So we’ll see what the doctor says. And yes, #1 Mom here still sent Leo off to school. I mean, it could just be a cold. And his school is going to this really children’s museum for a field trip today.
I’ve had one of those there’s nothing that exciting to write here weeks and so I haven’t said much, even though I vowed not to do that. There are little things, I guess. Ellie continues to be Whine Fest 2009 every night. Between 6:45 p.m. when we walk through the door and 8 p.m. when we head upstairs for bed/bath, she is Need Fest. She wants to be held. Every other word is “Uppy” and “Mommy, uppy.” I can’t blame the girl. She’s fought for attention all day at daycare. She wants her Mommy, and so who am I to say no to this? And frankly, I want my Ellie. But I also need to unpack the lunch boxes, unload the book bags and read teacher notes, make dinner, feed dinner, keep house in some semblance of order. I could go on, but I won’t.
And so, I give you the latest way Ellie is kept happy when I’m not able to hold her.
Yes, she has fallen in love with the sink. And the dishes. Yes, I let her play with dirty(ish) dishes and water while I cook dinner. I am careful to hide the knives/glass/breakables, but there you have it. Sometimes she soaks the front of her shirt by pouring water on herself but she keeps surprisingly dry. And she is happy.
In other news:
Gratuitous cuteness with tights and Converse and a hat (that Ellie keeps on her head for about oh, 3.2 seconds):
Tomorrow is going to be a whirlwind. We have a birthday party in the morning (both kids) and then we are heading into Manhattan for a play date with the New York City Down syndrome parent “support” group. I am anticipating/hoping for some in-car napping en route to the play group, otherwise I am going to have some exhausted hooligans on my hands.
I am currently addicted to podcasts. My absolute favorite is Dan Savage (sex columnist for Seattle's The Stranger). I love the fact that I am sitting on the bus next to a buttoned up Wall Street trader and I’m listening to Mr. Savage swear like a truck driver and talk about, well, sex. Also wonderful (but it also makes me cry for some reason, no matter what the topic, which is really OK as I have established that I actually like to cry) is This American Life. But they only post the current show for free, the rest you have to pay for and since I’m all about Free Stuff right now I’ve only listened to one podcast so far (though I'm a long-time listener to the radio version of that show).
Let’s just say all the sex talk makes the commute fly by.
And I leave you with Leo’s latest costume. When he’s in a good mood (which to be fair is most of the time) he sure can assemble an outfit. The fixins' for this look are courtesy of Erin's mom who resides in New Orleans. We were thinking this was sort of warm up clothes for Mardi Gras but we're not really sure.
This one is entitled "Aw Shucks."
Lastly, I am shamelessly, ridiculously excited for the Oscars on Sunday night. I've watched them since I was a little kid and I still love the turning the TV on early (an hour or so before the event) and watching the red carpet arrivals. The glamour! The dresses! The mind numbing interview questions! When I was a little girl my mom and I used to make "Noodles Oscar" (which was basically rotini pasta, chopped meat and tomato sauce, with sprinkled parmesan cheese on top) and sit on her bed and watch the ceremony while eating this festive concoction. This year I will rush through through the kids' bedtime and set the DVR to record the red carpet arrivals. Maybe I'll even make "Noodles Oscar," for old time's sake.
Edited to add: Just heard back from doctor. Of course she said to bring him in (whenever I mention my fear that he has an ear infection they say this). Then again, I don't think there is much I could say that would prevent them from telling me to bring my kids in. They just seem to really really like my kids. Then the front desk appointment maker lady told me that I should know that they are triple booked and running about 1.5 hours behind and that she's telling everyone to bring snacks, a blanket, a pillow...
Sounds great, doesn't it? I can't wait to take both kids to sit with a bunch of sick kids in a waiting room for two hours. Honestly even though germs run amuck there I would rather be in the main waiting room. Being left alone with Leo and Ellie in an exam room while we wait to be seen is most definitely the Tenth Circle of Hell, as Leo plays with the stirrups on the table, wraps the paper around himself mummy style, searches through the trash for hypodermics...I'll stop there.
So my plan is, I will hit the bar on the way home and have a few drinks and then take them to the doctor. Oh I kid. Sort of.
