Waking Up

Poor Tristan is up in his crib, waking up from a nap, and his mommy is downstairs watching him over a video feed on her computer. You know how everybody says how they love to hear their babies talk to themselves when they wake up. Well now I can see it too. Papa put in the video camera thing because he is concerned our little climber might be clambering out of his cage crib anytime but it’s just fun for spying all around. Well, he just looked at the camera and shouted Ma-Ma!!! so I guess I better go…

Waking Up

Pants Please

Even apart it appears my husband and I are on the same wavelength. Did you pick up any pants for us? You see, while Papa is basking in the sun of SoCal we are freezing our tails off on the other coast. Right now it’s ten degrees, feels like zero. And to add insult to injury we have no pants. Actually no, we have no clean pants. Cold weather at the urchin abode means no clothes washing. Somewhere in the walls of the house a little ice dam has formed in the drain trap effectively bringing all laundering of clothes to a screeching halt until we thaw out. I could — and sometimes do — pour hot water down the drain and hope it reaches the frozen block with enough heat to melt it. But this requires some careful supervision of the washing machine while it’s running to stop it in case that little dam is ornery enough to resist the heat and send all the soapy water back out the way it came — all over the floor, and then through the ceiling to the floor below. And as it turns out there are two cases of bronchitis that are requiring my undivided attention — according to the doctor Tristan has a very bad case so I guess Katie has what he would describe as a normally bad case — not to mention my own sinus infection which knocked me flat at the end of last week. So Papa, if you’re reading this, please send pants. Otherwise we’ll have to resort to drastic measures…

Too Small Pants

Life is a Highway

Life Is A Highway

Katrina is obsessed with the movie Cars. She watches it all the time and when she’s not watching it she wishes she was watching it. We try to keep screen time to a minimum around here but with me being sick and her giving up her nap she’s been watching Lightning McQueen more than I care to admit. And since he’s so cool her Daddy got her the Cars soundtrack so we can listen to it while we’re in the car. Actually, we don’t listen to the whole soundtrack, just two songs. Yes, I am one lucky lady.

So, last week we’re coming home from preschool and Katie starts singing along to the song Life Is A Highway which was re-made for the movie by Rascal Flatts. I was more than slightly freaked out by this since I can remember dancing in the gym of my high school to this song circa 1991. Seriously? My kid is already singing remakes of songs from my teenage years? You wouldn’t believe how old that makes you feel. On the upside, at least I knew all the words.