Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Tuesday, but felt like Monday, but glad it's not

Sometimes I look at her and say "You're so pretty! I love you!" But then clap my hand over my mouth because they're in no way related, obviously, and ah! Don't say them together, Maloof!

But, yeah. HJ: I love you!

(And you're so pretty.)

My favorite part of today was when, at 5ish in the PM, we were so hot after the nature center playground and were collapsed on the couch looking at things together and I said: "Want some kale?" And she said: "Okay!" And I sauteed it up real quick, brought it in on two bowls and we both inhaled it in 3 minutes. We were desperate for some greens after a morning of fatty diner breakfasts and macaroni and cheese lunches.

I also loved it when she did her usual: "Looka me, woman! I wearing my mermaid shirt!" at the library to a random lady on the stairs. She always introduces herself via clothing choices. And always calls random ladies WOMAN. It's awesome.

Apropos of nothing, but -- after reading many, many, many children's books over these past couple years it becomes alarming how 96% of them end with bedtime. Even if the book has nothing to do with anything remotely bedtimey. It's just, like, hey! You're probably reading this before they go to sleep, so we better wrap it up with a major nudge nudge wink wink! ... ?

"Claire and her buddy had so much fun at preschool that day, playing with dinosaurs and eating apples. But then it was time to go to sleep, so goodnight!"

Stop it, please.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Rainy rainy Tuesday night


Thank you, thank you for your really kind words of support/love/high fives. It means a lot to know we've got a cheering section out there! Yep, it's a good time for my little fam. 

I've been super sleepy lately, with all this rain (and rain and rain and rain) and an early a'risin' toddler lady. (She was on such a good 6:30 stretch, but 5:00 this morning wha? Also a very short nap? No thank you, ma'am.) And I've been super on alert with Monsieur George, who got a visit from a dog trainer yesterday. Lotsa new rules for the pup around here and it's exhausting staying consistent. Zzzzzzz.

It can be crazyhard filling 15 hour days spent inside, but we're getting by. When I just can't take another fun-filled playdough/puddle splashing/puzzles/sinkbath/"cooking"/tea party/reading/painting moment, we've been putting on The Red Balloon -- that 50s French movie that is ohsosweet. I had no idea if Harps would take to it (it's not exactly action-packed and doesn't have any tunes...), but oh my. She is enamored.


Other deep loves of hers right now, before I forget: Billy Joel jams (specifically "Piano Man" -- aka "Man Song" -- and "Only the Good Die Young" -- aka "Drum Song") and saying "so, so, so, so, so" about many different things. As in: "Daddy your face is so, so, so, so, so, so prickly." It's awesome.

Okay. Zonked. Hearts.

Friday, May 18, 2012

A good day

I'm happy today, guys.

My best friend, my cc, had a surveillance scan last week and got his results yesterday -- all clear.

It's a big deal. And has been weighing its weight on my shoulders for weeks now. I feel so light today.

So, right now: the sun is shiny, my family is healthy, my baby is napping, and I'm feeling good.

I'll take it.

Happy, happy weekend!

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Just mah dog and me. We're friends. But...we get into a lot of fights. Or maybe, actually...he keeps lovin' on me all the time and I get into fights with him in my head.

Oh, George. Having a dog has been much harder for me than having a kid. Is that strange to admit? I feel like it's supposed to be the reverse... like dogs are so simple and trusting and full of soft fur, you don't have to reach down that deep to get through the rough days. I'm just not an animal fanatic, tho, so the cuteness factor doesn't help me as much as others. Or something.

But the growing pains are forcing me to learn and adjust and make my cold heart a little warmer. As my mom reminded me, we don't take on all these things (kids, dogs, houses, projects) to keep an easy life. We take them on to make a richer life. And oh my. He's rich.

At the end of the day, tho... he's a good, good pup. I think I'll keep him.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

How'd it get to Wednesday whaaaa?

So rainy and humid and lush and strange out there this week... Like I'm a'livin in Florida instead of CT. We've been cooped up like Grey Gardens ladies, painting with sparkles (that never come off of anything, everever) and singing that "My Home is An Igloo" song from 1980s Sesame Street, but filling in different words ("My home is an igloo and it's made of boogers!" etc) and looking up many different pictures of her new crush (Obama, sorry, "OMama" and no -- this wasn't pushed on her by me. She saw him in the paper and from that moment on, wouldn't rest until his face lay on her bedroom wall; right next to her First Haircut Certificate) and making playdough pies and dancing to La Bamba on repeat. Whew.

And she's up at 5:45 again these days and so it just reaaaaaally stretches, stretches, stretches. These days. I kind of can't believe I enjoy them as much as I do, honestly. Like, I'll stop sometimes and think "This is fun, I think?" And I'm all, back to myself, "It is!" But then I realize I'm so tired and of course would wish 7:30 to arrive just a little faster, dear god, faster.

I had a really nice Mother's Day, the perfect combo of sleeping late, smushing my lovies, getting pretties in packages, and then solo time. (The first chunk I drove to McDonald's in cc's fancy car while they did swimming lessons and I ate salt, salt, salt. Was awesome.) (The second chunk, I took a restorative yoga class at the Y. Delicious.)

Oh and here's a video to show how the whole day wrapped up. Pretty typical evening.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

A few things before my battery dies

Sometimes (most times?) I don't blog because the battery on my compy is dead. In general, my ee-lec-tronic devices have between a 2-10% charge at all times. When do ya'll find the time to charge these suckers? (I know, I know. Nighttime. But I'm busy then.)

Okay, so quick before this dies on mah fingers, these things occurred to my head today:

1) I suddenly felt REALLY RELIEVED that I never, ever, ever have to discuss after prom plans. Will we drive to York Beach? Will we have a bonfire in Stephanie's backyard? Will we have the bonfire at night and then drive to the beach the next day? The possibilities were endless. All I can tell you is, I just wanted to go home in my jams and eat Froot Loops. Stop touchin' on me, boys. (Or alternately, ignoring me and chewing gum like a cow for all our pictures. MOO-VING ON.)

2) Without fail, every single day of this life, I have that Monica song (I throw that in so casually, like I have any idea who in hell Monica is/looked like/is she alive?) where it's all "Just one of those daaaaaays. Don't take it personaaaaanal." Yes? You with me? Remember? I mean, this was roughly 15 years ago and it won't leave me be.

3) Remember how importantly hilarious blooper reels were? Like, getting to catch 2 minutes of your favs from Full House mess a line made your life complete? I was on the You Tubez for some reason or other tonight and there were a million options to click on for, of all things, Will and Grace outtakes. And my old self was all "Click click click! The comedy gold!" but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I've come so far?

Okay, computer dying and George wants me to take him up to bed. Last night before cc's back from Dubai-ai-ai. (I can say that now because by the time anyone reads this, he'll be back and it'll be too late to steal us from our beds. Mmmkah?)

Monday, May 07, 2012

Mondee again

Hmm. It appears I've only been updating my corner of the 'nets once-a-weekly. For shame! I think? Or maybe that's a nice flow for me, for now. I feel very, very behind on communications with the outside world; I feel myself slipping into a former bad habit of saying yes please! to things and then not being able to follow through for various and sundry reasons, followed by having to say no, I'm sorry ah! quickly after.

In general, I need to keep a much lower profile ... Just accept the goodness/limitations of my current life (toddler and husband and puppy and house and yard and family and maybe-working-on-a-career-plan) and realize the extras can't happen as often as I think they can. And then, when I do say yes: mean it and stick with it and enjoy it.

Oh, but you probably just wanted to look at that glue stick picture, right?

Funny Harper things (these are more for my benefit to look back on... I love looking back at these things and never seem to do them enough):

- Girlfriend loves to glue. And has the skills! I stand back and let her do her thing (with either real glue and a Q-tip or a stick) and it always shocks me when everything is actually stuck on there, without major overflow. Maybe she'll be a glueologist when she grows up?

- Her love of music is intense, dude. Twice now, we've climbed up the stairs at the library, snuck to the back corner and found the sheet music for Broadway shows to "read the music notes" together. (Per her request.) She loves to run her finger along the notes and listen to me sing/try to find the right tune. She also loves to try and guess what instrument is playing in a song and is often correct. (At IKEA this weekend, she stopped in her tracks to yell "trumpet!" while a muzak song jammed on. It was a sax, but hey! Not too bad.) Never stops singing, has about 20 songs in her repertoire. Often when we pull into the driveway, she requests we sit for awhile so she can stare out the window and listen intently... And music class is the highlight of her week.

- She loves scary things. But then gets genuinely scared. But loves that feeling of oooo creep! This is so obviously inherited from me, it's weird. Tonight, we sat on a chair together and listened to the same Pippin song ("Glory") over and over again, because she thinks Ben Vereen sounds like a ghost at the beginning. She jumps into my lap and hides her head in my chest. "Mummy, I scared! A ghost singing ooo! Ah!" But then as soon as it's over she yells "Again! Again!" Nutcase.

- Obsessed with her "apple boots" (rainboots) and putting them on herself. Wears them everywhere.

- Another inherited thing (from both of us) is her night owldom. No matter when you start the routine (vitamins, bath, brush teeth, jammies, stories, song) she won't fall asleep before 8:45 or 9:00. She pretends to lie down (for cc that is -- with me, she just outright sits up when I walk away) before popping up to read and read and read. We always think she's asleep way before she is, till we suddenly hear a tiny little voice waft down, reciting a favorite book by heart. Sneak.

- Just learned how to use her fingers to count and thinks it's hilarious/fascinating/the meaning of life. And how I love watching her chubby little digits spring up one at a time...
Speaking of counting... She is very, very into me being the Count from Sesame Street. "Be the Count, Mummy!" and then she tells me what I'm counting and I do my borderline fantastic impression. We start out with normal things (toes, apples, cars) and then she gets into complicated verb-y things. "Mummy, be the Count! One baby pretending bubbles are cupcakes!" "Okay... Er. One baby, uh...pretending bubbles are cupcakes... HAHAHA!" Rinse, repeat.

Okay. Brain emptied of that stuff.

George is snoring and I'm kicking myself for not buying Trader Joe's donut holes this afternoon. Picked up some dark choco covered cherries, but those are basically health food and I need some serious starch in my mouth. Amirite?