Those fricking painted ponies still going up and down
Hi-ho! We've been having momentous anniversaries over here.
Like so:
Wednesday was the one-year anniversary of our big move to Vancouver.
Thursday was the Mermaid Girl's 8th [8th!] birthday, celebrated with a party at the 1920's Museum and Carousel.
Friday was the one-month anniversary of our move to the New House
Saturday was the Renaissance Woman's and my anniversary (10th or 5th, depending on whether you're counting from the big commitment ceremony or the legal wedding)
Yesterday the tenants moved in.
And today we finally started to unpack in earnest.
Tomorrow MG starts Grade Three [Grade Three!]. She'll have school for a whole hour the first day, which will be just about enough time for me to shower, get dressed, and follow her to school in time for pickup (she's insisting on walking by herself, which I guess is okay since the school is about five steps from our house. I'll be watching from the yard, though.)
Tonight we sat down to make a chart for her mornings. She has six things to do: get out of bed, eat breakfast, get dressed, brush her teeth, feed the fish [they were a birthday present], and get her stuff together to get out the door in time. If she does all those things cooperatively and cheerfully for a week, she gets a new lunchbox.
I asked her to estimate how long she'll need for each job. Next to "get out of bed," she put down "30 seconds."
"Do you want to allow some time for cuddling on the couch?" I asked.
She gave me a scornful yet pitying look.
"I'm big," she explained.
Like so:
Wednesday was the one-year anniversary of our big move to Vancouver.
Thursday was the Mermaid Girl's 8th [8th!] birthday, celebrated with a party at the 1920's Museum and Carousel.
Friday was the one-month anniversary of our move to the New House
Saturday was the Renaissance Woman's and my anniversary (10th or 5th, depending on whether you're counting from the big commitment ceremony or the legal wedding)
Yesterday the tenants moved in.
And today we finally started to unpack in earnest.
Tomorrow MG starts Grade Three [Grade Three!]. She'll have school for a whole hour the first day, which will be just about enough time for me to shower, get dressed, and follow her to school in time for pickup (she's insisting on walking by herself, which I guess is okay since the school is about five steps from our house. I'll be watching from the yard, though.)
Tonight we sat down to make a chart for her mornings. She has six things to do: get out of bed, eat breakfast, get dressed, brush her teeth, feed the fish [they were a birthday present], and get her stuff together to get out the door in time. If she does all those things cooperatively and cheerfully for a week, she gets a new lunchbox.
I asked her to estimate how long she'll need for each job. Next to "get out of bed," she put down "30 seconds."
"Do you want to allow some time for cuddling on the couch?" I asked.
She gave me a scornful yet pitying look.
"I'm big," she explained.
posted by elswhere | 11:29 PM
5 Comments:
Aww! It never occurs to them that Mommy might need some cuddle time!
Oh my. Lots of mazel tovs are in order around your place. But, oh, the bigness! It breaks your heart.
I am going to be muttering your title under my breath for years to come.
That title is the awesome.
Happy anniversary of all of it, and may it just get easier and more fabulous as every year passes.
Too big to cuddle? Oh no!
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