We heard this song — from the They Might Be Giants album released today — on XM the other day and Katie said, Daddy, this is what you should do. If only.
And I don’t mean metaphorically. I think I have twice now actually thrown money in the garbage never to be recovered. I’m not talking about 47¢ either, we’re talking an envelope from the bank. The kind of envelope that holds tens and twenties. I blame Katrina, her and her little bits of paper everywhere. The money, which I think was on the kitchen table, probably got buried under some artwork that was recycled. I bet the garbage men didn’t think to look through the trash for a tip. Oh well, easy come easy go. I seem to have perfected the latter now if I can just figure out the former.
UPDATE: Apologies to Katie, I have unearthed the most recent envelope which was also the most cash-filled one. I’m still pretty sure the other ended up in the trash though. Must figure out a new system….
My friend Amanda Jean thinks that daylight savings time is just a way to torture parents of small children. I think she might be onto something. Little ones are really good at listening to their body rhythms. This is good — they don’t eat except when their hungry — but in this case bad — Tristan still thinks it’s 7:00 AM when it’s really 6:00 AM. This morning he started his antics shortly before 5. Let me assure you, there is a huge difference between being awoken at a time that starts with four and one that starts with five. That peaceful picture is of the two of them sleeping in a hotel last month. They have separate rooms at home. Thank goodness.
Yesterday Katie was sharing some crackers with Tristan and he choked a little bit on one. I think it just caught in his throat a little — no heimlich necessary — but he was pretty upset about it. After the initial cry and banging on his back I tried to hug him and console him and he pushed me away. I asked him, Do you want sister? to which he replied with a vigorous nod. So sweet but broke my heart at the same time.
Getting Katie ready for preschool yesterday was no different than any other preschool day. That is, there was a lot of arguing about what clothes she was going to wear — her two selections were a wool pullover and rabbit lined boots, or a cotton sundress with spaghetti straps and flip flops, both for temps in the 60s — whether she should brush her teeth — obviously yes — and what kind of hairdo she should have — I actually could care less as long as her hair is out of her eyes. At one point I said to her Katrina, you need to listen to me or you will be going to time-out. to which she replied You need to listen to………Grandmom or you will go to time-out. Good catch little girl. I know you were about to say I had to listen to you or I would go to time-out and well, we all know that would have backfired.