Yes, it’s true! 12:30pm according to the living room VCR today ten years ago, M1 was born after a Very Long Labor. She’s awesome & sweet & smart & we love her so.
Dessert tonight was what I’ve wanted all day. Maybe all summer & I just didn’t know it. Angel food cake, fresh organic raspberries, home-made french vanilla ice-cream.
WTF? Health Care News is some kind of fuxxored.
coldbeansoup’s post reminded me to look at my own free will astrology. Capricorn:
Writing in the magazine sub-TERRAIN, John More makes the following declaration: “Captains of industry, great generals, artists of genius, even politicians, are often just people who have discovered that alcohol can enable them to make economic, tactical, creative, or political decisions whose implications would paralyze a sober individual.” Your assignment, Capricorn, is to find an alcohol-free way to make such a decision. It’s time for you to summon visionary courage from your soul, not from a bottle, as you catalyze complex blessings that will ripple through your future for a long time.
It’s funny, I was thinking on the way home how exactly what I need in my life is some visionary courage & I was lamenting this because I tend to see myself as quite a fabulous administrator of things, though I hope not to the bureaucratic extreme, but not so much as the visionary. I’m very good at taking care of details that help other people’s visions become/remain reality, but not so good with coming up with the vision myself. And when I do, they’re very… administrative… visions. Lately, the (latest) administrata has felt somewhat restricting. How does an administrator become a visionary?
I don’t know.
Starts out like this:
M2 made a new friend who’s name she can’t remember but had a blue shirt, and that a boy named Matthew picked his nose and was caught and the teacher made him wash his hands, but she (M2) was very good and didn’t pick her nose or eat any boogers today. She also washed her hands today before eating lunch.
M2 is dressed to the nines this morning already. I’m not sure what M1 is doing, reading maybe in her bedroom? Ah, now she’s out here telling her bff S all about the first week of school. BUT underlying all this, is a barely contained glee & excitement because Today is a Special Day for JainaBee will be joining us! Hoorah! Seriously. You would not believe how fancy M2 is. She’s got ponytails & one of her best party dresses on.
My goodness.
Today was M2’s First Day of Kindergarten. She survived. She even had fun. She, of course, told Gramma & Grampa *much* more about her day than she told us. In a round about way I found out that one of the boys at her table “touched” her. Depending on the telling, he either tickled her arm pit, hit her, or pinched her really hard. Eventually she admitted that she didn’t really remember quite what he did but the teacher told him and the other little boy at her table (the two little boys were also apparently “touching” each other, poking? tickling? just being silly boys, I bet) that it was time to stop touching other people. She also said right at bed time with *great* excitement that there was a little boy that got hit in the face with a soccer ball and the teacher had to go get ice for his face. She colored a picture, and played drums, and played a game where they danced until the music stopped and then they had to freeze & she & her friends won. All of this was picked up kind of by the way as any direct questions were met with, “Um, I don’t really remember. I don’t know…”
My parents stopped by to bring up the last of the stuff from my grandparents’ place for us. M2 told them all kinds of things (like the above). We got the potbelly stove (a*freaking*dorable). The mirror. Two big trunks. The sewing table. The sewing table came with a bonus special treat. There was an antique sewing machine inside it. It’s beautiful. My dad said he’d help me fix the electrical cord so it’s safe/r to use. They just don’t make stuff like that anymore. The detail work on both the sewing machine & the stove are just beautiful.
Spaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.
And the hot rooms, even the really really really hot room! I did good. I lasted a whole three or four minutes!
Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
And funny hats.
M2 has four new cavities, this time in her upper teeth & one filling that the dentist isn’t happy with that he’s redoing for free. Also: six year molars are starting to make an appearance. Mr. Dentist looked at me like I was being a jackass when I said she was the best flosser in the house, but it’s true. Poor kid actually does a really good job with the brushing and flossing. So, we have two upcoming dental appointments to get them all filled.
I have nothing particularly interesting or intelligent to say today about anything so I leave you with a cupcake dance.
But just a tiny bit.
M1 will be A Whole Decade Old in a few weeks, and today was M2’s last full-time daycare with my aunt. Tomorrow & next week she goes to my folks’ for the day because auntie is going on a trip & then she’s in kindergarten. That’s nearly 10 years that I’ve driven every single work day to my aunt’s to drop off and/or pick someone up. It’s been what feels like one of the few constants over the last 10 years.
M2 cried herself to sleep tonight. Ostensibly because she wanted to nurse but my milk has gone. This hasn’t bothered her for a good two years. And it didn’t really bother her when she quit. I don’t think that’s really what’s bothering her. I think she just can’t parse any other way the sense of loss and change and apprehension other than to associate it with needing a level of comfort and security that she had when she was nursing. Poor baby. I snuggled extra long with her tonight, heart breaking along with hers. Oh the achy boobs — they wanted to fix everything. Gah.
It’s not a bad change, just a big one.
Finally off my poor feet for a moment. Banana pancakes for breakfast? Check. Three loaves of challah baked? Check. Walked to the local farmer’s market for the week’s produce? Check. English muffins started? Check. Pizza crust for dinner? Aborted because the stupid realtor gave us notice that she’d be here “in 15 minutes” and was here within five — after telling us yesterday that she’d be here a half hour to an hour & a half later than she actually appeared. Universe? It’s getting old, even though grilled salmon is the alternative dinner plan now. Run to the grocery store for the remainder of the week’s eatin’ supplies? Check. Seems like I should have more checked, but… those things take time so I guess maybe not. Another five lbs of flour weekend. Didn’t get to the gardening, but I did get the tomatoes pinned up. It’s too hot to do much with the poor plants out there anyway.
Note to self: use gloves when cutting peppers from now on. The ongoing hot fingertips from cutting peppers last night? Not so much with the entertaining.