Sunday, September 5, 2010

A few of my favorite things and first steps

I've been having a lot of conversations inside my head lately.  Some of them have been lamenting that I don't have anything interesting or funny to blog about.  And that I have let this whole entire thing slide - not only my writing but my involvement with everyone else.  But I've decided to put all that aside and remember why I started doing this.  For myself.  To write about things that I am feeling, to write about my kids and provide memories for them and for the Mr. and me to reminisce about.  So that's what I'm going to do today.

We had a sitter for Wonderboy last week as his camp had ended.  She was telling me a few days after the fact that they had been going out and she was worried about not having a key to the house.  WB explained that they could get back in using the code on the garage.  He said, "You just press 1-2-3-4 and tic-tac-toe."  To which the sitter thought, "That is some funky code! Why don't you show me."  So he pressed the four key code and hit the pound key, #, or "tic-tac-toe."

One of the days I brought WB to work with me.  He is old enough now that he can wander around, with certain guidelines, and I don't worry about him.  At one point I realized I hadn't seen him in a bit so I went to see where he was.  Turns out he was sitting at the outside restaurant bar regaling the staff with his usual aplomb.  Telling them all about how much he had grown this year (we recently went for his 7(!)yr doctor appt) and his taste in music, heavy metal, (thanks to the Mr for that one.)  I received many nice compliments the next day on what a good kid he was, and how well behaved - that's the best music to my ears.

Seriously - I don't want Pixie to get any older.  When I think about the fact that within 10 years she will be a cranky, moody teenager I cringe.  And if she is anything like I was?  I'm doomed.  She is kind of all about Mommy right now and I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it.  As we lie in bed together at night after her story, "just for a bit,"  she will cup my chin with her little hand, look me in the eyes and say, "I just love you Mama."  Perfect.

I don't want her to stop saying "alligator" when she means "elevator."  I don't want her to grow out of starting almost every sentence with, "Well, I just...."  Okay, maybe grammatically speaking it would be best if grew out of that one.  I know each stage will be new and exciting, minus the teenage years, and I do look forward to those - but damn, three and four have been so wonderful.

And for me.  I had my first session with a therapist.  I'm really happy that I took this step, I know it's something I should have done years ago, but better late then never.  I'm not going to go into too much detail about it here, but I want to remember the beginning of this process.

I do want to try to catch up with my blogging friends, I will try to do so, but I know right now it is bound to be sporadic.  (Whenever I hear that word I think of the line from Clueless, "Yeah, I hope not sporadically!"  Oh, Brittney Murphy.)

Hope you are all well! (not sporadically!)

PS - Had to turn the word verification on - sorry.  As few comments as I'm ranking these days, it's even more annoying when they turn out to be some Asian gibberish.)

12 comments:

idgtm said...

Sound like real life is going on.

I have two teenagers right now and sometimes, I'm worse than they are.

Cheryl said...

私はあなたを見逃していると私は喜んで戻ってブロゴスフィアの反対側から話で来ている。

私が思うに、あなたの人生を生きと呼ばれる。

Which translates to: I've missed you and I'm glad you've come back with tales from the other side of the blogosphere.

I think that's called living your life.

Preoeshi to you too!

Aging Mommy said...

I'm with Cheryl here, I've missed you but am glad you've been busy living your life. How lovely to get such wonderful compliments about your son, my he is growing up fast, in every sense. So I can see why you don't want your daughter to grow up much more just yet. It is a magical age and so much of what is magical will soon be gone - replaced with a different kind of magic but without some of that precious innocence. Lovely post.

Lisa Page Rosenberg said...

I'm completely with you on the all about Mommy phase. I am trying not to be nostalgic in advance about the whole thing. I love it so...

Captain Dumbass said...

Congrats on deciding to see a therapist. I went to one a few years back and it's definitely the best decision I ever made. Hope it helps.

anymommy said...

Sigh. I don't want my kids to get any older either. I love calling the number sign tic tac toe!

Cocotte said...

Actually, I've rather enjoyed the teen years. I must be immature because I can relate to them.

for a different kind of girl said...

I am slowly getting immersed in the teenage years. It's still very early, so I hope my adjustment period kicks in better soon!

Also, I was just thinking the other day about how much I'm going to miss the sound of my youngest voice as he gets older. He's got such a childlike voice still, and now that I hear the creaky, deeper voice of my oldest in contrast, I'm reminding myself to not tune out my youngest when he chatters on and on and on and on some more every day. Of course, I don't tune out the oldest, but, well, he's older now and he likes to talk less. The mysterious world of teens!

Finally, I've missed you, too!

bernthis said...

Good for you. Therapy has saved me and made me a much better person that is for sure.

I hear you on the kids growing up so fast. It's scary.

myfluffybunnies said...

Lollipop is a "Well, I just..." kind of girl, too. I'll be sad when she stops, just like I'll be sad when she realizes that not everyone wears princess dresses or tutus to the grocery store and she feels that compulsion to conform. And the teenage years? Already saving up for the amount of chocolate I'll need to get through that ...

Kate Coveny Hood said...

I feel like I've disappeared for a month too. Sometime between blogger and the start of school. I kept thinking that once Oliver was in kindergarten full time and the twins were back to regular napping again ("Lord hear our prayer...") that I could get caught up. One good thing about the hugeness of BlogHer is that it reminded me of how small I am. That it's okay for me to drop the ball every once in a while, take a break, lose my way for a bit. The world isn't hanging on my every word or waiting more my next post. The few people that are will probably still be there when I resurface. Bottom line - it's not that big of a deal since YES - we're just doing this for ourselves.

I love your stories and feel very similarly about the twins as you do about your little girl. Except that Eleanor acts like a teenager now. Lots of flouncing and going to her room to "be alone!" I fear high school...

Zip n Tizzy said...

I've been missing you too, and came back to see how you're doing because you've been on my mind so much. I actually found it reassuring that you've only posted 3 times since I was last here because God knows I've posted about that many times in the last 6 months... if that!

I'm going to try and post too for the same reasons. It's just nice to keep track of the stories and if we don't write them here, they just don't get posted. And the friendships are such a nice bonus too. Miss you!