Thursday, May 29, 2008

good conversation with a good person

Amy: [in her - your lack of taking care of yourself worries me voice] Do you still have work clothes for the week, I have'nt been to the dry cleaners in almost 2 weeks.

Me: [ in my - I am playing with our damn cute baby and not really listening voice] I still have one or two things to wear, but I do have a lot of dry cleaning.

Amy: [in her - You silly silly woman what is wrong with you voice] well, baby, why havent you brought them to me?

Me: [in my - I love you more than anything in this world voice] because, baby...its not your job to do my dry cleaning.

Amy: [in her - you did not really just say that did you voice] oh, were you going to drop them off yourself?

Me: [ in my - have you not been paying attention for the last few years voice] no, you always take them.

as a side note... I have not taken my cleaning in - nor have I handed it off to my wife. I am slightly concerned that I may in fact have to go to work naked next week.
Now that I am getting more sleep, I dont really have an excuse for not paying attention to the details - all I can say is, now that I am getting more sleep, I want even MORE sleep and well, I think maybe my brain is only capable of absorbing so many details... and at the moment - I might be chock-full-o details.

Monday, May 26, 2008

exotic diseases from a land far, far away

Mosquitoes don’t like me…they never have – I don’t like them either. Mosquitoes love the kids – they love Amy even more. On occasion, a rogue mosquito will sting me – it’s not common, but it happens. On the scale of annoyances in life, mosquitoes are a pretty small one, their bites are rare, I don’t swell up, I don’t itch, may day goes on as normal.

Mosquitoes love Amy. I imagine them hiding just out of site on our front porch, holding their breaths in excitement, waiting for the moment Amy must leave the safety of our home…From the door to the car they swarm, she can have 20 bites in a matter of minutes. 20 huge bites, bites the size of a nickel, a large, red puffy nickel that begs to be scratched. I find myself uncontrollably chanting “stop scratching” all summer – I chant over breakfast, over dinner, while watching a movie – I even chant in my sleep – the chanting never helps, the scratching never stops.

I use Amy and the kids to my advantage. I invite them outdoors with me all summer long – in the event there is a rogue mosquito, it will bypass me and go strait for them. Sad, but true. I know no shame, I should be sorry. I should take one for the team – but I don’t.

The Story:
On this long beautiful weekend – we spent a lot of time outdoors. There were no mosquitoes out – at least none in my world. I vaguely remember Amy telling me her and the baby were going inside – that mosquitoes were eating her alive. I absorbed none of this conversation.

Sunday night, I noticed a few bumps on Kahlo. Amy assured me they were mosquito bites, no big deal – “they were bad today” she tells me…

Today – Kahlo’s legs were covered in splotches. I became mildly obsessive. Did she have some exotic disease from a land far, far away? Again, Amy assured me they were mosquito bites. I watched them all day…”those aren’t mosquito bites” I say – “yes they are”, she says. “ They are spreading” I say – “no they are not”, she says. “They are getting worse, they are changing colors” I say – “they are the same” she says.

“Why aren’t you concerned? She could have a disease from a land far, far away! She could have the measles – of the German variety, what if it’s Chicken Pox? An allergic reaction!!!” I am flustered.

“No, no, those aren’t measles of any variety – those are mosquito bites”

I ask my friend who was spending the day with us…”would you be concerned?” “I don’t know” she says… usually I find my friend helpful – today, my friend was not helpful.

I studied her behavior all day, all night.

“She seems to feel ok” “she doesn’t have fever” “she is eating and playing as usual” I say.
“Of course she is” Amy is not concerned, she is sure they are mosquito bites, she is hungry.

I obsess… I can’t help it. I studied her legs all day – even in her sleep, I popped in to check on her, raising her pant leg to search for any signs of a spreading exotic rash, or even a non-exotic rash from not-so-far-away.

As I was telling my friend bye, standing on the front stoop, she starts smacking herself (smack, smack), she is becoming annoyed (smack)… “man!(smack, smack) Mosquitoes ARE bad (smack) here” (smack, smack, smack).

The Moral:
Ah, well…I know Amy is right. Amy is always right (as a person who prefers to be always right, I am little bitter about this)… Even still, I have checked on her twice since writing this –she is fine - slightly annoyed that I keep messing with her while she sleeps- but fine.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mothers Day with Sharks

Kahlo hanging out under the umbrella

What a long weekend! Since it was forecast to rain Sunday we decided to celebrate Mothers day at the beach Saturday. Packing up for a day at the beach with 2 kids and a baby is an all-day event within itself. After (what felt like) 3 hours of loading the car – Amy turned to me and said “Do you remember when all we needed were a few snacks, sun block and beach chairs?” She was tired, very tired – it was 10am and she had been up for hours preparing for our day – a day that was to celebrate mothers day – a day she wanted to be perfect for me…I wanted her to know that the kids and I appreciated her, to know that times really haven’t changed all that much…so, I reminded her that back then, when we could go off without any kids, we didn’t just need snacks, sun block and beach chairs- we also needed towels. Then I assured her that if the kids did not have an absolutely amazing time – I would ground them both, until they were very, very old.

Luckily for the kids, they did have an amazing time and Amy got some much needed relaxation. Kahlo and I spent most of our time sitting underneath our umbrella putting every toy she could in her mouth – after about an hour I realized it is pointless obsessing over all the sand – at a beach, no matter how much you try – you will leave with a sandy baby...

playing in the water

Amy, BT and Pi spent most of their time body-boarding, I went out myself once or twice, but after a small shark fin was spotted – I decided better them than me and stayed close to shore. Between getting eaten by a shark (Amy assured me it was only large enough to eat a hand or foot) or playing with the baby, I will ALWAYS pick playing with the baby…

they think they are fish - they never left the water

I am happy to say we made it home without being eaten by a shark.

This morning I woke up to coffee and kids jumping out from behind the table screaming “happy mothers day” – It was wonderful. As a mother’s day gift I got a scroll saw, I have been wanting one for a while.

Amy went out of her way to make this an amazing Mothers Day for me…it was.

Tonight, she was in bed before 7:30pm, it’s the best Mothers Day gift I could think of for her…I know she will wake up the second I climb in bed…I am trying to prolong that as long as possible.

Friday, May 9, 2008

three long weeks

I have returned…after three long, long, long weeks of finals preparation and settling into a new job…Somehow we have endured…I do not know how…

In the last few weeks Kahlo has crawled for the first time, stood without support for the first time and has had 4 teeth come in. Amy and I celebrated our 2-year wedding anniversary and the kids have survived another year of state mandated standardized testing.

Finals ended last weekend – we both entered this week feeling exhausted and renewed. We have been able to spend more time together as a family – giving Amy and I that “oh ya, that’s why we had children, I forgot we liked being parents” moment.

Last night we took the kids to one of our favorite coffee shops. We made up an impromptu game of trivia. The rules – you have to ask a question you don’t think anyone else knows, it has to be about someone in our own family, you have to know the answer. It was a good reminder that children do indeed have small brains.

The questions varied from “what is the first thing mommy would do if she won the Lottery” to “what is BT’s favorite color”… some of the highlights:

“What does mama (me) do at work” answer: “ohhh, ohhh, I know! She plays on the Internet and draw pictures” (ummm…no)

“What does mommy (Amy) do all day while we are at school/work” answer: “she watches movies, checks her e-mail and takes naps” (I think she is still bitter about this one)

“What do you think Kahlo will be when she grows up” answer: “ She likes to bang on things so maybe she’ll be one of those tough chicks that builds houses or something” (Pi is not sure she will be able to get a job because she cries all the time)

“What makes BT more mad than anything else in the world” answer: “mommy”

I have truly missed my family!

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

a day most important

happy anniversary, beautiful.
always yours. always...