Thursday, August 30, 2007
Anyway, I love the tiny, middle eastern woman that seems to lord over the place. She's always nice. What? I like nice. They make all their own breads and everything is delightfully fresh. I've been making my co-workers go there with me, one at a time. Plus, wi-fi! Annnnyhoo, Tuesdays and Thursdays they do a falalfel special (yum! homemade pita) and I wanted to try it. Jeremiah was pretty easy to convince. It was, for the first time in about a year, I think, not 100 degrees outside, so I walked.
I was already feeling a bit lighter at the prospect of getting to see Jeremiah right in the middle of the day during the week but then, as if Lawrence Welk had himself smiled down upon me, things got even better. There's a big ol' fountain out in front of the cafe. As Jeremiah and I approached it together we saw that the fountain had been filled with LOTS of soapy bubbles. It was overflowing with soft fluff. There was a gentle breeze and as the wee-bitty kids and their parents who had gathered around it drove their arms in up to the elbows and threw bubbly-fluff into the air, the breeze would catch it and the bubbles would float gleefully above everyone's heads. They looked like cartoon amoebas.
Here's the thing about a world filled with bubbles - it makes everyone cheerful. One woman told us that when they first got to the fountain there was a wall of bubbles so huge that it covered the benches around the fountain. Indeed, the benches were stained with soap scum. We sat outside to eat our sandwiches and every single person who walked by, if they didn't stop to play in the bubbles, smiled. From what we could glean, the bubbles were a teenage prank. Ah, those awful, underwear-exposing, meddling kids.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
We picked up our few items and grabbed food and beverages to fill our gumbling bellies, then sat down to eat. Finally. Once we'd inhaled our food, we gathered ourselves together and instructed Kate to close her bottle of juice so we could leave.
"Can you please help her with that?" Jeremiah, arms full of Sarah, asked me, indicating the screwing of the bottle cap back on to Kate's juice. I watched as Kate manipulated the cap and bottle.
"She's getting it - she's learning" I said. Then Kate successfully replaced the bottle's cap and Jeremiah and I exploded into congratulatory peals of applause and "very good!"s as though Kate were, well, three. She was very gracious, smiling beguilingly while rolling her eyes at us. She held her freshly closed bottle aloft and indicated it with a flourish, musically saying "Ta-dah!" I laughed so hard I nearly blew some of the new blended espresso the Allegro coffee bar people are hocking right through my nose. Teary-eyed, I gazed across our booth in the storefront window at my little family. Sarah sat perkily on Jeremiah's lap, laughing because he was laughing, Kate leaned on his shoulder. For a minute I didn't think about work or the messy house or the pets or if we'd have enough money to survive retirement, I just stared at the 3 people I love most in the world and felt certain I couldn't possibly be any happier.
Then we came home and I started to handle a few items I'd been putting off online, and Kate hit the power key on my laptop, unceremoniously (and improperly) turning it off and I thought "I could be a little happier".
Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday night we still didn't get loads of sleep. Saturday, Jeremiah indulgently suggested he run an errand in which I had no interest while the girls napped so I could hang out downstairs, finishing up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Aaaaahhhhh, sounds fantastic. Off he went and down I sat for about 3 minutes, and then Sarah began screaming. I raced upstairs and gently convinced her to go back to sleep. I ran back downstairs and nestled into my favorite chair with my book. More screaming. So I put my book down and bolted up the stairs again, repeating the previous tactics successfully again. And on it went. Finally, Kate had been in the guest room "napping" for a full hour, so, with Sarah in my arms, I opened the door to tell her quiet time was officially over. Even before I opened the door all the way it hit me - the stench of poo. "Did you have an accident?" I asked, advancing into the room. I caught her holding her underwear like an artist's pallet, spreading the source of the stench on, I noticed as I glanced around, a third wall.
For a second I was paralyzed, staring at a room bedecked in excrement. For whatever reason, I didn't deem it a punishable offense and focused instead of getting Little Miss Poop 2007 in the tub while getting Sarah away from the guest room and the tub. "I have poop on my feet!" Kate announced gaily as I searched her face for signs of coprophagy and quickly washed a suspicious spot on her chin. Jeremiah returned home just as I was attacking the room with rags and cleaner. He wisely did not ask if I'd finished the book.
On the up side, the guest room has never been cleaner. I even purchased new sheets for that room. Nothing is really wrong with the sheets that were on the bed; I washed everything in hot water with tons of soap, but still. Ewh. When it came time to go to Target, I was quick to volunteer to run that errand.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Oh, the girls are both fever-free and at daycare today. It will be awhile before I'm done being tired from this week, but I love my fabulous new tank top and I've already gotten a compliment on it!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Last night we let Kate, 101.5 again, sleep in the guest room. When Sarah began screaming anew at 11, exactly 4 hours after her last dose of Tylenol, I went upstairs to take her temperature (oh goody, 103.4) and dose her again. Then I laid down with her in Kate's twin bed. You know how sometimes you'll be all cozy somewhere and the cat will leap up on you and start purring and making biscuits on your stomach in such a charming way that you'll sit perfectly still to keep the cat there even though you're extremely uncomfortable and some body part has long-since fallen asleep and is painfully tingling? Trying to balance in a twin bed with a needy, feverish baby while you cannot let go of the fear that she will topple out of said bed feels kind of like that. Only much hotter. I spent the better part of the night sweaty and working my core.
I had to keep figuring out the new rules as Sarah threw herself into a new position on the bed and wailed angrily if I moved in the wrong manner once she was comfortable. When I finally had to get up, my right leg was bright red from hot baby pressing up against it and my neck was achingly kinked from resting the lower half of my body on the bed at Sarah's convenience, and upper half on the giant hippo pillow/seat I'd earlier positioned next to the bed to help ensure Sarah's protection from falling (all of 12 inches). That makes 4 nights in a row I've slept almost not at all. The good news is I think I've moved beyond tired and will just give up sleeping altogether. Also in the happy column, Kate's fever is gone. When I took Kate's temperature and confirmed this, I immediately admonished Sarah for still running a fever. "Why can't you be more like your sister!?!" I demanded. She just cried. Big baby.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sunday night Sarah didn't sleep. Oh, she did sleep a little, here and there. But mostly she screamed. She seemed fine but yesterday Jeremiah had to go get her from daycare early because she was running a fever of 102. We got that down pretty quickly, and off she went to bed. We worried she'd be up all night again but no, she was only up a few times, it was Kate who was up. Just...up. Reading aloud to herself, chatting away non-stop, thumping around directly above our bed, squirting the entire contents of the tube of greasy eczema steroid cream out all over her bed. All. Night. We tried a dozen different approaches to get her to doze off but to no avail. The last time I looked at the clock while she was chattering away in her room, it was 3:00 in the morning.
Today I stayed home and worked while Sarah acted as my handicap. But now it's not quite 4:00PM and though I'm still trying to work (Sarah, running a slight fever again, has been banished to her crib where she is squawking, but not really screaming, so there she'll stay) but I'm so tired all the numbers are swimming around in front of my eyes and I can't hold my head up anymore. Why on earth did I ever decide to have kids? The dog eats our furniture and other things we care about while we're at work but she has always at least let us sleep. What did we do to deserve this? We were just trying to fulfill our biological imperative to propagate the species! Where did we go wrong?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
For Kate, the time is right about now. Jeremiah and I both have noticed that more often than not, we are now, officially, Mom and Dad. When there are falls or other minor tragedies or when she is very, very tired we are still mommy and daddy. But by and large the change has been made. I do not feel sorry for the end of mommy. I wondered if I would. But there is something so sweet to hearing my 3-year-old, upon bouncing into the kitchen with an empty cup, say "Hey Mom, can I have some more smoothie?" It comes out kind of "mum" and is always accompanied by a little pursing of her lips, and the wide-eyed look of a sincere inquisitor.
It is so very exciting when your baby first starts saying "mommy", especially since she's been saying "daddy" for at least 3 months. But that's the excitement of the big milestone. This change to being Mom, it seems to come with the implication of all that resides in the very essence of being Mom. It's like being awarded some sort of badge of honor.
"Of course you may have some more smoothie!" is the only response I can manage.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Joy got us good seats, but Kate only has a box seat at home.
Friday, August 03, 2007
But lo! When Jeremiah came downstairs to the dining room after putting Kate to bed he informed me she'd requested that mommy tuck her in. I gave a moment's thought to giving Abigail a conciliatory embrace, pageant-winner style, before I raced up the steps, failing to look cool. When I got there Kate gave me a big smile and began talking about something that made no sense at all and I remembered that tucking Kate in is a lot like trying to a get drunk friend safely home. She is physically intractable, mumbles a lot through a pacifier (Jeremiah keeps saying we must break her of sleeping with those but I'm more concerned that we break her of pooping in her pants and besides, it's funny to me that she calls them "assifiers"), and when she isn't' mumbling she talks nonsense.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead and a big hug and said "I missed you today while I was at work." She popped the assifier out of her mouth and said "I missed you!". Just as I was beginning to melt she went on to say "and I missed the animals!" What? "And I missed Luga!" Luga is the name Kate gave the Groovy Girl doll Margie got her. When she first announced the doll's name Jeremiah and I both thought she said "Lou Dobbs". Inexplicably, Lou Dobbs comes with her own bed. In the packaging, the bed was literally strapped to the doll's back. What the hell kind of message is Margie trying to send her grand daughter here?!? So, she missed the pets and her slutty doll Lou Dobbs equally to missing me. Still, though, victory was mine. I was doing tuck in.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
I've had some terrible commutes, but so far the road has never collapsed beneath me, causing me to plunge, trapped in my car, into the rapidly moving waters of the Mississippi River and then, assuming I didn't die, swim to safety. Yes, I thought, sucking in a terrified breath with my heart in my throat as someone behind me veeeeery nearly rear-ended me, I'll take latte on the console over that.