Little Kite Girl

So, after a few weeks of a brief disturbance Camper is back to his cheerful self again.  That is, when he’s getting what he wants.  He’s starting to pitch a mini fit (I don’t think he knows how to pitch a whole fit, and usually his fits involve crying on my shoulder and hugging me) when he has to be taken away from something he wants to do.  But after 3 days of making him go to bed at bedtime he’s back to going through the routine and then snuggling into his bed and waving “Bye Bye” and just…going to sleep.

It’s fabulous.

But if there’s anything this kid has taught me it’s that he can change his mind at any time.  And it could be tomorrow.

Also, he’s starting to eat a few more things.  Not a lot, mind you, but a few.  I’m trying to get him sitting at the table like a big boy, and he seems to like it.  This of course, means I have to have everyone’s dinner ready by the time he eats- which is a little after 5 these days, but it’s worth it to see him try to knaw on a pork chop.  I’ll give him credit, he tries just about everything before rejecting it.  And he’s started to say, “Num.  Num!  Numnumnumnum.” Which I really like.

He’s actually just talking a lot more these days in general.

Is it bad that I let him eat banana with every meal because he requests it by name? Hmmmm….

We’re just in a whole new world with closed-mouth kisses every  half an hour (MwaaaaaAAA!) and lots of cuddles and a little boy who just likes to be part of things.  It’s a good little world.

And now, with that, I go to sleep.

Goodnight.

It’s been awhile.  This past weekend I went away, without Camper, for the first time EVER.  I was away for about…34 hours?  And it took me days to prepare and then a couple days to recuperate.

Sad.

I went to VA to visit one of my Scranton girls who is getting married next month.  She had her wedding shower, and I have to say, it was one of the best showers I’ve ever been to.

I want to write so much about how much fun I had, how much Camper has grown and how it was so hard and also…easy…to leave him for a couple days…but I’m just

tired.

So tired.

I don’t even know why!

So perhaps tomorrow, no piano, no doctor’s appointments, no jury duty, no plane trips.  Maybe then I can really really tell you what’s up around here.

But now it’s time for Idol.  And Glee.

Until then, I leave you with a baby kiss.  Nothing better.

What day is today?  Wednesday.  Yeah.

Today started off GREAT.  John didn’t go to work til noon.  We had a playdate in which Camper got to play with TWINS.  Which is cool because he burned TWICE THE ENERGY.  And I think he learned some new things.  This afternoon he started to say, “blocks” and “school.”  He also finally got it together enough to push himself forward on his little cart thinger. (As opposed to backwards. Only.)

Then a crapload of stuff happened in what seemed like 5 minutes, my Mother got called into work and I had to go to the doctor (bruising me blood taker nurse ow!) and being the GREAT SHARER like she is, my Mom went with me to help with Camper and then let me take her car which meant I dropped her off at work and then needed to pick her up before a meeting I had at 5:30, and in the meantime I went grocery shopping.

And then I texted John, put my phone down, picked it up, and it was dead.

And then I almost got my mom’s car stuck in the mud.

Then I sat down in my meeting after parking in a weird spot and running across the road and getting yelled at because of my penmanship and turned to the woman sitting next to me and said, “I feel like the lone stooge.”  And she just looked at me and turned away.

And then my night was complete.

Except that then I got home and while I was putting my baby to bed for an hour my Mom went to get me a toasty grinder.

Because I have excellent family.  And even though John has to work til LATE, she’s got my back, yo. (On a day when she got a parking citation AND got called into work AND missed the delivery of her NEW LAPTOP!)

Yo.

Oh, and my phone is ok now. Who knows what the crap happened.

So after my weekly (haha, yeah right) breakdown yesterday crying about life and just freaking out in general about holycraplaundrydustingdishesyourdayoffwewon’tdoanythingfuntogether John was like, “Hey, why don’t you go get your toes done?” Yes, expensive. But less expensive than therapy. Or so I hear.

I asked my mother to come along and we went to yet ANOTHER place looking for a replacement for the great Spicy Nails we found in Utah when I was pregnant.

We sat down in the chairs and stuck our feet in the water and I thought I was going to DIE. It was like when you stick your foot in the bath and it hurts and itches at the same time and you hop around the bathroom all nekked and then have to stand there with your arms wrapped around yourself with the cool water on for a few. Except that I was not nekked, not alone, and the guy doing my nails looked at me like, “Wimp.” So I just closed my eyes and tried to bear it. Then I noticed a weird kind of bubble/soap globule floating on top of the water that looked mysteriously like the weird bubbles floating in the hot tub the night of the Victoria’s Secret Whirlpool Dermititus Incident. (Yeah. That landed me in the hospital with a fever, a rash and a doctor thinking I had shingles and hooking me up to IV’s when really I just needed some meds cause the hot tub was CONTAMINATED.) I tried not to think about it. The guy took my foot out of the water and started to do his thing, except that my foot looked like a bloated lobster.

So he added some cool water.

So after that it went ok, except for the fact that the whole process (Spa Pedicure? Anyone?) involved a few different kinds of scrubbing, clipping and moisturizing. At one point they put my feet in plastic bags full of searing hot wax while putting icy cold lotion on my calves, and I literally thought,

“Holy crap. I’m going to pee myself.”

Meanwhile my Mom is fine. Shes takes REALLY HOT baths, so the heat wasn’t getting to her.

They finally got my feet scrubbed and pruned and de-waxed and started the whole toe-nail painting process. I stared in wonder at my legs and felt like my feet were very, very clean. And then all of a sudden we were done and my mom and I looked at each other and were like, “That’s it?” To have all of that deliberation just to have it end like that. I don’t know what I was expecting at the end but it definitely would have included more hurting and more blood. (Oh yeah, did I tell you at one point my mother and I both saw blood coming out of my foot into the water? Huh? He didn’t say anything so neither did I.)

And while we were waiting for our toes to dry a woman from CANADA (she announced it very loudly) came in to get her eyebrows waxed. She had to sit on a kitchen stool as the guy kind of straddled her to get at her eyebrows. Eyebrows and lap dance in one, apparently. How awkward. I wonder if she tipped extra.

So yeah. I don’t think we’ll go back to that place. But they look pretty.

Yeah.

There is a song we sing in our church which contains the lyrics:

“Come little child and together we’ll learn of his commandments that we may return home to his presence to live in his sight, always, always to walk in the light.”

Now, aside from the random Hocus Pocus feelings googling those lyrics brought up for me (I remember them when singing them, but not when I go to blog) I also conjure up a very real moment from my childhood when I sat, hyped up on sugar from candies surely containing Yellow 5 (super Yum) singing about how we wanted to return to God.  Because God had presents, yo.

No wonder I’m so messed up. (Due to the the willful and selfish misunderstanding of doctrine, not the Yellow 5.  I’m sure that did little more than make me happy at the time.)