So here's the deal. We aren't sending out Christmas/Hannukah/New Year's Eve cards this year. We're too tired.
Monkey is on tamiflu, Jellybean isn't but we're watching her, we haven't slept well in about 4 weeks because of burst eardrums and pinkeye and fevers and boogers and now, quite possibly, the swine flu. And in between we've had a lovely vist with Auntie G and celebrated Jellybean's first birthday and went out dancing (YES! like ADULTS) for M's work holiday party and.....yawn, we're tired. So, no cards.
It's not because we don't love you all. WE REALLY DO. I really wish I had captured that perfect moment when Monkey and Jellybean smiled and giggled together, put it with some pithy quote and then managed to write a personal note to each and everyone one of you. Because really, you all deserve that sort of personal attention. But no, no card.
It's not you, it's us.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Magic
This past week was a little rough, health-wise. After 10 days of the sniffles, Jellybean got two ear infections.
Not to be competitive or anything, but Monkey had to one-up her little sister and get an ear infection that ruptured her eardrum. OW!
Of course, we never knew that Monkey had an ear infection in the first place. We just attributed her general attitude to being an insane three year old!
Whoops.
Both girls got antibiotics, and Jellybean takes hers without complaint; to be honest, I thinks he kind of likes the flavor!
Monkey - not so much.
The first day she whined, whinged and threw a heckuva tantrum for at least 45 minutes, refusing to take the medicine. At one point I found myself threatening to hold her down and inject the medicine into her mouth with a syringe, the same way I give medicine to Jellybean - can you imagine how awful that would have been? Child protective services would have heard the screaming way out in New Jersey on that one, if it had come to pass.....
But then, in her trembling voice, Monkey complained that the medicine was white! (she's used to the purple tylenol and ibuprofin....)
Oh. OK then.
1 minute later I presented her with PURPLE medicine. She was impressed, and wanted to know how I did that!
MAGIC I said, palming the food coloring. Magic.
She took the medicine and declared it to be tasty, like lemonade.
Damn, I'm good sometimes.
Not to be competitive or anything, but Monkey had to one-up her little sister and get an ear infection that ruptured her eardrum. OW!
Of course, we never knew that Monkey had an ear infection in the first place. We just attributed her general attitude to being an insane three year old!
Whoops.
Both girls got antibiotics, and Jellybean takes hers without complaint; to be honest, I thinks he kind of likes the flavor!
Monkey - not so much.
The first day she whined, whinged and threw a heckuva tantrum for at least 45 minutes, refusing to take the medicine. At one point I found myself threatening to hold her down and inject the medicine into her mouth with a syringe, the same way I give medicine to Jellybean - can you imagine how awful that would have been? Child protective services would have heard the screaming way out in New Jersey on that one, if it had come to pass.....
But then, in her trembling voice, Monkey complained that the medicine was white! (she's used to the purple tylenol and ibuprofin....)
Oh. OK then.
1 minute later I presented her with PURPLE medicine. She was impressed, and wanted to know how I did that!
MAGIC I said, palming the food coloring. Magic.
She took the medicine and declared it to be tasty, like lemonade.
Damn, I'm good sometimes.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Overload of cuteness
I've talked about how Monkey has a best friend at school, a little boy she's known since they were 1 years old at school together.
This is the email I got from his mother (also MY friend, in the world of happy things that my kids have brought to my life):
"So I was talking to C last night before his bath. And first of all, in a near-lethal dose of cuteness, he says, “I love our family.” Mental note: remember this, remember this, remember this – when he’s 13, remember this.
So I say back, just because I like to invite criticism. “I love our family, too. And I know that it must be hard, sometimes, because you might want a brother or sister…”
Why do I do these things? But he came right back at me, delivering the final blow of adorableness and cherub-osity:
“But, Monkey is my sister!”
So there you have it. We are officially, um, related?
Welcome to the family! Which we love."
This is the email I got from his mother (also MY friend, in the world of happy things that my kids have brought to my life):
"So I was talking to C last night before his bath. And first of all, in a near-lethal dose of cuteness, he says, “I love our family.” Mental note: remember this, remember this, remember this – when he’s 13, remember this.
So I say back, just because I like to invite criticism. “I love our family, too. And I know that it must be hard, sometimes, because you might want a brother or sister…”
Why do I do these things? But he came right back at me, delivering the final blow of adorableness and cherub-osity:
“But, Monkey is my sister!”
So there you have it. We are officially, um, related?
Welcome to the family! Which we love."
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Rock Star
Last night we went to a rock concert. I kept telling M it was Kid Rock, but what I meant was KidRockers.
As usual, the music (while really fun!) was waaaaaay too loud, so Monkey requested that we retreat to the arts & crafts table (there were tables set up elsewhere, as the concert was part of the very child-friendly Winters Eve Festival in Lincoln Square last night).
But, before we left the concert, one of Monkey's friends made sure she got a necklace that sported a guitar pendant that lit up when pressed. Now, while most people might look at the necklace and be grateful the convulsion-inducing lights turn off eventually, Monkey and her friends thought it was THE BOMB.
In fact, as Luke handed Monkey her necklace he said "now you're a rock star, too!" as he swiveled his hips ala Elvis the Pelvis.
Monkey slept with the necklace, and wore it to school today. Cuz that's how she rolls. She's a rock star, y'all.
As usual, the music (while really fun!) was waaaaaay too loud, so Monkey requested that we retreat to the arts & crafts table (there were tables set up elsewhere, as the concert was part of the very child-friendly Winters Eve Festival in Lincoln Square last night).
But, before we left the concert, one of Monkey's friends made sure she got a necklace that sported a guitar pendant that lit up when pressed. Now, while most people might look at the necklace and be grateful the convulsion-inducing lights turn off eventually, Monkey and her friends thought it was THE BOMB.
In fact, as Luke handed Monkey her necklace he said "now you're a rock star, too!" as he swiveled his hips ala Elvis the Pelvis.
Monkey slept with the necklace, and wore it to school today. Cuz that's how she rolls. She's a rock star, y'all.
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