Friday, June 27, 2008

Of Splinters, Crowns, and Siblings

Two funny/interesting conversations with Zander recently:

1) Thursday morning he was telling me how his friend Champe needed to get a new pair of crocs because his current pair gave him splinters. I said, "You mean blisters." Zander said, "No, splinters." We went back and forth a few times when finally I explained that you get splinters from wood, not plastic shoes. He agreed and finally said, "Blisters."

2) During our (now routine) nightly after-dinner popsicle (see this post for more on popsicles) and after sticking his fingers deep in his mouth, Zander said, "I have a crown on that tooth and it's hurting." Guess Brad has been sneaking you off to have some pretty serious dental work done that I'm not aware of.

And here's a bonus one...

Yesterday evening, Zander came up to me and put his head under my shirt. This isn't actually a new thing. He does it quite often and then we play a game of "Has anyone seen Zander?! I don't know where he went." But this time he was facing toward my belly and said right into my belly button, "I love you little brother or little sister." Pretty darn sweet if you ask me.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

S-K-E-L-E-T-O-N

We recently started having large parts of our yard treated for bamboo. (Apparently it's a multi-year process.)

The good news is that it makes the yard appear much bigger and we will eventually be able to make use of the space. The mixed news is that after bringing up the garbage can and putting it back where we usually keep it -- next to the now trimmed and treated bamboo -- Brad came in and said he found a "S-K-E-L-E-T-O-N." Good thing that he spelled it because Z had developed an oft-cited fear of monsters these days and refuses to go anywhere alone. But, that's a post for another day. Back to skeletons...

I immediately said, "Go take a picture of it for the blog," which should give you a little insight into just how I prioritize things these days.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Yummm. Popsicles.

There's not a lot of things that I don't do to excess, especially when it comes to food and pregnancy. My latest obsession is fruit popsicles.

It all started one hot afternoon when I looked around and noticed that all of the children had popsicles. What did they know that I did not? Now I'm on board. Here's a picture of the partial contents of the freezer in our garage:


It may appear excessive, but you just never know what flavor I might want and wouldn't it be a disaster if we didn't have said flavor in stock? If you add up the contents of those boxes alone, that's 84 popsicles. The most embarrassing part of the whole thing is my reasoning behind the purchase of this coconut cream version:

See, I bought these for Zander, hoping that he would love them and then stay away from the ones that I prefer. Yup, I am publicly admitting to trying to manipulate my child away from my favorite food. Alas, no luck. He tried one once, made a face, and then asked to trade for my lime popsicle. A bummer for sure, but lucky for me I have back-ups.

Let's keep our fingers crossed that I don't puke a popsicle. Once a few weeks ago, when I overdid it with the bacon-phase of pregnancy (which every nice Jewish girl goes through, I'm sure), the bacon sandwiches came back up, and it was c'est la vie bacon. I can't even look at the stuff anymore.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Notes to Self...

Must get to know neighbors to our immediate right better, re: party yesterday afternoon with pony rides, giant moon bounce, and valet parking.

Note to self #2: Figure out why valet parking might be needed for our next party.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

T-Ball

Sometimes I think we do too much.

Today, Zander has his 1st T-ball class, went swimming, and is currently at a Nationals game with Brad. (Just so you don't get the wrong idea, I attended the t-ball class and then promptly came home and took a nap.) Brad and Z went to the local rec center pool and then the Nats game.

I know you might be thinking: "First gymnastics, then soccer, now t-ball. These folks should read The Trouble with Perfect or The Over-Scheduled Child: Avoiding the Hyper-Parenting Trap." Well, I am reading the former and I do see the dangers of over-scheduling children -- believe me. That is precisely why I nap in between these events.

Seriously, Z requested this t-ball class and, overall, it went rather well. We were a bit shocked when we first showed up because -- although nowhere in the class description did it say to bring your own glove, bat, or balls -- many of the dads parents had full-fledged, top-of-the-line gear for their child. And, indeed, we were supposed to bring our own gear, it just didn't say so in the materials.

Regardless, all I have are a few blurry pictures. But I feel compelled to post them since I had the odd feeling that this was only the first of many, many times I would be watching Zander on a baseball-type field. The first is Zander running the bases before class started and the second is Z hitting the ball off of the "T" for the first time (with Coach "A.B." standing nearby). Seriously, that's his name.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Summer Break

My folks are visiting from Florida to play with Zander for the week while his preschool is closed for summer break. So far their excursions have included (to name a few):

Each night Zander has had four adults read him books and four adults sing him songs (except for the night he threw a tantrum and wouldn't take a bath or shower and instead chose to go right to bed). I'm wondering if he's thinking, "It's good to be the king."

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Trout Fishing in America

"Trout Fishing in America" is actually a folk-ish, country-ish band. It's an odd name, I know. And they have some odd songs like, "An Alien in My Nose" and "My Hair Had a Party Last Night."

We saw them on Saturday with Brad's sister's family (mentioned here and here) who live in Annapolis, MD. Afterwards, there was some kind of Pet Expo at the nearby park with a moon bounce, petting zoo, and pony rides, all free. Not bad for a day's work.

Here's one of Zander's favorite "Trout Fishing in America" songs called, "18 Wheels on a Big Rig:"


Sunday, June 15, 2008

Father's Day 2008

After sleeping in, Brad took Zander on a hike for Father's Day, while I tried to sleep a bit. What's that you say? *I* was supposed to take care of Z all day while Brad relaxed? Did I mention that he rocks as a dad and as husband/partner?

Friday, June 13, 2008

Proving them wrong

A certain somebody who shall remain nameless (BRAD) often suggests that I see things as though the glass were half empty. My friend Laura prefers to call this personality trait "logical negativism," which sounds much better than pessimist, downer, or sour puss don't you think?

Regardless, this post here is to prove them both wrong.

  • My car didn't need $1,500 worth of work, it only needed $1,250. Whoo hoo!

  • Brad's car now has air conditioning again! It did not set us back $3,000 -- only $2,000. Whoo hoo!

  • I didn't gain 20 pounds in the first trimester of this pregnancy -- I only gained 12! So what -- it doesn't matter that you're not supposed to gain any during said time period. So what I tell you.

  • I haven't thrown up since Saturday. I haven't pooped either, but who's counting?

See?

P.S. And here's one I forgot to mention earlier. Remember that camping trip where we thankfully escaped tick-free unlike most of the other families? A sigh of relief on that one since the next week Zander came home with only one little tick from school (they spend a lot of time outside in the woods). No matter if it was on his scrotum. Yes, that says scrotum. No matter at all.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Acting Silly

How else should a bona fide four-year-old act?

Monday, June 9, 2008

Advanced Maternal Age

We had a nuchal translucency screening last week, one of several options for genetic testing offered to pregnant women of advanced maternal age, such as yours truly. We are still awaiting the actual results, but the sonographer said:

- "nicely formed head;" and

- "all of the extremities are there."

For some reason, I never anticipated hearing those things in my lifetime, but both made me feel relieved (obviously) and a bit proud (as if I had something to do with it).

I've meaning to post one of the sonogram pictures, but I keep misplacing them. (Are they in the pocket of my briefcase? My purse? In the office at home?) Let's just say we have some serious "second-child-syndrome" going on already.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Om...

These are photos of Z doing yoga at school yesterday. Yes, he does yoga at his preschool.

Me, I've taken a total of one yoga class in my life, although I'm quite sure some might suggest that I need it more than your average person. The instructor in the one class I took -- which happened to be when I was eight months pregnant with Zander -- kept telling me I was breathing wrong. And you know what, I'm self-conscious enough as it is that I don't need to be worried about how I breath too.

The good news is that, according to his teacher, Zander loves yoga.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Blogworthy

Brad and I were trying to have a conversation at dinner last night and Z interrupted for one reason or another. We usually remind him to say "excuse me" or something like that, but didn't quite get the chance...

Brad: "Mommy was in the middle of a sentence."
Zander: "Right snack dab in the middle of a sentence!"

There are few things funny about this.

  • I always say "right smack dab in the middle" of this or that. So, I asked Zander, "Where did you learn that?" And he pointed right to me!

  • He said "snack" instead of "smack." But then he explained with this: "Do you know why I said "snack" instead of "smack"...because I was chewing when I said it."

Okay, so that story wasn't easy to follow and maybe you had to be there. It was topped off at the end by Brad looking at me and saying, "There's a pen right behind you," because he deemed the exchange (what we have come to call) "blogworthy."

Monday, June 2, 2008

Proof (sort of)!

I realize things have been dormant here at EveryoneIsDoinIt for a few days, but I have a good reason. A really good reason. I've been camping. Yep, I said camping. Here is a picture of the tent we slept in:


Okay, okay. Brad and Zander stayed for two nights and I only stayed for one, but still. And fine, Brad did most all of the work, but at least I showed up. (Remember this post about how camping and me usually don't mix?)

The excursion was to Mason Neck State Park and Wildlife Refuge with a bunch of other families from Zander's preschool. Here's a photo of the view from the campground -- it was literally on the Potomac:


Was talking on the phone to our friends over at 4M (who also went on the camping trip), and she said they were at seven (7) ticks and counting -- and had poison ivy and poison oak. We've escaped with just poison ivy on Brad, although the amount of imaginary ticks I've found on my body and Zander's should count for something.

And here's a photo of the wild boar that I single-handedly caught and roasted for everyone:

(That's a joke, of course. I am not John Locke.)