Little Kite Girl

My little dapper Sunday dude.  I can’t bring myself to buy “Sunday” shoes yet.  I did the Chuck look.

We took a break from playing trains to play with Playdough.  And he made trains.

Ah, some of the first sunny days when we can see the lawn again.  I’m not posting the pictures of the snow in the shady areas of the lawn.

He’s amazed by the blue sky, and the clouds.  It’s been such a long winter.

A little lesson.

I think he might need a bigger slide…

I wish this picture had focused right.  But I still love it!

The boy loves his swing!

First, let me start by saying I might have to buy a Justin Beiber album.  Did I spell his name right?  I don’t know.  But it’s just so PEPPY.  BABY BABY BABY.

Moving on.

So, we’re experiencing seasons of warmer weather here in the New England area.  It was 50 degrees today.  The snow at the end of the driveway has melted enough that we can see over it while driving again.  So that’s a plus. It seemed like it was raining all day, but it wasn’t.  The world was simply melting.  I’d like to say it’s beautiful, but actually…it’s not.  It’s damp and the snow is covered in dirt and icy scabs are blocking entrances to driveways and parking lots, and you can be walking along on pavement all nice and confident-like and then all of the sudden hit a patch of ice and fall on your back, the contents of your bag scattered all over the dirty ground.  Not that that’s happened to me recently or anything.

I was driving by a local elementary school when I noticed a quote on the board that usually announces parent teacher conferences, breaks, and the like.  It was from a kid in the kindergarten class (I think?) and it said something to the effect of: I think we got more winter than we need this year.  For shiz. Yo.

We also had to go replace the tires and get one of the rims fixed on our Subaru.  The culprit? A pothole.  I hit it at school the other night and it was the kind of pothole that makes your tailbone make contact with the center of the earth. I had no idea that a pothole could cause that kind of damage.

Which is awesome, because my computer died last week.  And I got a new one.  So basically, good bye tax return. We’re bleeding chips, yo.

Sigh.

But all in all, we’re pretty happy right now.  John is enjoying his new job.  I like seeing him come into the driveway 10 minutes after he leaves work.  I still love school.  And although Cy asks for his pah every few days, he cuddles his puppy and goes to bed like he didn’t spend two years with it.

Let’s just hope nothing else breaks, and that green pokes through the gray snow sooner than later.

*Disclaimer.  I wrote this post very late at night (for me) and cannot be held accountable for the lack of sense it makes, or the amount of times I used the word “forthcoming,” either correctly or incorrectly.  That is all.

SERIOUSLY. I am so hungry today.  1o:30pm peanut butter toast here I come.  Bad weigh in Tuesday morning, also forthcoming.

But, in other news…

Here, for your interest and perusing needs, are my Confessions.  (Upper-case to be cool.  Like Usher.)

I just finished my super-important grad school homework while listening to Phineas and Ferb, on in the background.

I’m very pleased with the way my Kindle case accents my iPhone case. (Yay Kindle! I got it with all the money I saved on books this semester!  Yay for PDFs and Kindle text books.  Story forthcoming. Perhaps.)

We’re taking the Pahs away this Friday, and I’m terrified.  TERRIFIED. (Hint: Pah is what’s in his mouth. And no, I don’t know why he calls it that.  It started as “Pah Pah” and became just “Pah.”)

John already filed our taxes.  And this is one of the reasons I love him so.

I want to see Gnomeo and Juliet. (Elton John and Nelly Furtado, yo!)

Earlier tonight my friend Lindsey and I exchanged phone pics of our hair, the whole bathroom mirror phone blocking our faces situation.  Twas awesome.

My son works out more than I do.

I must have a fan on when I sleep.

I’m sure there’s more.  But like I said, plans.

I started my classes again today.  A new semester.

I started my afternoon by sitting in the parking lot of the building texting John about my social anxiety.  No matter how hard I try to ignore it, I always feel like my jeans are wrong, my hair is stupid, and that I’m either too old or too young for present company.  He reassured me and I went in.

I went in and took off my coat.  And then caught a couple of people (around 40ish) staring at me from the other side of the room.  I didn’t know what they were looking at until my hand brushed the paper towel I stuck into my collar before leaving the house, because, you see, I wanted to eat an Incredible Hulk Popsicle while driving and didn’t want to look stupid with blue drips on my shirt when I got to school.

One of them said, “Late lunch?”

Definitely younger this time.  Definitely.

(In case you’re not sure what an ice luge is, this is hysterical.  Although it might only be funny to someone who already knew.  Whatever.  Moving on.)

Snow day! Oh happy snow day.  Or something.

It was snowing pretty heavily this morning, which is not uncommon around here in late January.  However, the skies promised freezing rain, which adds some…complications to the day.  John had to go to work (yay new job!) but I opted out of an early morning meeting to sit around the living room and complain about the weather.

We colored some shapes. And made some forts.

Until forts weren’t fun anymore.

Watched Toy Story Two (RED TOY STORY!) and I reassured Cy at the appropriate places.  (Buzz: YOU KILLED MY FATHER! Zurg: I AM your father! Cy: Ok, Mommy? Mommy: It’s going to be ok Cy.)

I did laundry.  We napped.

And then I heard someone snowblowing the backyard.  I thought to myself, “Holy crap, the electricity is out and my Dad is trying to get to the woodpile!” But then I realized I was brushing my teeth and felt relieved.  And then I realized that my toothbrush is battery operated and felt generally confused. (Naps will do that to you.)

But no, there was no power outage.  My Father was simply making a “track.”

And it provided much needed outdoor fun.  Until the freezing rain started plonking down on Cy’s snowsuit and it was time to come in.

So post library books and Tag Junior time…it’s time for more Toy Story 2.

Sigh.

Hello.  I know it’s been awhile.  Let me explain.

For some reason, my child has become extra clingy the last few weeks.  I think it helps that we’ve all cycled through the flu.  I think I started it…and it was pretty harsh.  The highlight was when John gave me some NyQuil, and then I puked up green Ramen.  And I really do mean it when I say that was the highlight.  Cy got it next, had his first puking experience ever.  We showed him how to aim for “the puke bowl.”  Do you guys have one of those?  And then for hours after his sickness had passed he continued to pretend to play sick, leaning over the bowl and heaving, and saying, “Cecils in there?” (For those who have forgotten: Cecils = noodles.  And we don’t know why.)  John was number three, and I gave him so much NyQuil that he pretty much slept for 24 hours straight and was able to go to work today.  And although my Mom said she wasn’t sick, just cold…this afternoon has proven that she is the latest victim to the sickness that just won’t.go.away.

And that, my friends, was the rundown that no one needed.

Other than that, I finished this module teaching and will be taking a mod off so that I can accommodate more piano students (I’m up to 10 now) and take 3 classes at UMass.

As for what I’ve done with my leisure time, a lot of Cy-time.  And I’ve been spending Cy’s naptimes lately listening to Harry Potter on my phone and trying to decide between a Nook and a Kindle- which I’m convincing myself is a good buy because a) I can get textbooks on it and b) we’ll save tons on books in general and c) BOTH JOHN AND I REALLY REALLY WANT IT.  I think it might be my birthday present/our tax return present/our new job celebration all rolled into one.

As for the new job, YES.  JOHN HAS ONE.  The one, in fact, that we wanted when we moved here two years ago.  And it’s proving to be a really, really good job.  Good enough that we keep talking about things like choosing pre-schools and neighborhoods to buy houses in and long-term plans for paying off our student debt (a conversation that we avoided before because the answer was always “I DON’T KNOW OK OH MY GOSH LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE! AHHHH!”)

I think I expected to wake up every day of this first week and feel overwhelming joy, but instead I wake up and think, “Yes.  This is how it should be.”  Don’t misunderstand, I realize that this change in our life has been really long in coming, and I am grateful for it and know where it came from. (Origin of blessing being a combination God’s hand working directly in our lives and our hard work.  I’ve been half-patient and half-angry at God for a long time concerning our circumstances, but I guess it was “anger unto faith.”  Meaning it’s the kind of anger that proves that I believe He’s there because how can you be so angry at someone who doesn’t exist? And in some muddled way it must have come out as faith because BLESSINGS.)

So yeah.  All of that.  I’m right now in the few days between finishing up teaching and starting school, mostly just resting a lot because the  flu kicked my butt.  And now I have weekends with my husband.  And I’m grateful.

The end.