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April 27, 2007
Easter egg hunt, year one.
This was the first of many easter egg hunts we're sure to frequent. There was an egg lust in the eyes of many three-year olds... if only the same intensity could be applied to broccoli eating.
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April 24, 2007
Ma-maaaaa!!!
The scene:
Gus is in bed. It's 9:15pm. John is downstairs; I'm washing dishes (because I should, because I'm an adult, because piles are bad bad bad...and I'm way too good at piles).
I'm clanging a pot in the sink. I am ALMOST done. Pile defeat is almost mine.
But wait... I hear something faint, under the swoosh of the water, under the clang of the pot. It's Gus... what is he saying?
I turn off the water to listen.
Gus: "Mama! You're making too much noise! It's waking me up and making me so angry."
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, Gus, I'll try to be more quiet. Thank you for telling me how you feel."
Gus: "People don't make loud noises."
Me: "You're right, I should be more quiet."
Gus: "Papa doesn't... I don't... YOU do."
Me: (trying not to burst with laughter) "You're right, I do."
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April 19, 2007
little dude
Eli is showing off his first haircut. Looking sharp, E.
It was time. I kept willing his bone-straight hair to curl, but it's just not going to happen. It was a mullet, plain and simple, and I was living in a delusional world of ringlets.
He looks doubly old right now... and the sass is coming out to help with that perception. Boy, can Eli get angry when he doesn't get his way. It's a throw the body on the floor type of angry. It's the throw the pretzels off the table anger, too. Zeppo is loving it!
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April 12, 2007
My little baby bully
Apparently Eli is beating up his little pal at daycare.
Did I mention he's 13 months old?
Tonight, as Gus was at the top of the step stool in the kitchen, Eli had a hand on both legs of jeans, and was pulling with all of his might.
Careful, folks. This kid has will.
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April 05, 2007
Great. I found him playing cars on the top of the toilet.
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April 02, 2007
the aftermath of blowing milk bubbles
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To Vegas and back
John and I went to Las Vegas last weekend. Alone. Without children. For the first time. I was a bit anxious about it all, and wanted to write about it, but I didn't particularly want to put out there that:
a) our house was void of people, come and get it,
b) go get our children, we're not around, and
c) that we were going to Vegas, of all places, and debauchery was likely to ensue. [I was there for a conference, though....]
For all of my nervousness, Gus and Eli made it really quite easy.
Perhaps it was the fact that Gus, the night before we were leaving, was crying about NOT wanting to be home, he was ready to sleep at Danny's house, by God. [So we let him sleep in his toddler-sized Aerobed that night. Why not?]
Or maybe it was the fact that on Friday morning, Gus literally pushed me to the door, saying, "You can go now, I'll close the door for you." Uhh, where's the crying, screaming fit? And Eli? He has yet to have a separation anxiety episode when I leave him. Anywhere. In fact, the kid just takes off walking anymore, without looking back. He's even been known to go up to unknown women and throw his arms up in the air to be picked up.
Or was it when I called Gus one day, and finally got him on the phone, and after I asked him how he was ["Well," he said], he promptly threw down the phone. That was the only word I heard from him the four days we were gone. So much for missing us.
It helped, though, that they were fine. They were more fine than I was. I was actually better than I thought I would be...I slept, enjoyed going out at night, enjoyed eating my dinner with TWO hands and no pieces needed to be cut up in bite-sized, unchokeable chunks.
But I missed them.
Many people were surprised we had never been away before. I had only been away one night from Gus, and that was the night Eli was born. It doesn't surprise me, though. I work full-time. I see my kids awake maybe four hours out of a 24-hour day. And most of those four hours are dealing with some kind of meal, some kind of changing of clothes, and not enough pure playing.
It's important to get away, many say. You should remember you're a person, too, other say. Ok, ok... I'm fully aware I'm a person, I even have a business card that says as much. But I like being a Mom, and I just don't get to fully do that enough.
So Vegas? I might not be back. Secluded beach vacation in the Caribbean? Call me, let's chat.
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