Jack Frost has arrived to find our family firmly ensconced in our schooltime schedule. Nat's work demands are 'reasonable' at the moment, so he is able to be involved in dropping and/or fetching the kids at their various endeavors. That is a good thing, since my clone just doesn't show up when called upon. Once the four travelers have gone for the day, Emmett and I have calm before the after school storm. Of course, Mr. Emmett isn't a big fan of calm so considers it his duty to disturb that in such an inventive and effective manner, you would not believe he didn't have chums helping in the effort. Many, older, stronger and more diabolical chums.
His thing right now is throwing. Everything. Heaviness is just a bonus. Since I am the object of his affection (and often the only other human present), I also make a handy target. Have you heard that fact that babies zero in on the face when their vision is still forming? How they can recognize their mama even before they can see very well because they possess an instinct that measures distance between facial features? Apparently that facial fascination stays with a baby into toddlerhood. And Emmett has a rocket arm and surprising accuracy. I'm lucky my nose is not broken and I have not suffered a concussion (yet). Calm can be painful.
The after school storm consists of All District Band practice, jujitsu workouts, dance practice for both girls, Girl Scouts meetings, chess club meetings, and starting next week I jump into the mix helping out at school once and twice a week. Am I missing something? I'm sure I'm missing something. Or no, that's just my recurring nightmare talking. Dinnertimes are a fun hodgepodge of times and places, and I won't even get into the effects of finickiness. Actually, I will. Last night, Miss Finicky (that would be Clara) had actual tears because I insisted she eat the bread with the hot dog--in an effort to buy a little more time before the ''I'm hungry" cry went up after dinner. I thought this was kid food, folks?! I hadn't even forced her to eat the disgusting chili and cheese with it, and she was only required to have one teensy spoon of the corn, red bean, artichoke salad on the side. Oh the injustice! and oh the drama it inspires!
It was yesterday that Jack Frost paid us a visit. Today a steady and gentle rain is falling, and the skies are a dismal gray. Clara was not amused, she really does not enjoy clouds or the potential for storms of any kind. We talk about the earth and how it really needs a drink, and it helps some. But she is still not amused. I, myself, am not particularly jolly of a rainy day like today. But since I'm a few years more than six, I've developed strategies. Like long and hot baths and good books, steaming hot pots of chicken soup and fresh warm bread to accompany them, and getting lost in a project of some kind. Here's hoping Emmett allows me to employ at least one of those strategies, and if it's the soup, that Miss Finicky finds nothing objectionable after today's storm.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
He looks so sweet, doesn't he? Just a little angel, yes? If you came to that conclusion I would understand. But if you were his mommy, nursing a cold and with your energy at very low ebb, this beautiful little angel might just cause your sanity to slip yet another notch or two.
Today he swiped all the papers and pens and notes and calendar items off the desk not once, but 3 times. I think I may need to abandon dignity and get a portable commode to bring around wherever Emmett may be when nature calls, because while I was in the bathroom (a really brave or idiotic move on my part) he found the only cupboard we didn't recently put baby stoppers on (the lazy susan one because how would that work?), grabbed the nearly full drum of Quaker oats, brought it into the living room and sprinkled it over the carpet as thoroughlyas one might if trying to meticulously rid the home of fleas. When I finally got a little energy and decided to tackle the messes and restore some order, I dragged the garbage can over to the earthquake epicenter and went to get the vaccum. In those 30 seconds my sweet little dearie decided his next task was to turn the garbage can upside down and scatter it's contents. Those would include the fruit extrusion and rinds from the fresh juice smoothie my sweet hubby made me to help me get some good vitamins this morning, along with the coffee grounds and a whole assortment of other goodies.
As I type this account, he is one by one dropping the potatoes out of the bag and on to the kitchen floor with a delightful thud, roll, roll; thud roll roll. Is it any wonder my cold is hanging on? Calgon, take me away!