I haven’t really felt much desire to post much, as you may have figured out. I just wanted to say if you have us on Skype, I’m going to start leaving it online in the evening when we get home (around 6:00 PM Pacific=8:00 PM Central), so if you’d like to give us a shout and see us online, please feel free. If you need our Skype info, please email me.
Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
It has been awhile, hasn’t it?
Well, I’m still enjoying Seattle. Had a great Christmas vacation in Tejas. I got to spend a lot of time with the folks, a little time in Austin, but I missed a visit with Misti. That sucked. I miss her.
The transition back to Seattle was pretty intense. The night before we flew home, Isaac figured out he can get out of his toddler bed. So as soon as we got back, the bedtime routine disappeared and the 3:00 AM bed switches began. That battle is still going strong today. I’ve tried many different things. I’ve stayed consistent with the pre-sleep routine part. It’s just gone. I’ve resigned myself to night time misery. He gave me peaceful sleep for 2 years. That’s pretty good.
Work has also gotten extremely intense. In a good way and I can’t really discuss details, but it is intense.
And now to the reason I am posting. Isaac showed slight, but fleeting interest in potty training shortly after we moved here and hasn’t given it a second thought since. He will sit on the big toilet sometimes, but just to get me to give him some toilet paper. I’ve had a little portable toilet sitting in the living room collecting dust since we moved in. Basically, I’ve continued buying diapers in the mega-giant-we’re-going-to-need-these-for-awhile size. Today after he woke up from his nap, he asked me to take his pants off. I obliged. Then he asked me to take his shirt and socks off. Obliged again. Then he asked me to take his diaper off. I agreed to it and didn’t even bother mentioning peeing in the potty. I just grabbed a towel from the bathroom and had him sit on it at the table while he had lunch and then on the couch. Then I asked him if he wanted to go to the potty and he said no. I grabbed the portable potty and put it in the middle of the room and said “Pee here if you need to.” Then I went to put a movie in the DVD and turned around to see him standing over the portable potty peeing. He learned how to do that by watching his friend Cannon, but he hadn’t imitated it or showed ANY interest in it ever. I was astonished. I flipped out a little and clapped and celebrated and gave him a peanut butter rice crispies snack. It made me hopeful, but I’m trying to remain realistic. We’ll see what happens.
Life … is intense.
I’ve started a countdown of my Christmas trip. Not really a countdown, exactly, because I don’t know how many days there are and if I did the math I’d forget by tomorrow so what’s the point in that, really? I guess I just mean I’m really looking forward to it and I’m thinking about it a lot. Every time I hear someone talking about holiday plans, I think about it. People happen to be talking about holiday plans a lot since it’s almost Thanksgiving.
Everyone should be pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to talk to Isaac now. It’s full on conversing. Seriously. I can be stuck in some compromising situation where I’m in dire need of a dish towel, a broom, and two cookies, then ask him to go fetch those items and he will say “Okay mama” and fetch them. I haven’t really been in that kind of situation, but you understand it portrays his comprehension level, right? He understands me! And I understand him! He asks real questions that I can give him real answers for and he actually uses his brain to crunch my answers into understanding. He is a real person! Did you guys know babies turned into that? Damn it’s cool!
He was having several bits of what some people call the terrible twos. I just think he was being an asshole. Either way, we had some cussing and discussing of boundaries and why they exist and why you can’t just throw them out the window all willy nilly whenever you please. There were a few rough days and one day I almost had a mental breakdown and was very tempted to ask his daycare teacher if we could just put him in his little cubby for the night. Luckily the really awful days were short lived and the things he FREAKED out about are no longer meltdown issues. I doubt we’re done with the whole phase, but I can hope.
I hope everyone is doing well. We will be in Texas from Dec 16-Jan 5. The first weekend we are there I am planning to be in Austin for 2-4 days. The rest of the time will be at the folks with a small chance of making a run out to Midland for a few days. We will see how things work out. Send me an email or IM or whatever method you choose if you’d like to hang during that trip sometime and it isn’t already planned. <3
Not in a depressing sort of way, but kind of. Lemme splain.
The sun isn’t really coming up until after 7:00 AM sometime, I haven’t looked it up yet, but I know it’s still dark after my alarm goes off the first two times. The sun is also going down sometime before 7:00 PM, again, not sure exactly when. I guess I could look that up to emphasize my point. One sec.
Sunrise 7:45 AM
Sunset 5:59 PM
So there you have it. The nights are seriously getting long. It’s bizarro land up here in the Northwest. I’m not going to complain because I actually like the dank dark moody day, it’s just weird is all I’m sayin.
Today is a slight exception as my regular bus chose not to come by at all and it was raining a touch (a lot). I had on my giant jacket and I had an umbrella and some gloves stuffed into the pockets because I’m cold weather illiterate, so that worked out well for me. I normally have no idea which jacket to wear on which day according to the forecast. Not to mention my complete lack of style. These days my daily wardrobe consists of a shortsleeve shirt somewhere on my top end, a long sleeve shirt preferably in the same vicinity as the short sleeve, jeans, socks, and shoes that look like they won’t soak up every drop of rain. The shirts rarely match and the shoes are pretty limited at the moment. I then top it off with either a sweatshirt hoodie or my giant jacket. Oh, also lots of hats because I have no idea how to “do” my hair when expecting rain. I basically look exactly the same everyday. I’m a real prize nowadays. (Occasional self deprecation is funny.)
Anywho. I have to hit a goldmine at the Goodwill one of these days. I don’t know if it’s at all in style to wear big rainboots with huge polka dots on them, but that’s what I’m looking for. And perhaps a rain proof jacket with a hood so I can seal myself in and not have a damp jacket on all day. I have to figure it out myself before people start submitting me to go on What Not to Wear. I swear if they ever made me go on that show I would be so mean to those a-holes. They’re SO mean. Why does anyone agree to be on the show? A closet full of clothes isn’t worth the ridicule people. Maintain your dignity.
So that’s most of the not really depressing, but kind of stuff. The other depressing part is that I’ve been really homesick the last week or two. I miss my friends. I miss seeing my parents once or twice a month. I miss being around for the womb-time of my incoming nephew. I miss Tacosx3 with my BFFofAustin. None of this is surprising. I knew it would happen sooner or later and I’m sure everyone else did too. I think maybe it’s because I’m not going to be home for Thanksgiving like I had planned for so long. Whatever the cause, I know I’ll be okay. At the end of the sad moments, I remember why I’m here. I remember in the grand scheme of life, my time here is very temporary and it will be worth it. It better be fucking worth it. I will make it worth it.
Oh snap it’s a woot off. I’m out.
I haven’t updated in here yet. I am a runner. I started training for a half marathon about a month (or two?) ago. I don’t think I ever expected to be an actual, real runner, but here I am. Every weekend I go and run with some chicks and add a mile or two onto my previous weekend run. During the weeks I’m trying to run at a gym close to work. I went about 7.5 miles this last Saturday and the Sunday before that I completed my first 5K race (3.2 miles). I’m actually pretty proud of myself and I enjoy knowing that I can do this. I will be completing the half marathon in November. It’s about 13 miles. I’m excited! Here’s a screenshot of my finish at the Alki Beach 5K last weekend.