, what does one DO with a jar or baggie full of detached teeth? Where would you keep them? But can I just throw them in the trash? That seems weird, too. Any thoughts for me?

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Mah baybee's in kindergarten, Volume I*

Ok, it's been a few months by now, but we're going to cover W's first day of kindergarten.

W goes to afternoon kindergarten, and I was an anxious wreck the whole morning of his first day. I mean, MAH BAYBEE! He's going to school! He's not old enough to go to school! I'm not old enough to have a kid in school! I'm not ready to be a PTO mom! He can't sit still long enough to make it through a half-day of class! This is going to be a disaster!

My head is loads of fun to live in.

Despite my misgivings, W was super excited to start school. We spent some time getting the obligatory first day of school photos.

Getting him to stand still to be photographed, especially when he's keyed up, is not the easiest task. By the time we got to the 400 millionth picture, W was over it.

 R wanted in on the action, too, naturally.

My babies. Despite what it looks like, W is not strangling his brother. I think he was going for the arm-around-the-shoulder pose, but didn't quite get there.

W looks like such a big boy with his giant back pack! I can't get over the fact that he's a BOY now. There's not a bit of baby left in that kid.

I took him to school that day. We were a few minutes early, so we took selfies in the car. As you do.

He picked the poses.

There are also shots of his shirt and my pants that my budding art director insisted that I take, but I'll spare you from those.

As this whole event happened months ago, I can tell you that W is doing very well in kindergarten. My worrying was for nothing. He adores his teacher and likes being there. I was extremely worried about how he was going to adjust, but he seems to have made the leap from preschooler to school kid fairly smoothly.

* Come back in a year when R starts kindergarten for Volume II. Knowing his status as poor, neglected second child, though, it'll probably be nothing more than a bullet point in a bits and blurbs post, probably without a single picture.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

101 problems

Back in the middle of 2012, I started working on my 101 things list. As I reviewed the list a couple of days ago, I realized two things. One, my end date (April 15) is rapidly approaching, and two, there are whole bunch of things on that list that are either impractical or impossible for me now.

A lot of the remaining items on my list relate to the "marital home" that I haven't lived in for almost a year now. Ten percent of things I have left are directly or indirectly related to a home improvement project that is either no longer needed or completely impossible for me to complete in a rental (painting the basement (#35), for example (no basement here), or repairing the back steps (#77) (my back steps are perfectly fine now, thank you very much)).

I've also reached the point where I'm out of time for completing some of these things. The spring semester at colleges has already started, and I'm not signed up to teach a class (#1). I've not gotten anywhere close to losing and/or keeping off the weight I wanted to lose (#2-3), and I certainly don't have six months left to maintain my imaginary weight loss.

And there are also a few things that I just have no interest in doing any more, like going refined sugar and gluten free (#44) (what in the fresh hell was I thinking with that one???).

Now I'm trying to figure out what I want to do about it. I figure I have three options: 1. change the impossible/impractical/ridiculous ones to things I could do before April, 2. write off the things related to the house and those I don't have enough time for as failures, and 3. give myself a time extension to get stuff done.

I'm leaning toward a combo of the first and last options. I can change some of the stuff to things that I want/need to do in my life as it is now (as opposed to what it was two and a half years ago), and then extend the timetable to accommodate the new stuff (possibly 10 days per unfinished item, since the challenge gives you approximately 10 days per item).

What are your thoughts? What would you do if you were in the position of inevitably failing at a self-imposed, unimportant challenge? And do you have some suggestions for new things to add to my list, if I decide to go that route? I have some ideas, but I think I'm going to have a lot of gaps to fill.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Fresh ink

I got two pretty amazing pieces of ink today.

The first was this:

The second was this:

It was a damn good day.

Monday, January 5, 2015

2015, y'all!

Hey, so it's been awhile. It happens. I have a goal of catching you up on the past, uh, five months [insert ashamed head-hanging here] over the next few weeks, but I make no promises. Until then, let's talk New Year.

First, the '14 wrap-up. For four years running now, I've chosen a word as my theme for the year. Last year is the first year that I've actually stuck with my word and followed its dictates, which actually felt pretty good. I did, indeed, "renovate the shit out of" 2014, as I so eloquently said that I would when I wrote last year's word post. My life today looks radically different than it did a year ago, which is fantastic. I'm happier. I'm a more competent and engaged parent. My social life is better (by which I mean, it exists, particularly beyond the confines of my laptop). I think my work performance has improved. I've made some real strides in advancing my career potential and beefing up my resume. And my mental health is not only stable, but is also approaching non-crazy-people levels (!!!).

My magical cardboard square.
This little piece of wisdom showed up in my Julep Maven box last January, and it resonated with me. So much so, that I stuck it in the mirror over my dresser so that I'd see it every morning. It sort of became my mantra, and, for whatever hippie/voodoo/magic reason, it seemed to work. 2014 WAS my year. Despite its difficulties and stressors and major life-changes, 2014 was a good year; one of my best ever, in fact.

Now, on to 2015. I struggled to come up with a word for this year. Things are going so well that I had a difficult time finding something that embodies a goal for the year. Heck, I'm not even sure - in the abstract - what my goal for the year IS. As I got to thinking about it, I realized that I feel like my life is generally under control, but that I need to...ramp it up a bit, I guess. (That doesn't make tons of sense, but it's the best way I've come up with to describe it. Apparently not writing for half the year has endumbened my prose.)

That brings me to 2015's word:  Impressive.
Impressive adjective \im-ˈpre-siv\ : deserving attention, admiration, or respect . . . having the power to excite attention, awe, or admiration.
I want to take the life I've made for myself over the past year and make it shinier, for lack of a better word. I've got a really good base right now, but I want everything to be a bit more polished. I want to commit myself to my work, my kids, my friends, my relationship, my writing, my body, my health, and my mind to take them up a level from regular ol' good to something deserving admiration and having the power to excite. That all sounds horribly self-centered, but it makes sense in my brain. Let's just go with it, mkay?

There you have it. Ladies and gentlemen, get ready to be impressed. The first step to being more impressive? Writing on my effing blog more often! (Let's see just how long it takes me to fail at step one...)