Yeah, yeah, yeah. I dropped the ball. Totally - I know.
If it's any consolation, big things have been happening. Like that TW is PREGNANT! And not just a little bit - we are halfway to welcoming a brand new baby girl to the family!! I may have to rename the blog. 'Course that would be a bigger deal if I'd posted at all recently. I fear any followers that I had may have had vanished into thin air.
Meanwhile, though, I have been taking lots of photos. Posting on Flickr most days, got a handful of followers, have gotten a photo printed on the front page of our local paper, and I've been asked to help photograph a wedding (couldn't do it, but still!)...
And of course The Boy grows. He has gotten a boatload of personality. And while he doesn't pull it out often, he can throw a temper tantrum with the best of them. Take for example the following situation...
"Mozart has, unfortunately, been in full tantrum for the past 20+ minutes because… He wants to ride the bus to camp - right now! Never mind that there is no bus. That he's not old enough to go to camp. And even if he were old enough to go to camp, nobody goes to camp when they are screaming."
Grammie saw the post and said that he needed to call, but I had to post back:
"He was given the opportunity to calm down, go downtown, and ride the bus. But then, because the bus costs money and one would need to get some money, he completely melted again. To the extent that he peed his pants (!). He did not get the time out for peeing his pants, but was again, given the opportunity to pull it together or head to his room to calm down. Which he chose. And then had a fit and slammed doors about. So now the timer is being set as he has, finally, calmed down."
He did calm himself for the evening, but then this morning it was like a replay with the added bonus of hitting TW...
It is good that he has is such a lovable kid most of the time. My pinky toe has been going numb on me of late (I know, I know, I'll get it checked out if it doesn't get better in a couple days...), and so he wanted to know exactly which one it was. And he kissed it.
Let's see...
It's been a month since I posted. Sorry 'bout that. We are in our "survey window" at work, which means we could have the state inspectors come at any time to sift through records and find fault with things they may have been perfectly fine with before, but certainly anything that is not caught up. And it seems I am constantly trying to catch up, keep up, or beat the next deadline. Two weeks in a row with only one night that I didn't work late, take work home, or both. At the end of that stretch I got a call from a neighbor: Would we have use for a home-cooked meal? I nearly cried. I was coming home at 8 in the evening and just about to try to pull together a meal. It was a Godsend in the truest sense of the word. That was last Thursday. Sunday I came down with a head cold. Really, it could have been a lot worse, but until today I felt like I had a fishbowl over my head that I was trying to think in and see through. I skipped the gym this morning and woke up the two hours later feeling a bit more human. 'Course now that I've made it to the end of the day, I'm once again too pooped to pop.
Mozart had his 3 yr doctors appointment today. 3ft tall. 33 pounds. There's gotta be luck in those numbers. Not for him in the visit though as he had to have a shot. Hepatitis as he's on a delayed schedule. He, for some reason, thought it was a flu shot and protested heartily, "NO! I don't need a flu shot, I'm not sick!" Then after the traumatic event, "I never gonna get another flu shot again." After explaining, once again, that it was not the flu shot, and he needs it so he can stay healthy, he says, "That 'titis shot hurts too much, that's why I don't need one. That lady (the nurse) hurt me, but not the doctor, he just have me a check-up."
Alright, I'm falling asleep typing. Past bedtime and heaven's knows I need the rest. 'Night all.
Oh, yeah, potty training is going alright ~ we are brave enough to go on little jaunts now without diaper bag and changes of clothes in tow. I just have to have the "magic toilet seat" at all times, so he has something that he feels safe to sit on. And really, whoever came up with automatic flushing toilets and other bathroom fixtures clearly never dealt with the after-effects of these horrifying devices with a small child. They are terrifying.
Mozart had his 3 yr doctors appointment today. 3ft tall. 33 pounds. There's gotta be luck in those numbers. Not for him in the visit though as he had to have a shot. Hepatitis as he's on a delayed schedule. He, for some reason, thought it was a flu shot and protested heartily, "NO! I don't need a flu shot, I'm not sick!" Then after the traumatic event, "I never gonna get another flu shot again." After explaining, once again, that it was not the flu shot, and he needs it so he can stay healthy, he says, "That 'titis shot hurts too much, that's why I don't need one. That lady (the nurse) hurt me, but not the doctor, he just have me a check-up."
Alright, I'm falling asleep typing. Past bedtime and heaven's knows I need the rest. 'Night all.
Oh, yeah, potty training is going alright ~ we are brave enough to go on little jaunts now without diaper bag and changes of clothes in tow. I just have to have the "magic toilet seat" at all times, so he has something that he feels safe to sit on. And really, whoever came up with automatic flushing toilets and other bathroom fixtures clearly never dealt with the after-effects of these horrifying devices with a small child. They are terrifying.
Great Things!
Indeed!
Mozart turned three this weekend and we had his Fire Truck party as requested. We'd planned on having the party at home, per usual, but found out Home Depot hosts birthday party's a couple weeks ago, so I called 'em up to see if they were available when we wanted and the only thing we needed to do was pick the theme.
Seriously. That's all we had to do. I said fire trucks and she said, "Cool, would a Rescue Plane craft be ok?" Uh, yeah! Cool! I went back to Mozart and he then changed his theme to be "Rescue vehicles with fire trucks." This was a good because, while I'm sure I could have fashioned a fire truck cake, I really didn't want to poison the children with a Red Dye #40 cake. Mozart agreed to a "fire rescue scene" for his cake. So I got to work. I used the same recipe as his owl cake, which, admittedly takes a bit longer than your typical non-freezer affairs, but it was just so good that every time I made a cake TW would say, "Oh, yes, she's an excellent cook, but nothing will top the OWL CAKE." So yeah. Had to. Not because it was asked of me, but because I gotta show what I got from time to time :D
So Thursday night I got to work. Went shopping. Spent entirely to much money. Changed the landscape of the cake from round to square pans because they didn't sell the sizes I needed in round locally. Went to a second store for food dye (I threw it all away last year because I was disgusted with the chemical dyes, but then I couldn't come up with viable options for real colors, so I caved). Baked three cakes and a batch of cupcakes. Set them to the freezer. Made the frosting. Made the daycare edition cupcakes for his party the next day:
And put the crumb coat on the main cake:
....before falling into bed. I went to my job as any zombie does the next day and set to work when I got home. First another batch of cream cheese frosting. A double batch this time. Made various colors. And set to the landscape:
I hadn't a plan for the burning building when I was in the baking process, so I ended up fashioning it out of graham crackers. I did a second crumb coat for good measure, then applied the grass, and of course, the underground was made of Nutella. Finally, I decorated the fire station, and put a crushed graham cracker and cocoa gravel down on the road before applying the rescue vehicles. But all said and done, I'd say, a pretty fine Fire Rescue Scene cake:
The kids loved it (as did the adults)...
Oh. And not so insignificantly, Home Depot does a BANG UP job on birthday parties! This is what we were greeted with:
That's right, not only did they decorate and provide a craft, but they really went all out ~ that piece of art hanging over the chair there in front of the fire truck place mat, and under the suspended fire truck, was a hand-painted workman's apron for the little man. Each kid got the choice of doing 1,2, or even 3 crafts (Pirate Ship, Race Car, or Trojan Horse Piggy Bank), and while they didn't actually have any Fire Rescue Plane kits left, they were able to give Mozart one that was already built. So we did our crafts, and had a blast. Mozart tested out the roadway for the ambulance:
And we served up the cake:
AND THEN the FIRE DEPARTMENT showed up!!! Mozart gave all the firefighters hugs, and then got to explore the TWO trucks they brought, and THEN he, and the other kids, got to practice ACTUALLY USING the fire hose!! It was a truly amazing day.
So all of that was Saturday. We'd been telling Mozart for several weeks now that he needs to be potty trained when he turns three because he's not a baby anymore and that we're not going to buy any more diapers. Despite all of that we were meeting a great deal of resistance to the whole potty training thing.
But you know what?
Sunday he got up and peed on his potty. Put his undies on. And stayed dry ALL DAY LONG!
Monday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (he did wear a diaper for car transport)
Tuesday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (without aforementioned diaper in the car)
And today he also stayed dry THE WHOLE TIME he was in big boy pants! He did have a diaper towards the end of the day as he hadn't yet pooped (today was the 4th day), but then tonight, after MUCH ADO, he POOPED ON THE POTTY!
Yahooooo! We are going to the pizza house tomorrow in celebration.
Mozart turned three this weekend and we had his Fire Truck party as requested. We'd planned on having the party at home, per usual, but found out Home Depot hosts birthday party's a couple weeks ago, so I called 'em up to see if they were available when we wanted and the only thing we needed to do was pick the theme.
Seriously. That's all we had to do. I said fire trucks and she said, "Cool, would a Rescue Plane craft be ok?" Uh, yeah! Cool! I went back to Mozart and he then changed his theme to be "Rescue vehicles with fire trucks." This was a good because, while I'm sure I could have fashioned a fire truck cake, I really didn't want to poison the children with a Red Dye #40 cake. Mozart agreed to a "fire rescue scene" for his cake. So I got to work. I used the same recipe as his owl cake, which, admittedly takes a bit longer than your typical non-freezer affairs, but it was just so good that every time I made a cake TW would say, "Oh, yes, she's an excellent cook, but nothing will top the OWL CAKE." So yeah. Had to. Not because it was asked of me, but because I gotta show what I got from time to time :D
So Thursday night I got to work. Went shopping. Spent entirely to much money. Changed the landscape of the cake from round to square pans because they didn't sell the sizes I needed in round locally. Went to a second store for food dye (I threw it all away last year because I was disgusted with the chemical dyes, but then I couldn't come up with viable options for real colors, so I caved). Baked three cakes and a batch of cupcakes. Set them to the freezer. Made the frosting. Made the daycare edition cupcakes for his party the next day:
And put the crumb coat on the main cake:
....before falling into bed. I went to my job as any zombie does the next day and set to work when I got home. First another batch of cream cheese frosting. A double batch this time. Made various colors. And set to the landscape:
I hadn't a plan for the burning building when I was in the baking process, so I ended up fashioning it out of graham crackers. I did a second crumb coat for good measure, then applied the grass, and of course, the underground was made of Nutella. Finally, I decorated the fire station, and put a crushed graham cracker and cocoa gravel down on the road before applying the rescue vehicles. But all said and done, I'd say, a pretty fine Fire Rescue Scene cake:
The kids loved it (as did the adults)...
Oh. And not so insignificantly, Home Depot does a BANG UP job on birthday parties! This is what we were greeted with:
That's right, not only did they decorate and provide a craft, but they really went all out ~ that piece of art hanging over the chair there in front of the fire truck place mat, and under the suspended fire truck, was a hand-painted workman's apron for the little man. Each kid got the choice of doing 1,2, or even 3 crafts (Pirate Ship, Race Car, or Trojan Horse Piggy Bank), and while they didn't actually have any Fire Rescue Plane kits left, they were able to give Mozart one that was already built. So we did our crafts, and had a blast. Mozart tested out the roadway for the ambulance:
And we served up the cake:
AND THEN the FIRE DEPARTMENT showed up!!! Mozart gave all the firefighters hugs, and then got to explore the TWO trucks they brought, and THEN he, and the other kids, got to practice ACTUALLY USING the fire hose!! It was a truly amazing day.
So all of that was Saturday. We'd been telling Mozart for several weeks now that he needs to be potty trained when he turns three because he's not a baby anymore and that we're not going to buy any more diapers. Despite all of that we were meeting a great deal of resistance to the whole potty training thing.
But you know what?
Sunday he got up and peed on his potty. Put his undies on. And stayed dry ALL DAY LONG!
Monday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (he did wear a diaper for car transport)
Tuesday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (without aforementioned diaper in the car)
And today he also stayed dry THE WHOLE TIME he was in big boy pants! He did have a diaper towards the end of the day as he hadn't yet pooped (today was the 4th day), but then tonight, after MUCH ADO, he POOPED ON THE POTTY!
Yahooooo! We are going to the pizza house tomorrow in celebration.
Have I mentioned that Mozart is obsessed with Harry Potter?
I'm sure I must have. He is adorable, whether he is saying "swish and flick", "wingardium leviosa", or "you disapear!" when using my pen or his fork to cast spells with his newly found wand. Or when he jumps down from his chair and says, "I just gonna play Quidditch now," and runs off to get his broom. Or the fascination he has developed with chess because of the great scene of Wizard Chess.
He has only ever read or watched the first book, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", but he has watched the movie probably over 30 times and I'm sure he and TW have ready through the book nearly twice now. I had reservations about the appropriateness of it for a two-year-old, but TW has such an obsession that I let it happen - it's a good bonding thing for them - at first only with one of us sitting next to him at all times, but now he watches the whole movie through on his own and only when he is feeling especially sensitive are those scary scenes (TROLL!!! Troll in the dungeon!) actually scary to him. Now he just goes over the scene at the dinner table ("But the troll's not in the dungeon anymore. Went to the girls bathroom. Gotta tell 'mione.")
When I picked him up from daycare it was reported to me that he holds court by telling everyone about everything that Harry does, and all the other characters, and that he goes on and on and on, and and not a one of them (kids nor adults) knows what he's talking about except that it's Harry Potter. That same evening on the way home, he says out of the blue (probably in response to something on the radio actually) and quite matter-o-factly, "I got a kitty, but just one. BatCat died. Voldemort killed her."
*sigh*
I corrected him that while Batcat did die, Voldemort did not do her in.
I can't yet bear to tell him that he won't be going to Hogwarts when he's 11 because there is no Hogwarts.
He has only ever read or watched the first book, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", but he has watched the movie probably over 30 times and I'm sure he and TW have ready through the book nearly twice now. I had reservations about the appropriateness of it for a two-year-old, but TW has such an obsession that I let it happen - it's a good bonding thing for them - at first only with one of us sitting next to him at all times, but now he watches the whole movie through on his own and only when he is feeling especially sensitive are those scary scenes (TROLL!!! Troll in the dungeon!) actually scary to him. Now he just goes over the scene at the dinner table ("But the troll's not in the dungeon anymore. Went to the girls bathroom. Gotta tell 'mione.")
When I picked him up from daycare it was reported to me that he holds court by telling everyone about everything that Harry does, and all the other characters, and that he goes on and on and on, and and not a one of them (kids nor adults) knows what he's talking about except that it's Harry Potter. That same evening on the way home, he says out of the blue (probably in response to something on the radio actually) and quite matter-o-factly, "I got a kitty, but just one. BatCat died. Voldemort killed her."
*sigh*
I corrected him that while Batcat did die, Voldemort did not do her in.
I can't yet bear to tell him that he won't be going to Hogwarts when he's 11 because there is no Hogwarts.
Stymied
Bah!! So, I have this idea for a Flickr challenge. The challenge is to take a photo of a Movie Title. I perused classic titles and came up with A Fistful of Dollars. Never saw it, so I've got no preconceptions (if there would be any) aside from the name itself. I just so happened to have a bunch of ones last night and attempted some photos of my own hand grasping the money. None of the photos came out as well as I'd have liked - I should have set up the tripod, brought a drape out, darkened the room, etc., but wasn't really serious about it.
This morning, while at a work meeting/breakfast, I asked my colleagues to grab the stacks of cash in various ways as we were tallying the bill. This was done and I got some cool shots, but that image of a darkened room with a green background and sharp low light haunted me all day as I went about my business.
I got home, finally settle in to take some photos, set up the room, with the green background, and the tripod, and - oh. Right. I spent all my cash!!
Good Grief.
I'll just have to do with some of the earlier photos I took.
If you like, check them out on the Photostream at Flicker <- that link is actually another of the breakfast meeting photos, but if you navigate left or right, you'll get to the movie title photos!
This morning, while at a work meeting/breakfast, I asked my colleagues to grab the stacks of cash in various ways as we were tallying the bill. This was done and I got some cool shots, but that image of a darkened room with a green background and sharp low light haunted me all day as I went about my business.
I got home, finally settle in to take some photos, set up the room, with the green background, and the tripod, and - oh. Right. I spent all my cash!!
Good Grief.
I'll just have to do with some of the earlier photos I took.
If you like, check them out on the Photostream at Flicker <- that link is actually another of the breakfast meeting photos, but if you navigate left or right, you'll get to the movie title photos!
Fire Trucks and More Fire Trucks
Since wanting to be a fire truck for Halloween, Mozart has become a little obsessed. To be honest, his obsession probably was in place long before that, but that is when I became aware of it. And when I learned he wanted to be a fire truck (not a fireman, mind you) I got to work.
I hummed and ha'ed, built a fire truck in my head, put that design to paper, made a list of supplies, went all over town to try and find them without breaking the bank, and put my plan in motion. Unfortunately,I don't have pictures of the various stages, buy I'll try to r explore explain:
In my head I thought of a cardboard housing with suspenders to hold the whole thing up. Wheels would have to be off the ground, and the cab of the fire truck could double as his treat bucket. And, of course, there would be flashing lights! 'Course since it's a Halloween costume, and likely to be trashed, one wouldn't want to spend too much money, so I figured using duct tape for suspenders would do. I thought of paper plates as the wheels and paper fasteners to attach them. I went out to Home Depot to get spray paint, the duct tape and some reflective tape. TW went back to HD to get some draft insulation tape a and a nozzle to use for the fire hose. Then off to the dollar store and found some stick-on touch lights to use for headlight/brake lights. Made a ladder from cardboard and more duct tape.
My first try was a little front heavy. It was already listing forward and there wasn't even any candy in the cab yet, so I shortened the cab by half, and at Mozart's request, added handles. Up until this point, I hadn't been able to find any flashing lights, but a trip back to the dollar store solved both the handle AND flashing lights problem! Below is the final front view.
And here we have Mozart in action! He'd gotten some loot, so the front is again listing forward, but he was still having a really good time here.
I'm sure we would have won some sort of prize for his costume - we got TONS of complements, but the costume judging was held after the trick or treating, after the parade, and a long walk down a hill, and frankly by the time he we got down there, he was completely melted into a screamy mess. And, you know, a screaming toddler is MUCH less cute than one who is not screaming. So, yeah, we didn't win anything.
Even though he was thoroughly miserable by the time the evening was over, he requested wearing his costume several more times and we even went on a couple other outings in full regalia. Until I just couldn't keep it together. Below is the just after the truck's last outing.
I thought that the whole fire truck theme would have calmed down after Halloween, but Mozart, it turns out, REALLY likes fire trucks. We went to visit with the fire fighters and see the real trucks on several occasions, and while he had wanted a tractor, for the longest time, for Christmas, from after Halloween right up until Christmas, all he wanted from Santa was a fire truck. Somehow, Santa got the message.
And now the young man wants a fire truck birthday cake! I've got to put my creative hat on again and figure this out. I'd really, really like to have a cake without red dye #40, but I can't think of a way to make a RED fire truck (and not a pink or purple fire truck).
We'll see.
I'll post once I figure it out. Or don't. Regardless, I'll post results.
I hummed and ha'ed, built a fire truck in my head, put that design to paper, made a list of supplies, went all over town to try and find them without breaking the bank, and put my plan in motion. Unfortunately,I don't have pictures of the various stages, buy I'll try to r explore explain:
In my head I thought of a cardboard housing with suspenders to hold the whole thing up. Wheels would have to be off the ground, and the cab of the fire truck could double as his treat bucket. And, of course, there would be flashing lights! 'Course since it's a Halloween costume, and likely to be trashed, one wouldn't want to spend too much money, so I figured using duct tape for suspenders would do. I thought of paper plates as the wheels and paper fasteners to attach them. I went out to Home Depot to get spray paint, the duct tape and some reflective tape. TW went back to HD to get some draft insulation tape a and a nozzle to use for the fire hose. Then off to the dollar store and found some stick-on touch lights to use for headlight/brake lights. Made a ladder from cardboard and more duct tape.
And here we have Mozart in action! He'd gotten some loot, so the front is again listing forward, but he was still having a really good time here.
I'm sure we would have won some sort of prize for his costume - we got TONS of complements, but the costume judging was held after the trick or treating, after the parade, and a long walk down a hill, and frankly by the time he we got down there, he was completely melted into a screamy mess. And, you know, a screaming toddler is MUCH less cute than one who is not screaming. So, yeah, we didn't win anything.
Even though he was thoroughly miserable by the time the evening was over, he requested wearing his costume several more times and we even went on a couple other outings in full regalia. Until I just couldn't keep it together. Below is the just after the truck's last outing.
I thought that the whole fire truck theme would have calmed down after Halloween, but Mozart, it turns out, REALLY likes fire trucks. We went to visit with the fire fighters and see the real trucks on several occasions, and while he had wanted a tractor, for the longest time, for Christmas, from after Halloween right up until Christmas, all he wanted from Santa was a fire truck. Somehow, Santa got the message.
And now the young man wants a fire truck birthday cake! I've got to put my creative hat on again and figure this out. I'd really, really like to have a cake without red dye #40, but I can't think of a way to make a RED fire truck (and not a pink or purple fire truck).
We'll see.
I'll post once I figure it out. Or don't. Regardless, I'll post results.
That's good news!
You know, that my readers haven't flat-lined on me completely. There are a few dedicated souls out there who are apparently still checking in here despite my spotty posting. Thank-you!
The weather, the job, and the heating bills have all been somewhat trying recently. Add to that a perpetually busy toddler to keep up with, a new chiropractor, who I love, but who has me on a new and less satisfying workout routine, a mid-winter attack of the blues, I've had less time and/or been less enthused about writing.
*le sigh*
I'll get back into gear. I will. And on the bright side, I'm still very much enjoying my camera. I've manages to take photos daily. And only a couple of those days have I felt less than fully satisfied with what I've taken.
I think, because, I'm not feeling too chatty, I'll share some of the photos I've taken over the the last little bit.
Here Mozart is checking in with Santa, thanking him for the Fire Truck, and telling him he is too big to eat cookies.
And here, he is taking on the world - or at least the biggest train show in the country.
While I am SO over the cold, I'm pretty glad to have gotten this cracked bubble at 16 below.
I had intended on posting more, but it turns out my Chromebook doesn't want to upload photos right now, and Flickr doesn't allow copying photos, which I suppose is a good thing. But you can go to my Flickr site and look at them for yourself.
Yeah, and these little square things - they are my attempt to upload photos. I can't seem to erase them now that they are there. Maybe they'll show up later. Maybe just funky little squares forever...
The weather, the job, and the heating bills have all been somewhat trying recently. Add to that a perpetually busy toddler to keep up with, a new chiropractor, who I love, but who has me on a new and less satisfying workout routine, a mid-winter attack of the blues, I've had less time and/or been less enthused about writing.
*le sigh*
I'll get back into gear. I will. And on the bright side, I'm still very much enjoying my camera. I've manages to take photos daily. And only a couple of those days have I felt less than fully satisfied with what I've taken.
I think, because, I'm not feeling too chatty, I'll share some of the photos I've taken over the the last little bit.
Here Mozart is checking in with Santa, thanking him for the Fire Truck, and telling him he is too big to eat cookies.
And here, he is taking on the world - or at least the biggest train show in the country.
While I am SO over the cold, I'm pretty glad to have gotten this cracked bubble at 16 below.
I had intended on posting more, but it turns out my Chromebook doesn't want to upload photos right now, and Flickr doesn't allow copying photos, which I suppose is a good thing. But you can go to my Flickr site and look at them for yourself.
Yeah, and these little square things - they are my attempt to upload photos. I can't seem to erase them now that they are there. Maybe they'll show up later. Maybe just funky little squares forever...
It's just beautiful outside with a fresh new snow perfect for making snowmen. The snow is still sticking to each individual branch and it would be perfect for taking photos if the light were just a bit more crisp - not that "crisp" is really a description for light, but hey that's how I'm thinking this morning. While I haven't checked in here in awhile, I've been very, VERY busy over the last two weeks. Vacation always brings an avalanche of work on return. I've got an intern under me right now, so that in itself was much better than it could have been. The changes to our department, and how we manage our caseload, however, was Major, and came on the heels of getting caught up from being gone. It's a long day at the office when you don't leave until 3rd shift arrives.
All the changes to our case management, for as painful as they are now, will really be better in the long run, but at the same time as this is happening larger structural changes are taking place in the agency, which is putting A LOT of stress on management. This is trickling down in unpleasant ways. I won't get into the details. Suffice it to say, whereas my job has never been quite the match for me, in the past couple of weeks I've felt rather like it is more thankless and soul-sucking than ever.
On way in which unpleasantness has occurred, which found its way back home is punctuality. Generally I am on time, if not early to meetings, but there have been comments about locking doors so people cannot come in late, so as you can imagine, I've been putting a little more effort into getting there on early lately. On one of these mornings, Mozart was having a particularly bad time of it. I was getting him dressed and as TW popped out of the shower, I noticed the time. I say to Mozart that I've got to have Mommy finish up as they are cracking down on punctuality at work. Suddenly he is reduced to tears and telling me that I can't crack down. Poor kid, in his emotionally fragile state(little did I know he was on the verge of getting sick), probably had an image of me cracking like an egg shell.
While Mozart ended up missing a couple days of daycare, I've managed to stay mostly healthy. I've popped more Vitamin C and taken more elderberry syrup than average, and have managed to not come down with anything in full. This morning, though, on waking I felt rather drugged and like I could sleep another three hours when woken up at 9am! I've felt muscle-sore over the past two days, which seems to have gone today, but seriously - that is FOUR hours later than I usually sleep! So much for catching a few photos of the snow at dawn!
I've had my coffee now and am feeling a bit more alive. The snow hasn't melted off yet, so there is hope of getting a few shots if it can just brighten up a bit. And hope of getting my glasses adjusted, doing a bit of shopping, and perhaps building a snowman. If TW gets home in time I can even get to the gym. Maybe. Perhaps an Epson Salt bath would be a better option for today...
All the changes to our case management, for as painful as they are now, will really be better in the long run, but at the same time as this is happening larger structural changes are taking place in the agency, which is putting A LOT of stress on management. This is trickling down in unpleasant ways. I won't get into the details. Suffice it to say, whereas my job has never been quite the match for me, in the past couple of weeks I've felt rather like it is more thankless and soul-sucking than ever.
On way in which unpleasantness has occurred, which found its way back home is punctuality. Generally I am on time, if not early to meetings, but there have been comments about locking doors so people cannot come in late, so as you can imagine, I've been putting a little more effort into getting there on early lately. On one of these mornings, Mozart was having a particularly bad time of it. I was getting him dressed and as TW popped out of the shower, I noticed the time. I say to Mozart that I've got to have Mommy finish up as they are cracking down on punctuality at work. Suddenly he is reduced to tears and telling me that I can't crack down. Poor kid, in his emotionally fragile state(little did I know he was on the verge of getting sick), probably had an image of me cracking like an egg shell.
While Mozart ended up missing a couple days of daycare, I've managed to stay mostly healthy. I've popped more Vitamin C and taken more elderberry syrup than average, and have managed to not come down with anything in full. This morning, though, on waking I felt rather drugged and like I could sleep another three hours when woken up at 9am! I've felt muscle-sore over the past two days, which seems to have gone today, but seriously - that is FOUR hours later than I usually sleep! So much for catching a few photos of the snow at dawn!
I've had my coffee now and am feeling a bit more alive. The snow hasn't melted off yet, so there is hope of getting a few shots if it can just brighten up a bit. And hope of getting my glasses adjusted, doing a bit of shopping, and perhaps building a snowman. If TW gets home in time I can even get to the gym. Maybe. Perhaps an Epson Salt bath would be a better option for today...
Snippets.
Mozart: "I don't have to ride in a car seat any more cuz I have a big bum now. And I just have to ride in my truck now."
Me: "I don't think so, I you've got a a ways to go before your bum gets that big."
Mozart: "Yeah, but some day my bum gonna be BIG and I gonna ride in my truck."
Mozart, guarding his food (that is on his plate the table) and pointing to the cat (who is across the room looking uninterested in any human happenings): "No, Barfy, you can't eat my dinner! No, you go away!"
Mozart: "My thumb is broken."
Me: "Oh, that's serious."
Mozart: "Yeah, the doctor have to take it off."
Me: "Heavens, it's getting worse all the time!"
Mozart: "That's ok, it's just at the hospital and it be all right."
Mozart: "Mama, I wanna watch Grey's Amammotty just a little bit. Ok, here I go. Mama, everybody's sick. They are all in the hospital. Beep beeeeeep beep. I need GiGi bwankee. It will keep me warm. I better get down now. Ok, now we gonna slide around on my new sleigh. Noooo, not right now, I gonna fork. Where are the boxes? I gonna fork up those boxes. Ooooooh, me fork broke up."
TW: "Oh! Not it!"
Barfinator did his thing under the piano bench, close but not touching Mozart's stack of train tracks, and clearly it is I who will be cleaning it up.
Me: "Ewwww!"
Mozart: "Ohhh, my tracks!"
Me: "It's not your tracks, they're fine, Barfinator did it again. He puked."
Mozart: "He pooped! Oh! That's a big mess. A lot of poop."
Me: "Puke, honey, he puked. He threw up."
He then walks over to Barfinator and talking about and to him, "Oh, he is berry sick. Poor Honey Bunny, your tummy hurts. Where is your tummy? You gonna get better Honey Bunny. It be all right."
Me: "I don't think so, I you've got a a ways to go before your bum gets that big."
Mozart: "Yeah, but some day my bum gonna be BIG and I gonna ride in my truck."
Mozart, guarding his food (that is on his plate the table) and pointing to the cat (who is across the room looking uninterested in any human happenings): "No, Barfy, you can't eat my dinner! No, you go away!"
Mozart: "My thumb is broken."
Me: "Oh, that's serious."
Mozart: "Yeah, the doctor have to take it off."
Me: "Heavens, it's getting worse all the time!"
Mozart: "That's ok, it's just at the hospital and it be all right."
Mozart: "Mama, I wanna watch Grey's Amammotty just a little bit. Ok, here I go. Mama, everybody's sick. They are all in the hospital. Beep beeeeeep beep. I need GiGi bwankee. It will keep me warm. I better get down now. Ok, now we gonna slide around on my new sleigh. Noooo, not right now, I gonna fork. Where are the boxes? I gonna fork up those boxes. Ooooooh, me fork broke up."
TW: "Oh! Not it!"
Barfinator did his thing under the piano bench, close but not touching Mozart's stack of train tracks, and clearly it is I who will be cleaning it up.
Me: "Ewwww!"
Mozart: "Ohhh, my tracks!"
Me: "It's not your tracks, they're fine, Barfinator did it again. He puked."
Mozart: "He pooped! Oh! That's a big mess. A lot of poop."
Me: "Puke, honey, he puked. He threw up."
He then walks over to Barfinator and talking about and to him, "Oh, he is berry sick. Poor Honey Bunny, your tummy hurts. Where is your tummy? You gonna get better Honey Bunny. It be all right."
Mozart-isms
This morning, as most mornings, Mozart started the morning by asking, "Mama, are you all dressed?"
I was not dressed as he had woken a bit earlier than usual, and was still in my workout clothes. I said no, and he said, "Oh, yeah, you still have your fluffy on."
My "fluffy" is my fleece pull-over.
We went downstairs and he noted that there was still a glass on the table from dinner last night, to which he declared, "That was salty water. I don't like salty water."
Fear not, I am not serving him saltwater. We had seltzer. I've tried to explain that the zing is bubbles or sparkles, but he insists there is too much salt in that water.
Finally, breakfast done, he wants to play rather than come upstairs with me. This is not part of the deal so so I said he could play with his airplane or forklift upstairs, and he said, "Yeah, I just gonna fork you some more."
That last one makes me crack up every time he says it, especially when he says, "I gonna fork you up!"
I was not dressed as he had woken a bit earlier than usual, and was still in my workout clothes. I said no, and he said, "Oh, yeah, you still have your fluffy on."
My "fluffy" is my fleece pull-over.
We went downstairs and he noted that there was still a glass on the table from dinner last night, to which he declared, "That was salty water. I don't like salty water."
Fear not, I am not serving him saltwater. We had seltzer. I've tried to explain that the zing is bubbles or sparkles, but he insists there is too much salt in that water.
Finally, breakfast done, he wants to play rather than come upstairs with me. This is not part of the deal so so I said he could play with his airplane or forklift upstairs, and he said, "Yeah, I just gonna fork you some more."
That last one makes me crack up every time he says it, especially when he says, "I gonna fork you up!"
A New Year
Though we missed the plane on the way out, and I dislocated my shoulder on the way back, our trip was really quite lovely.
I'm not one for new year resolutions, but I do like to make goals for myself from time to time, and I suppose the 1st day of the year is a good a time as any to do so.
My first goal is to take a photo that I am pleased with daily. Getting a fancy-pants camera for a Christmas gift truly does help with this endeavor. I opened a Flickr account to have a place to display them, though they won't all be there. I'm posting only photos that will be for full public viewing, and I imagine that a number of the photos that please me will be of Mozart as he is my most frequent target. I may post some of the photos here, but if you really want to see what I've been doing check out my Flickr site. Give me feedback, I'd love to hear!
Other goals are to continue at the gym, eat more healthy, be more present with Mozart, and be more proactive in finding peace and happiness within myself, rather than just going along for the ride.
I'm not one for new year resolutions, but I do like to make goals for myself from time to time, and I suppose the 1st day of the year is a good a time as any to do so.
My first goal is to take a photo that I am pleased with daily. Getting a fancy-pants camera for a Christmas gift truly does help with this endeavor. I opened a Flickr account to have a place to display them, though they won't all be there. I'm posting only photos that will be for full public viewing, and I imagine that a number of the photos that please me will be of Mozart as he is my most frequent target. I may post some of the photos here, but if you really want to see what I've been doing check out my Flickr site. Give me feedback, I'd love to hear!
Other goals are to continue at the gym, eat more healthy, be more present with Mozart, and be more proactive in finding peace and happiness within myself, rather than just going along for the ride.
3 Minutes.
We missed the plane by three minutes.
We thought we'd make it. Right up until the time that the woman at the gate said, "You missed the plane." Now, since the time was seven minutes prior to take-off, I thought that she surely was joking and would soon smile and let us on.
Not so much.
The plane was still at the gate, but they stop boarding 10 minutes before. And so that is why we missed it by three minutes.
Not that we didn't leave the house 5.5 hours early or anything. *sigh* Had everything gone as planned we would have been at the gate with almost three hours to spare. But no. We got nearly halfway to the airport and realized that we'd forgotten Mozart's birth certificate. The last time we flew we were told we would need it. That put us a good step behind. Then Boston traffic. Then the shuttle from parking was delayed as it had to get gas. Then the TSA line. Oh Lord, the TSA lines. Any one of those things not happening and we would have been able to catch that flight.
After begging our way past some people in the TSA line, then getting stopped by a haughty young man who very calmly said, "Well, my plane is boarding too," finally making our way through security, and hauling A$$ through the longest terminal run I've seen, with TW pulling Mozart behind in a GoGoBabyz - hands and feet waving and singing "weeeeeeeee", and me trailing behind carrying and pulling all the bags and coats, and nearly having an asthma attack, we just didn't make it.
They did rebook us on the 6am flight the next morning. We are very fortunate in that respect. And we had a very lovely, albeit overpriced even at "distressed passenger rates", night at the Hilton where we got a full 3.5 hrs sleep before getting up and in a much calmer fashion got to the gate in time to board!
And we even got to Nana & Grandad's house in time for the party that was scheduled for 10am.
We thought we'd make it. Right up until the time that the woman at the gate said, "You missed the plane." Now, since the time was seven minutes prior to take-off, I thought that she surely was joking and would soon smile and let us on.
Not so much.
The plane was still at the gate, but they stop boarding 10 minutes before. And so that is why we missed it by three minutes.
Not that we didn't leave the house 5.5 hours early or anything. *sigh* Had everything gone as planned we would have been at the gate with almost three hours to spare. But no. We got nearly halfway to the airport and realized that we'd forgotten Mozart's birth certificate. The last time we flew we were told we would need it. That put us a good step behind. Then Boston traffic. Then the shuttle from parking was delayed as it had to get gas. Then the TSA line. Oh Lord, the TSA lines. Any one of those things not happening and we would have been able to catch that flight.
After begging our way past some people in the TSA line, then getting stopped by a haughty young man who very calmly said, "Well, my plane is boarding too," finally making our way through security, and hauling A$$ through the longest terminal run I've seen, with TW pulling Mozart behind in a GoGoBabyz - hands and feet waving and singing "weeeeeeeee", and me trailing behind carrying and pulling all the bags and coats, and nearly having an asthma attack, we just didn't make it.
They did rebook us on the 6am flight the next morning. We are very fortunate in that respect. And we had a very lovely, albeit overpriced even at "distressed passenger rates", night at the Hilton where we got a full 3.5 hrs sleep before getting up and in a much calmer fashion got to the gate in time to board!
And we even got to Nana & Grandad's house in time for the party that was scheduled for 10am.
We are recovered.
And just in time for two dumpings of snow. Beautiful, but I've had enough shoveling for the winter, thanks.
Prancer is down with it, though, and so we had to postpone our Christmas with him. It was the saddest thing ~ I shoveled all morning so I could get the car out of the driveway and called over to verify we'd be picking him up shortly. He answered in a not-so-bright voice and when asked how his morning was instead of the usual re-telling of various cartoons or trouble he'd gotten into, I got a weak sounding, "Not good." So hopefully we'll be able to reschedule.
Thankfully, Mozart is fully recovered (and I didn't succumb). When he was well enough, we went over to Mme. Child's house for dinner. While the adults were in the kitchen the children played quietly. Though we didn't *think* too quietly. Alas, a bloodied Mozart came into the room after having "crashed the angels". Mme. Child's very precious Lenox angels. Two of them. And a snowman. And a Santa. They could not be salvaged, though we were able to salvage Mozart's hands with several bandages.
Next day we went to the children's party at my work. Mozart, of course, thought Santa had come to see him exclusively. He could have held court on the man's lap for hours. Before he was convinced not to take up any more time, Santa asked what happened to his hands, to which he replied, matter-of-factly, "Oh, those just my Angel Boo-Boos."
The Angel Boo-Boos have nearly healed and don't need bandages any longer, and though Mozart would clearly like to have them, he can now be distracted away from needing them.
One last tale:
This morning I had been out shoveling from the wee hours. When I cam back in I hear, "Mama! I am awake! I am in a good mood!" Very pleased by this, I go to collect him for breakfast. While getting it together, he says, "I had good dreams. So, I am in a good mood." I asked him what his dreams were about, thinking they were likely about Santa or fire trucks as these are the things he talks most about these days, but his reply: "COOKIES! Lots of them!!!"
Prancer is down with it, though, and so we had to postpone our Christmas with him. It was the saddest thing ~ I shoveled all morning so I could get the car out of the driveway and called over to verify we'd be picking him up shortly. He answered in a not-so-bright voice and when asked how his morning was instead of the usual re-telling of various cartoons or trouble he'd gotten into, I got a weak sounding, "Not good." So hopefully we'll be able to reschedule.
Thankfully, Mozart is fully recovered (and I didn't succumb). When he was well enough, we went over to Mme. Child's house for dinner. While the adults were in the kitchen the children played quietly. Though we didn't *think* too quietly. Alas, a bloodied Mozart came into the room after having "crashed the angels". Mme. Child's very precious Lenox angels. Two of them. And a snowman. And a Santa. They could not be salvaged, though we were able to salvage Mozart's hands with several bandages.
Next day we went to the children's party at my work. Mozart, of course, thought Santa had come to see him exclusively. He could have held court on the man's lap for hours. Before he was convinced not to take up any more time, Santa asked what happened to his hands, to which he replied, matter-of-factly, "Oh, those just my Angel Boo-Boos."
The Angel Boo-Boos have nearly healed and don't need bandages any longer, and though Mozart would clearly like to have them, he can now be distracted away from needing them.
One last tale:
This morning I had been out shoveling from the wee hours. When I cam back in I hear, "Mama! I am awake! I am in a good mood!" Very pleased by this, I go to collect him for breakfast. While getting it together, he says, "I had good dreams. So, I am in a good mood." I asked him what his dreams were about, thinking they were likely about Santa or fire trucks as these are the things he talks most about these days, but his reply: "COOKIES! Lots of them!!!"
A Bad Thing.
This past week has been consumed by the dreaded stomach bug. First Mozart, then TW. I have gratefully (am now I am furiously knocking on wood) managed to avoid it. There have been many comical moments during this time. Many not-so-comical moments. I will share some of the comical:
Mozart, through barely open, puffed up and watery eyes, in a tired and barely audible voice, "No, I good. I not sick anymore. Went to the doctor. All better now." And then he promptly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, "Mama, I awake now. Let's go downstairs, have breakfast." Me, "No, sweetheart, it's still sleeping time." Mozart, "Ok, I just need some water. Can I have some water?" Me, "Yes, of course, where is your cup?" He pulls it out and shows it to me, and I say, "Go ahead. Have some." He looks surprised by the idea, and said, "Can I?" Me, "Yes, darling, go ahead." He drinks deeply and says, "Thanks. Now you can turn off the light."
Yesterday morning, while I was not sure I would get by without a run-in with said stomach bug, I sat, feeling rather green, and had a large bowl next to me. Mozart comes over, looks at me, looks at the bowl, picks it up and fake-pukes into the bowl. Charming. Very charming.
I will not share the not-so-comical moments of the last week. They are just too horrible.
Mozart, through barely open, puffed up and watery eyes, in a tired and barely audible voice, "No, I good. I not sick anymore. Went to the doctor. All better now." And then he promptly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, "Mama, I awake now. Let's go downstairs, have breakfast." Me, "No, sweetheart, it's still sleeping time." Mozart, "Ok, I just need some water. Can I have some water?" Me, "Yes, of course, where is your cup?" He pulls it out and shows it to me, and I say, "Go ahead. Have some." He looks surprised by the idea, and said, "Can I?" Me, "Yes, darling, go ahead." He drinks deeply and says, "Thanks. Now you can turn off the light."
Yesterday morning, while I was not sure I would get by without a run-in with said stomach bug, I sat, feeling rather green, and had a large bowl next to me. Mozart comes over, looks at me, looks at the bowl, picks it up and fake-pukes into the bowl. Charming. Very charming.
I will not share the not-so-comical moments of the last week. They are just too horrible.
A Good Thing.
I could look back and see if I mentioned it, but don't have the time. I joined the Y again back in September. YIPPEEE! I feel so, SO much better when I exercise regularly. And so I have been. Five days a week, with the exception of holidays, one sick day and one overslept day, I have been regularly since I joined. I went from being winded to with 10 minutes of fast walking on the treadmill to now being able to, just this morning, jog for 28 minutes!! When I hit my 30 minute goal of stamina, I'll increase the speed bit by bit, or do intervals or something.
In addition to being exceedingly proud of myself (I think I deserve to pat myself on the back a bit), I have more energy in general, and my face has thinned out. I haven't lost any actual weight - in fact I may be a couple pounds heavier, but honestly, I feel good.
In addition to being exceedingly proud of myself (I think I deserve to pat myself on the back a bit), I have more energy in general, and my face has thinned out. I haven't lost any actual weight - in fact I may be a couple pounds heavier, but honestly, I feel good.
I should post.
Haven't really been inspired to write since BatCat died, but I figure that I'd better get back to it or I'll drop off again like I did with the last blog. Stubby has been let back into the house. 1st Floor only. Not full time, yet, as he'd have none of that since he now likes the out of doors. I had given away all indoor-cat-related things when both cats were relegated to the outdoors, so the day after we lost BatCat, I headed over to Tractor Supply and got a new litter box, a great supply of litter, a scoop, a couple cat toys, Nature's Miracle (which, thankfully, we've yet to use), and Feline Pet Ease (the equivalent of a natural Xanax for cats).
At first Stubby was scared to even come in at all. Then when he realized that this would be where his meals were, he started arriving at the door at the appointed times. It has been easier to get him to stay inside at night as Mozart goes to bed about the time he gets fed, so the environment is much calmer. He has stayed inside a handful of day, but even when he does, it seems like he needs his fix of the outdoors for a little bit in the evenings. Mozart doesn't help. In fact, I'm not so sure it's the outdoors so much as the need-to-get-away-from-that-insane-moving-beast-of-a-toddler that has him wanting to go out in the evenings.
He has been a bit of a love though. We are doing our best to love him up as much as possible. For the day or so after we found BatCat, he seemed out of sorts - maybe it was just us, but it did seem that he missed her in a way. I just want him to be happy. And not leave pee-puddles to attend to.
At first Stubby was scared to even come in at all. Then when he realized that this would be where his meals were, he started arriving at the door at the appointed times. It has been easier to get him to stay inside at night as Mozart goes to bed about the time he gets fed, so the environment is much calmer. He has stayed inside a handful of day, but even when he does, it seems like he needs his fix of the outdoors for a little bit in the evenings. Mozart doesn't help. In fact, I'm not so sure it's the outdoors so much as the need-to-get-away-from-that-insane-moving-beast-of-a-toddler that has him wanting to go out in the evenings.
He has been a bit of a love though. We are doing our best to love him up as much as possible. For the day or so after we found BatCat, he seemed out of sorts - maybe it was just us, but it did seem that he missed her in a way. I just want him to be happy. And not leave pee-puddles to attend to.
And then there was one.
There's no way to soften the blow. TW came home from work on her lunch break and found BatCat. Dead. She called me at work but I was busy. She called back twice more within minutes and so I excused myself and got the news.
I am heartbroken, but I cannot imagine what TW is going through. She got BatCat before she met me and when she was having a very hard time. She has often referred to how much support she got from her. And that they are kindred spirit or a kind of soul mates. And after finding her she couldn't even grieve properly as she had to go back to work.
In tears, I got off work an hour early, dropped Mozart off at Mme. Child's, stopped at the store and got several bags of ice, then went home to ensure BatCat's stability until we can decide what to do (burial or cremation) and where it will happen. I got flowers, wine and ice cream for TW, and then picked up the boy.
I explained to him that Mommy is sad and so she might be crying a little bit tonight. He wanted to know where her boo-boo is and I told him it is in her heart. He offered to "give her hug and I fix it." He is a wonderful child. Since we got home he has been checking in with her and giving hugs.
TW and I haven't had a chance to talk yet, so Mozart doesn't know the reason that Mommy has a boo-boo on her heart. I'm thinking of telling him that BatCat had to move to a happy cat place, and we are sad because we didn't know she had to move away until she was gone. Or, because we have already referred to people who have died as living in our hearts, that she lives in our hearts now. And if he asks why Mommy's heart has a boo-boo, then we'll say that it sometimes hurts little when people (or cats) move from living with us to living in our hearts.
Well. I'll keep thinking on this. If you have an ideas for telling him or dealing with the loss of a pet, by all means, let me know.
I am heartbroken, but I cannot imagine what TW is going through. She got BatCat before she met me and when she was having a very hard time. She has often referred to how much support she got from her. And that they are kindred spirit or a kind of soul mates. And after finding her she couldn't even grieve properly as she had to go back to work.
In tears, I got off work an hour early, dropped Mozart off at Mme. Child's, stopped at the store and got several bags of ice, then went home to ensure BatCat's stability until we can decide what to do (burial or cremation) and where it will happen. I got flowers, wine and ice cream for TW, and then picked up the boy.
I explained to him that Mommy is sad and so she might be crying a little bit tonight. He wanted to know where her boo-boo is and I told him it is in her heart. He offered to "give her hug and I fix it." He is a wonderful child. Since we got home he has been checking in with her and giving hugs.
TW and I haven't had a chance to talk yet, so Mozart doesn't know the reason that Mommy has a boo-boo on her heart. I'm thinking of telling him that BatCat had to move to a happy cat place, and we are sad because we didn't know she had to move away until she was gone. Or, because we have already referred to people who have died as living in our hearts, that she lives in our hearts now. And if he asks why Mommy's heart has a boo-boo, then we'll say that it sometimes hurts little when people (or cats) move from living with us to living in our hearts.
Well. I'll keep thinking on this. If you have an ideas for telling him or dealing with the loss of a pet, by all means, let me know.
Success!
I'm running this morning, but I just have to announce: BOTH CATS ARE USING THE HOUSE!!!
I seem to go in spurts with my posts, and while I have lots that I've thought about posting - so, so need to show off the Halloween costume that I did for Mozart, for instance - the last week has been a flurry of activity and it seems that it will continue for a day or so more. So wait with anticipation for that Halloween post, but not with bated breath please, as I don't want to be responsible for anyone passing out.
I seem to go in spurts with my posts, and while I have lots that I've thought about posting - so, so need to show off the Halloween costume that I did for Mozart, for instance - the last week has been a flurry of activity and it seems that it will continue for a day or so more. So wait with anticipation for that Halloween post, but not with bated breath please, as I don't want to be responsible for anyone passing out.
Another small fan.
About a week ago, I noticed that the bedtime routine between Mommy and Mozart had lengthened. I found myself wondering if she started reading Harry Potter to him. I had no real reason to suspect this, aside from her unwavering love for all things Harry Potter. I mean, I knew it would happen sometime, but I thought it would be when he was closer to seven. I listened to snippets of story telling from in the room, but nothing seemed to suggest anything out of the norm.
My suspicions have been confirmed over the last week, however, when Mozart began wanting to "fly 'round the house." When he, out of the blue, yells, "Gryffindor!" at the top of his lungs and when the following conversation occurs:
Mozart: I just wanna play magic. I need a magic wand.
Mommy: You have to be 11 to have a magic wand.
Mozart: I am 11.
Mommy: Not yet. You need to turn 3, and then 4, and then 5, and then 6, and then 7, and then, well all the way up to 11.
Mozart: No. I wanna play magic. Turn me into 11.
Mommy (attempting with all her might to lock the window): Oh, Farqwod.
Mozarti: Oh, God.
Both moms laugh hysterically for several minutes.
Mozart: You did it Mommy? You gonna turn my hat in a toad?
And so it goes...
My suspicions have been confirmed over the last week, however, when Mozart began wanting to "fly 'round the house." When he, out of the blue, yells, "Gryffindor!" at the top of his lungs and when the following conversation occurs:
Mozart: I just wanna play magic. I need a magic wand.
Mommy: You have to be 11 to have a magic wand.
Mozart: I am 11.
Mommy: Not yet. You need to turn 3, and then 4, and then 5, and then 6, and then 7, and then, well all the way up to 11.
Mozart: No. I wanna play magic. Turn me into 11.
Mommy (attempting with all her might to lock the window): Oh, Farqwod.
Mozarti: Oh, God.
Both moms laugh hysterically for several minutes.
Mozart: You did it Mommy? You gonna turn my hat in a toad?
And so it goes...
Sister Crime Boss Speaks Again.
As I was writing about the bat, I was reminded of how fascinated Sister Crime Boss was about the first incident. Today, when I updated her that we are again awaiting the results of rabies testing, she said that she hopes it turns out ok. I misunderstood and thought she meant that she hopes the bat is ok. I reminded her that the bat has certainly met its demise due to the testing.
Her response? "Oh, good." And then to clarify, "I'm a lover of all creatures great and small, but it a bat came around, that's it."
As a reminder, she prefers freezing them to death rather than anything less pleasant.
Her response? "Oh, good." And then to clarify, "I'm a lover of all creatures great and small, but it a bat came around, that's it."
As a reminder, she prefers freezing them to death rather than anything less pleasant.
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