Red beans and rice....oh never mind, I was channeling "Baby got back" for a minute there....
Monkey picked out her outfit for school today: leggings and the "Big Sister, aka Divine Ruler" tshirt that Uncle N and Aunt G (and HP!) gave her for her birthday. Thanks guys!
The tshirt is white (for now) with pink and red lettering. Combined with green leggings, white sandals, and pink/red/white ribbons on her ponytails, Monkey looked super cute this morning! Just ask the construction worker that whistled at her! (kidding. he just said "mornin' little one" and no I don't think he's a pedophile).
Then, to add onto the preciousness of it all, she insisted on bringing her "I'm a big sister" book with us on the bus, and we read it on the way to school. Not a bad commute if I say so myself! (finally)
Think she'll be that adorable and excited when her little sister ACTUALLY arrives? Really? You do???? Oh thank goodness and THANK YOU for fueling my delusions! You rock.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The great commute experiment
So my experiment with getting Monkey to school without the stroller continues.
This is all preparation for when:
1) I'm too fat (ok fine, pregnant) to waddle 1.76 miles (thank you, www.mapmyrun.com - now I know precisely how far I walk!)
2) It is raining, and walking isn't an option
3) I'm back in the grind post-birth by hacksaw (i.e., c-section) and trying to get TWO kids to school....
And again, I have to say that Monkey was EXCEPTIONAL! She walked, without fussing or complaints, happily holding my hand. She was cheerful and cooperative.
The bus, however, has NOT been cooperative.
My week thus far:
On Tuesday I waited a total of 60 minutes for my bus to arrive. 35 minutes in the morning, and 25 at night. With an insane toddler, bored out of her skull, a few feet away from a busy Manhattan street. Nice.
On Wednesday I got on our bus to head home and, well, I had made the mistake of trying to use the stroller. So I got on the bus with a stroller, my lunch bag, Monkey's lunch bag, Monkey's bag of clothing to come home from school, my purse, my insane toddler, AND my 5 months pregnant bump and lack of balance. And fell on my arse when the bus lurched. It was so pathetic that a little old lady gave me HER seat. Now that's embarrasing, when a 80 year old is in better shape than you. And I'm on the maximum dosage of tylenol today, because I wrenched the muscles in my groin, up around my side and into my back. Nice.
Today? No real problems, per se. Just Monkey decided to get into my purse and before I could say boo had dropped my makeup on the floor. I'm down one set of eye drops, one tube of lipbalm, and one tube of MAC lipstick (Del Rio, best shade on earth). Dammit!
I have bad bus karma. I just do. Wonder what I did in a prior life?
This is all preparation for when:
1) I'm too fat (ok fine, pregnant) to waddle 1.76 miles (thank you, www.mapmyrun.com - now I know precisely how far I walk!)
2) It is raining, and walking isn't an option
3) I'm back in the grind post-birth by hacksaw (i.e., c-section) and trying to get TWO kids to school....
And again, I have to say that Monkey was EXCEPTIONAL! She walked, without fussing or complaints, happily holding my hand. She was cheerful and cooperative.
The bus, however, has NOT been cooperative.
My week thus far:
On Tuesday I waited a total of 60 minutes for my bus to arrive. 35 minutes in the morning, and 25 at night. With an insane toddler, bored out of her skull, a few feet away from a busy Manhattan street. Nice.
On Wednesday I got on our bus to head home and, well, I had made the mistake of trying to use the stroller. So I got on the bus with a stroller, my lunch bag, Monkey's lunch bag, Monkey's bag of clothing to come home from school, my purse, my insane toddler, AND my 5 months pregnant bump and lack of balance. And fell on my arse when the bus lurched. It was so pathetic that a little old lady gave me HER seat. Now that's embarrasing, when a 80 year old is in better shape than you. And I'm on the maximum dosage of tylenol today, because I wrenched the muscles in my groin, up around my side and into my back. Nice.
Today? No real problems, per se. Just Monkey decided to get into my purse and before I could say boo had dropped my makeup on the floor. I'm down one set of eye drops, one tube of lipbalm, and one tube of MAC lipstick (Del Rio, best shade on earth). Dammit!
I have bad bus karma. I just do. Wonder what I did in a prior life?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Houdini, indeed
So after much thought and hand-wringing, we went ahead and bought a wrist leash for Monkey, to try and keep her safe on the sidewalks.
Today was my trial run with it. Monkey and I were to walk, sans stroller (first time ever) to the bus and take the bus to school.
Monkey was awesome. She held my hand, or held onto the pole for the bus stop sign, without throwing mega tantrums.
The leash, however? Totally f*cking useless. Monkey had it stripped off her hand in less time than it took to put it on.
Today was my trial run with it. Monkey and I were to walk, sans stroller (first time ever) to the bus and take the bus to school.
Monkey was awesome. She held my hand, or held onto the pole for the bus stop sign, without throwing mega tantrums.
The leash, however? Totally f*cking useless. Monkey had it stripped off her hand in less time than it took to put it on.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Harry Houdini would be proud
Occasionally (like, um, every time Monkey has a birthday) my wonderful brother and even more wonderful sister in law send us interesting presents.
And yes, I give them shit about this in person, so I can write about it here.
Last year? Last year was a xylophone. My ears still ring, but MAN does Monkey love that thing. My neighbors hate it. When N & G sent that present last year I called them up to yell at them for sending such a noisy (fun!) toy. For revenge I threatened to send them drums when their little one, HP, turned one. That made my brother laugh....since she already had a set of bongo drums! Can you tell who lives in a house in the wide open spaces of Colorado, and who has neighbors on all sides??
This year, they sent a variety of cool stuff, but I'd like to highlight two things.
The first is the tambourine. This isn't some crummy kids tambourine, that Monkey will destroy in a few short months. Oh no! Uncle N went to a professional store and bought a REAL tambourine. Damn it, Monkey will be able to use this thing until she turns 90. (My neighbors still hate me.)
The second thing I'd like to highlight is a neat puzzle board by the Melissa & Doug toy brand. This thing has a variety of doors, fixed with a variety of latches and locks, and you need to unfasten the latch/lock to see what animal is hiding behind the door. Monkey loves it. We have named it the Harry Houdini guide to defeating baby proofing and escaping the apartment. Need I say more?
And yes, I give them shit about this in person, so I can write about it here.
Last year? Last year was a xylophone. My ears still ring, but MAN does Monkey love that thing. My neighbors hate it. When N & G sent that present last year I called them up to yell at them for sending such a noisy (fun!) toy. For revenge I threatened to send them drums when their little one, HP, turned one. That made my brother laugh....since she already had a set of bongo drums! Can you tell who lives in a house in the wide open spaces of Colorado, and who has neighbors on all sides??
This year, they sent a variety of cool stuff, but I'd like to highlight two things.
The first is the tambourine. This isn't some crummy kids tambourine, that Monkey will destroy in a few short months. Oh no! Uncle N went to a professional store and bought a REAL tambourine. Damn it, Monkey will be able to use this thing until she turns 90. (My neighbors still hate me.)
The second thing I'd like to highlight is a neat puzzle board by the Melissa & Doug toy brand. This thing has a variety of doors, fixed with a variety of latches and locks, and you need to unfasten the latch/lock to see what animal is hiding behind the door. Monkey loves it. We have named it the Harry Houdini guide to defeating baby proofing and escaping the apartment. Need I say more?
Statistics
• Number of attendees at Monkey's birthday party yesterday morning: 17 (including the guest of honor and her parents)
• Number of screaming banshee toddlers in attendance: 6
• Number of cupcakes baked & decorated: 24
• Number of cupcakes lost in the sprinkler: 1
• Number of cupcakes dumped on the ground: 3
• Number of cupcakes Monkey personally consumed in lieu of a real lunch: 2
• Number of toddlers that were stripped down to just their diapers in the sprinkler by the end of the party: 2
• Number of possibly inappropriate books/toys received: 3
• Number of toddlers that attempted to (cough* steal* cough!) leave the party with Monkey's new tambourine: 3
• Number of photos I took: L*ord only knows, but my camera was groaning by the time I was done with it...
• Amount of fun that was had? Unmeasurable.
• Number of screaming banshee toddlers in attendance: 6
• Number of cupcakes baked & decorated: 24
• Number of cupcakes lost in the sprinkler: 1
• Number of cupcakes dumped on the ground: 3
• Number of cupcakes Monkey personally consumed in lieu of a real lunch: 2
• Number of toddlers that were stripped down to just their diapers in the sprinkler by the end of the party: 2
• Number of possibly inappropriate books/toys received: 3
• Number of toddlers that attempted to (cough* steal* cough!) leave the party with Monkey's new tambourine: 3
• Number of photos I took: L*ord only knows, but my camera was groaning by the time I was done with it...
• Amount of fun that was had? Unmeasurable.
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