Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Today was Sophia's first day of school. My baby is officially in the first grade. Her first grade teacher is Mrs. Elgar, who used to be a nun, but now is married and drives a woody PT Cruiser. My how things change. Anyway, Sophia really likes her. Sophia got to know Mrs. Elgar a bit last year and was very happy to learn she was her first grade teacher. And when I asked Sophia what she learned today, she told me Mrs. Elgar loves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I guess they're starting off the new school year slowly. Really, what can I expect for the first grade? My happiest part of the day was getting to see Sophia's old kindergarten teacher again. Mrs. Bonica. We love Mrs. Bonica. Couldn't have asked for better. She was offered one of the first grade teaching positions for this year, and I was very upset to learn she turned it down. I would have loved to have her two years in a row. Or for Sophia to have her two years in a row. I actually cried Sophia's last day of kindergarten. I was so sad. Sophia started it though, she was very sad too. And I was post-partem, so I don't know what Sophia's excuse was.
In other news, Annamaria has found her toes. Took her long enough. I was wondering when she would get around to finding her toes. I wonder how much longer until she tries putting them in her mouth. Maybe if she takes her fingers out of her mouth, her toes will stand a chance. I can't wait for that photo opportunity.
Friday, August 26, 2005
She's devastated she'll have to wait another month for her immunizations. Can't you tell?
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
but I'm going out tonight to buy my school supplies
Cause this semester's gonna be a gas,
I said school is in at last
School is in, oh yeah
School is in, yeah yeah yeah, school is in
School is in, oh yeah
School is in, yeah yeah yeah, school is in . . ."
-Josie Cotton, Valley Girl Soundtrack
Yes, I'm excited. Can you tell? St. Mary's School starts this Monday, August 29th, promptly at 8:00 am with Mass. I'm even planning a trip to the uniform store tomorrow, after we deliver lunch, to update Sophia's school uniform needs. Most of the school supplies have been purchased. The only things left on our list is two red pencils and a ruler. I'm hoping that if Sophia and Harrison aren't together all day, every day, maybe they'll learn to appreciate one another. Of course in the back of my mind I know they may never appreciate one another, and if they ever do it probably won't happen until they're adults, but one can dream.
I can hardly believe my first baby is going into the first grade. Where did the time go? She actually is a very good kid. Despite my grumbling about her. Not as innocent as I would have hoped though. When she was three she told her grandma that she wanted to get her nose pierced. Where did that come from? And when we're out shopping, she always notices peoples tatoos. We may be in trouble here. And maybe it's the age, but her favorite past time is dressing up and putting on make-up. The dressing up part I get, but I didn't think she's be that into make-up until she was approaching her teens. It's not like I'm a great influence, I don't even bother with make-up most days. And a fashion diva, I'm not. My favorite shopping is grocery shopping, and I avoid the mall like the plague.
Whenever we're at the Wild Animal Park, I try to take the kids pictures in this fake egg they have. So these pictures are Sophia at 3 months, 6 months, and 4 years. Time to go and take another photo.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
So some friends of ours, Dean and Sue, have a cabin up on Palomar Mountain, and they have invited a group of us up there for the weekend. Very gracious of them. Vince is very excited. He's planning on bringing Harrison up with him so they can sleep under the stars. Good luck with that. Vince also gets to bring his guns and his chainsaw. Both very manly things, in which I have no interest. He hardly ever gets to shoot his weapons, and Dean is an avid hunter and gun person. Also, there were fires up there last year so there are trees that need to be cleared away, a perfect excuse to play woodsmen and get the chainsaws out. I just think they're loud and irritating, but whatever. Neither of which are activities that I feel comfortable having a two year-old around. So this cabin doesn't have a bathroom, it has an outhouse. No thank you, you all enjoy yourselves. And they're all shocked that I really don't want to spend my weekend dealing with a three month-old in a cabin without a bathroom. They think I'm silly. "But the view from the outhouse is amazing", they tell me. "You can see as far as the Salton Sea". Thanks, I've been to the Salton Sea, there really wasn't that much to see up close, let alone from an outhouse. It really wouldn't matter if there was a great view of the Eiffel Tower, an outhouse is an outhouse. So I'll call you from the lounge of the Four Seasons, Ketel One martini in hand, and we can see who's having a better time.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
So this weekend, Vince bought all three Jurassic Parks movies. He couldn't wait to share the scary dinosaur experience with Harrison. Harrison loves dinosaurs (don't all little boys love dinosaurs?), so Vince thought Harrison would really enjoy them. I want it to go on the record that I was against this idea. I thought the kids were too young to see such a violent, action packed movie. I fully expected to have someone extra in our bed that night due to nightmares. But the movie commenced despite my protests, and we all sat down to watch the first Jurassic Park movie. Well, Harrison was so full of energy that he couldn't even sit still long enough to pay attention to the movie, so Vince gave up and put him to bed. Sophia made it though the entire movie, but Vince insisted on covering her eyes on a couple extra violent parts. Now I believe that if you have to cover the child's eyes, then the child shouldn't be watching the movie in the first place, but that's just me. So now Sophia wants to watch the second movie, but Vince thinks it's too violent. So the first one was o-kay, but the second one is too violent? Whatever.
The other day Vince went to wake up Harrison from his nap, and he put the baby in bed with Harrison before waking him up. So when Harrison woke up the first thing he saw was his baby sister, which made him very happy. It's amazing to me how much he loves that little girl.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
So last night was Annamaria's first time with a babysitter. Our regular, Emily, the daughter of a friend of mine. She's very good, and very experienced. Unfortunatelly, it was also Annamaria's first time being fed from a bottle, which she refused. I thought if she got hungry enough, she'd take a bottle, even if she didn't like it. But maybe it was what was inside the bottle that was the problem. I hate pumping. And even though I have the cadillac of breast pumps, I just couldn't bring myself to use it. I justified myself by thinking one night of formula wasn't going to kill her. But apparently Annamaria thought otherwise. Poor Emily called her mom, Sue, in desperation. So when we pulled up to the house, the first thing I noticed was Sue's minivan. Uh oh, what happened? At least we didn't have to drive Emily home. Convenient that her mom was here to take her home. I felt so bad. I'm thinking the $40 we paid her wasn't enough.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tonight Vince and I are going to the Laguna Art Festival's Pageant of the Masters. The tickets were a Christmas gift from my mom. I think she's trying to breathe a little bit of culture into our otherwise dreary lives. I remember the first time I attended the pageant, I was about six years old. The next time I went I was in my late twenties. This is Vince's second trip. It's hard to describe it to someone who's never been. You tell them that pieces of art are recreated with live people, and they just don't get it. "Oh, that's neat?", they think. It's so hard to imagine unless you see it for yourself. Then they go and are amazed at what they're seeing. And the theme changes every year, so it's always new. Except for ending with a recreation of the Last Supper. By different artists though, so that's kind of new every year too.
Here is a picture of Annamaria's first trip to the beach. It was taken in June. Quite the trooper for a six week old. We haven't been to the beach since the beginning of July. We'd better take advantage of the summer and get back out there before August is over. Time is running out, it's almost Christmas afterall.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Lunch for 25 this morning, so I must go get busy. But here is a picture of Sophia as promised.
Friday, August 05, 2005
I have a problem, if I'm offered work I cannot turn it down. Unless I'm busy giving birth or some other serious situation is scheduled in my life, I simply have difficulty saying "no". Of course it's great to actually have customers, better than not having any customers, but today I'm feeling like I was run over by a mac truck. And last night, in the middle of my last job, just when I thought I'd get some breathing room, it was brought to my attention that our small church group is scheduled to meet at our house this Sunday. So make that dinner for about 12 adults and 13 or so kids. And the real work is that the house needs to be presentable too. At least one of my jobs resulted in extra candied ginger scones for my snacking enjoyment.
In an effort to give equal billing to all my children, here is a picture of Harrison modeling his big sister's ballet leotard. His pride of putting it on all my himself is apparent on his beaming face.
I haven't forgotten Sophia, her picture will be next.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Yes, it seems that I am. The photo that I thought would be published with my last entry, I have figured out, is saved as a draft. I think I'll leave it there. But now that I've started this entry without a photo first, I'm going to have to figure out how to save all this blabbing and add a photo without deleting my previous work. Maybe it's sleep deprivation, I really didn't think I was this bad.
On the sleep deprivation note, I thought I'd get tough and just let Annamaria cry it out last night. After about 10 minutes of fussing, Vince suggested I just give the poor girl a break and feed her. Softy. Afterall, she's three months old now, when will I get a solid night's sleep again? Am I being selfish? Thinking a three month old should no longer need to eat every four or so hours at night? Of course as I sit here typing, she snoozes quietly in her swing. And I have lunch for 15 to prepare, so no napping for me. But a second cup of coffee sounds in order.
So just to throw caution to the wind, I'll attempt to post a photo. Let's see what this sleep deprived, technologically challenged mom can do.