I had reason to write out our weekly schedule yesterday and it's so ridiculous that all I can do is laugh. I'm publishing it out here with hopes that someday I'll be laughing for an entirely different reason - possibly because I will then think it's taxing to write for few hours, garden a bit and then go visit my grandkids.
So this is Fall 2009
Mondays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 to 3:00
Molly work 1 to 3
Molly work late / Lauren babysit 4 to 7
Tuesdays
Logan book club 7:25 to 8:25
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn gymnastics 1 to 2
2nd Tuesday - Logan Brownies/ Riley Daisies 3:30 to 5
Riley gym 4 to 6 (will change to 6 to 8 in November - I will go and work there)
Wednesdays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Finn sports camp 11 to 11:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 to 3:00
Molly work 1 to 3
Logan choir 4:30 to 5:45
Molly work late
Thursdays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn playdate with Blair in afternoon
Molly work until late / Lauren babysit 4 to 7
Riley gym 4 to 6 (will change to 6 to 8 in November - I will go and work there)
Fridays
Logan school 8:30 to 3:30
Molly gym 9:30 to 10:30
Riley school 12:30 to 3:30
Finn school 12:30 3
Molly work 1 to 3
Don't even ask about the weekends....
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Believing
Last night while waiting for Riley at gymnastics, Logan came up to me and asked me to pull her tooth out, said it was twisted all the way around and she couldn't get it. So I did - right then and there.
You see, for every single tooth that Logan has lost, other than the first, this has been the game plan. She doesn't like to pull the trigger on that final pluck, so I get in there and do it for her. It all started because they would get so loose and literally be blowing around her mouth with each breath. I was too scared to let her go to sleep for fear she'd choke.
I think the mom next to me at the gym was horrified, but it works for us.
I was glad to have her lose the tooth, it has been a long time coming. But I immediately felt the dread of what might be asked of me in the wee hours. You see, Logan is far too analytical and inquisitive to just put her tooth under her pillow or ask Santa for a toy. No, this child writes the tooth fairy a letter, with lists of very mature questions and requests frameable images from the big man. Her antics have resulted in much running around and massive amounts of time spent with photo software.
These aren't easy questions, either. They involve things like what happens to all the teeth the tooth fairy collects. Once she received that ridiculously contrived answer, she had many more. Last night, the tooth fairy was asked to produce a picture of the leather bag she collects all kids' teeth in. (In case you didn't know, she waits until it's full and then scatters them across the sky to twinkle with the stars.) Going with this was a late night decision made last year after an hour of research online - still makes me cringe!
Anyway, I have no idea how things got so complicated. There was no image readily available of the leather bag last night, so I bunted and hope it won't come up again. She was thrilled with the letter she received and the $1 bill. I was thrilled it was so windy that she slept with Riley in her room and left her tooth in her own.
I know our believing days are on the downturn - there are too many kids on this block and in school ready to ruin it all. So for now, I'll keep on running around like a nut to find Rudolph's actual sleigh bell or a photo of him - real photo - with the red nose to boot. If anyone has one, give me a call!
The tooth fairy gave Logan a bit of good advice to bring us through the next phase of things. It said, "Just believe in the magic of it all and the things you want to know will be right inside your mind." She didn't seem disappointed - maybe it will work!
You see, for every single tooth that Logan has lost, other than the first, this has been the game plan. She doesn't like to pull the trigger on that final pluck, so I get in there and do it for her. It all started because they would get so loose and literally be blowing around her mouth with each breath. I was too scared to let her go to sleep for fear she'd choke.
I think the mom next to me at the gym was horrified, but it works for us.
I was glad to have her lose the tooth, it has been a long time coming. But I immediately felt the dread of what might be asked of me in the wee hours. You see, Logan is far too analytical and inquisitive to just put her tooth under her pillow or ask Santa for a toy. No, this child writes the tooth fairy a letter, with lists of very mature questions and requests frameable images from the big man. Her antics have resulted in much running around and massive amounts of time spent with photo software.
These aren't easy questions, either. They involve things like what happens to all the teeth the tooth fairy collects. Once she received that ridiculously contrived answer, she had many more. Last night, the tooth fairy was asked to produce a picture of the leather bag she collects all kids' teeth in. (In case you didn't know, she waits until it's full and then scatters them across the sky to twinkle with the stars.) Going with this was a late night decision made last year after an hour of research online - still makes me cringe!
Anyway, I have no idea how things got so complicated. There was no image readily available of the leather bag last night, so I bunted and hope it won't come up again. She was thrilled with the letter she received and the $1 bill. I was thrilled it was so windy that she slept with Riley in her room and left her tooth in her own.
I know our believing days are on the downturn - there are too many kids on this block and in school ready to ruin it all. So for now, I'll keep on running around like a nut to find Rudolph's actual sleigh bell or a photo of him - real photo - with the red nose to boot. If anyone has one, give me a call!
The tooth fairy gave Logan a bit of good advice to bring us through the next phase of things. It said, "Just believe in the magic of it all and the things you want to know will be right inside your mind." She didn't seem disappointed - maybe it will work!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Latest Finnism
I guess some things are just ingrained in us. Like the fact that little girls love to dress up or how little boys make car noises instinctively. I'm sure there are countless examples of this, even into our lives as adults. Things that we just do, or feel, or are, that just can't be explained.
Even knowing that this is true about the human race, I could never have predicted Finn's latest epiphany at his early age. All I can say is, it must be built in.
While we were making lasagna yesterday afternoon, Finn announced, without warning or hesitation, "I have a very big penis."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. And my friend so-and-so's penis is a tiny penis. Mine is much bigger."
"What?" I almost screamed from shock. "You haven't ever seen anyone else's penis!"
"I know. But my penis is the biggest penis of all. It's bigger than everyone's."
This all came out so matter of fact - like it's just the way it is. I have NO idea where he would even get the idea that"size matters". I am still confused and shocked a day later.
Some things must just be in the genes. Or the jeans. Ugh.
By the way, "so-and-so" has a name. It has been omitted to protect the innocent. I'd hate to ruin his life at his also early age!
Even knowing that this is true about the human race, I could never have predicted Finn's latest epiphany at his early age. All I can say is, it must be built in.
While we were making lasagna yesterday afternoon, Finn announced, without warning or hesitation, "I have a very big penis."
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. And my friend so-and-so's penis is a tiny penis. Mine is much bigger."
"What?" I almost screamed from shock. "You haven't ever seen anyone else's penis!"
"I know. But my penis is the biggest penis of all. It's bigger than everyone's."
This all came out so matter of fact - like it's just the way it is. I have NO idea where he would even get the idea that"size matters". I am still confused and shocked a day later.
Some things must just be in the genes. Or the jeans. Ugh.
By the way, "so-and-so" has a name. It has been omitted to protect the innocent. I'd hate to ruin his life at his also early age!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Outhouse
As of late, I feel this blog is becoming all about Finn. My life is not really that way, but maybe the alone time he and I are sharing is shining much needed light on his awesome-ness.
The other day, I looked outside to see Finn and a pal in our side yard looking very suspicious. I poked my head out the window to ask what they were doing.
Finn answered in his ultra-matter-of-fact tone, “We are going potty in the open lot!” (His tone implied a loud “You dummy” at the end.)
“No you’re not!” I yelled and then explained that their plans did not demonstrate what I believe to be appropriate behavior.
“Okay,” he said, and shrugged it off, his little mind onto something else.
The independent five year old he was with would have none of my interference. He snuck around the other side of his house with Finn watching, whipped “it” out and got caught by his babysitter. Not to mention the fact that in his determination to do what he wanted, he peed all over his own shirt.
It makes a mom’s job easy when your child gets to see blind determination go awry in terms of a friend’s peer pressure. Thanks neighbor-kid. I think our outdoor bathroom habit has expired.
The other day, I looked outside to see Finn and a pal in our side yard looking very suspicious. I poked my head out the window to ask what they were doing.
Finn answered in his ultra-matter-of-fact tone, “We are going potty in the open lot!” (His tone implied a loud “You dummy” at the end.)
“No you’re not!” I yelled and then explained that their plans did not demonstrate what I believe to be appropriate behavior.
“Okay,” he said, and shrugged it off, his little mind onto something else.
The independent five year old he was with would have none of my interference. He snuck around the other side of his house with Finn watching, whipped “it” out and got caught by his babysitter. Not to mention the fact that in his determination to do what he wanted, he peed all over his own shirt.
It makes a mom’s job easy when your child gets to see blind determination go awry in terms of a friend’s peer pressure. Thanks neighbor-kid. I think our outdoor bathroom habit has expired.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Then Comes a Cousin - finally!
It is with utter excitement that this first-time aunt announces the arrival of
Elizabeth Grace Logan
We are pretty excited over here, that's for sure. Congrats to Tom, Michelle and big sister Emily!
Marbles
It’s funny how much trouble a couple marbles can cause. The other day, Finn and a neighbor were outside throwing a silver marble around. Somehow, Riley got into the mix and took the marble to try it out. The neighbor, proud marble owner, became instantly angry and proceeded to start calling Riley names like “dummy” and “meany”. His dad jumped right on it and told him to stop, but he persisted in his argument that Riley was a dummy.
All of a sudden, Finn turned sixteen before my eyes and hurdled to Riley’s defense. From his tiny three-year old body he belted out, “NO SHE IS NOT! RILEY IS NOT A DUMMY!”
It was so cute that the dad and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I told Finn it was okay and that we were handling it.
“No it’s not okay! He is saying my sister is a dummy and meany and she is NOT!” He exclaimed.
I think the shock of Finn’s involvement was the catalyst to ending the whole minor offense and everyone quickly went back to playing, as kids do.
Ten minutes later, Finn chucked our neighbor’s silver marble over the fence and into the brush, never to be found again.
Fast forward about five hours. Just as we are ready to leave to pick up the girls from school, Finn emerges from upstairs saying something about the marble in his tummy.
Ugh.
This is another marble that has been showing up in odd places around the house for the last week and apparently, it seemed like a good idea to put it in his mouth. And swish it around. And he sucked it right in.
After a quick call to the doctor and realizing that there was no imminent danger, we settled into the fact that we will now be scoping out bathroom visits for the emergence of a turquoise blue flattened out glass marble, you know, the kind you put in the bottom of vases. Ugh again.
So for as much as I thought my little man had grown up early that morning, I’m thinking not so much.
Still, here are the pictures from yesterday - the day I brought my last baby to the first day of preschool. He loved it.
All of a sudden, Finn turned sixteen before my eyes and hurdled to Riley’s defense. From his tiny three-year old body he belted out, “NO SHE IS NOT! RILEY IS NOT A DUMMY!”
It was so cute that the dad and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I told Finn it was okay and that we were handling it.
“No it’s not okay! He is saying my sister is a dummy and meany and she is NOT!” He exclaimed.
I think the shock of Finn’s involvement was the catalyst to ending the whole minor offense and everyone quickly went back to playing, as kids do.
Ten minutes later, Finn chucked our neighbor’s silver marble over the fence and into the brush, never to be found again.
Fast forward about five hours. Just as we are ready to leave to pick up the girls from school, Finn emerges from upstairs saying something about the marble in his tummy.
Ugh.
This is another marble that has been showing up in odd places around the house for the last week and apparently, it seemed like a good idea to put it in his mouth. And swish it around. And he sucked it right in.
After a quick call to the doctor and realizing that there was no imminent danger, we settled into the fact that we will now be scoping out bathroom visits for the emergence of a turquoise blue flattened out glass marble, you know, the kind you put in the bottom of vases. Ugh again.
So for as much as I thought my little man had grown up early that morning, I’m thinking not so much.
Still, here are the pictures from yesterday - the day I brought my last baby to the first day of preschool. He loved it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Finnism
I just went to the bathroom and Finn followed me in.
He said, "Do you want privacy, or me?"
I couldn't say I didn't want him, so I said, "Oh either way is fine."
He closed the door behind him, turned and said, "Hmmm, now where can I sit?"
Will I ever have the bathroom to myself again? Is this too much to ask??
He said, "Do you want privacy, or me?"
I couldn't say I didn't want him, so I said, "Oh either way is fine."
He closed the door behind him, turned and said, "Hmmm, now where can I sit?"
Will I ever have the bathroom to myself again? Is this too much to ask??
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