Thursday, May 27, 2010

So much to blog about...so little time.

Sigh. So much to blog about, so little time. We're in this stage of life where I feel like it will be forever before I can actually, ever relax again. But that's a post for another day.

Where was I? Right -- so much to blog about. Like for example, Zander and his old friend Elizabeth reuniting for their umpteenth Milkshake concert:

Here they are in 2007 at their first Milkshake concert together:

Or, I could do a post about Cassandra's first experience with ketchup and how now we can't even say the word "ketchup" much less put the bottle on the table without an endless amount of moaning and pointing until we squirt some for her to try to pick up with her fingers. We keep saying (and showing), "Ketchup is for dipping Cassandra," not to wear.

Or, I could talk about how we were spoiled by professional family photos by Jessica of Portrait Playtime and instead we now get these awkward, standard school photos:

(Photos that arrive -- mind you -- smashed in a backpack and surrounded by sticks, random drawings, and leftover lunch.)

Or I could post about how Brad's 'best man' and his wife came to visit from the big apple for a few short, special days. (He's a gallery owner and she teaches violin and plays on Broadway -- doesn't get much more New York City than that.) Their daughter is exactly one month older than Cassandra and they're the kind of people who, even though we rarely see them, feel like family. And look -- naked babies trying to hug each other:

Yeah, there's lots to blog about. Just not enough time! Life is full and that's a good thing. Just keep reminding me.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Sword fighting and Sack Races

Last weekend, Zander and Brad took one of our semi-annual trips to Claude Moore Colonial Farm's Market Fair (mentioned previously here and here) while I was home with a napping Cassandra. This might sound like I got the raw end of the deal, but I was napping too.

Anyway, this trip Brad caught some photos that really give a flavor of the event.

The sword fighting demonstration (Note: that is Zander sitting in the front row with the red baseball cap):

Bobbing for apples:

On an old-fashioned see-saw:

Some random geese:

A short video of a quick sack race, which oddly, Zander won:

video

And finally, we could no longer avoid letting Zander using his own money to by a pop gun. It looks like this one. He pretty much hasn't put it down since. Call us crazy, but it's the first of this type of play weapon that we have had in the house (other than the occasional water gun, which we naively tried to refer to as a water "shooters").

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Dichotomy

Zander is in such an interesting place right now. He turns six in less than a month. I just answered a barrage of questions about war -- about who are our allies and who are our "enemies." Believe me, these are tough questions to answer in a way that won't cause nightmares in a child who got nightmares from The Little Mermaid. (That Ursula woman *was* scary!)

After I answer or deflect the questions, he runs to his room to get something to read before bed and brings back a Sesame Street book called, "Watch out for Banana Peels." From war to Elmo and back.

Tangentially related....slavery! In the past three months or so he has learned about slavery in the context of Abraham Lincoln (at kindergarten), Passover (from sunday school at synagogue), and then recently from the book Martha Ann's Quilt for Queen Victoria (written by a colleague of Brad's). Two separate times last weekend he wanted to play some sort of "slave" thing with other children. Luckily, it was easy to explain to the other parents. Not so easy to explain to Zander. He asks good questions though and seems to grasp the injustice of it. Then, before I know it, he's back to watching the Backyardigans while sucking his thumb. A dichotomy I tell you.

All of the war and slavery talk reminds me of an Ellis Paul song called Nine Months to Fix this World, which he wrote when his wife was newly pregnant. (If you're interested you can listen to part of it here. Choose #13.) How I wish we didn't have to explain these things to our children...ever!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

This couldn't have been worth my time.

(And yes, I am aware that my handwriting is terrible.)

Monday, May 10, 2010

"My mother laughs when..."

I am curmudgeon about certain 'holidays' (Valentine's Day for example), mostly thinking that they are greeting card holidays.

But, this mother's day rocked. I asked for a few things -- to sleep "in" and to have the inside of my car cleaned. And I got both. Sort of. (I got up to nurse Cass around 6:15am then went back to bed. Zander came in to give me a hug at 7:01am, but I went back to sleep after that. Finally, everyone came in for family teeth brushing at around 8:12pm (long story), but still -- I was in bed!) Brad went to drop Zander off for an activity and he came back with a clean car AND a latte. Life was good.

Later on, I was presented with a multitude of homemade treasures. One page of a book that Zander made for me at school made me feel especially "seen" (to use some therapy jargon).

Allow me to translate. It says, "My mother laughs when...she talks to the computer." The illustration shows me sitting in a chair facing a computer. I'm saying "HA HA" and the computer is saying "You've got male [sic]." Not sure what this says about my parenting. You'll just have to trust me that the other pages had lots of stuff about how much I love him, yada yada.

Monday, May 3, 2010

My head hurts just thinking about it

As most parents know by now, there was a big recall of children's Tylenol and Motrin products a few days ago. Not sure what this says about us as parents, but here is a photo of the products that we had in the house that are part of the recall:

Honestly, it has something to do with surviving an overseas trip with a sick Zander when he was about nine months old. We ran out of medicine. He was miserable. I was miserable. We made everyone else on the trip miserable. Now I stock the house with anything and everything we (or anyone else) might ever need. We keep a spare in each diaper bag (yes, we have spare diaper bags too).

Okay, so I know what this says about us me... I'm neurotic. And now I'm out eight bottles of infant pain reliever.