Random Bullets of Random Bits

  • A has two weeks left of school.  Two weeks.  And then she will be a kindergartener.  Hard to believe that a child who was only four months old when I started this blog is old enough to head off to school for 5+ hours a day.
  • But, before I find myself with 5+ hours of childless time next September, we have to make it through a camp-free summer of family togetherness.  C, who was a huge proponent of no camp a month ago has now changed his tune now that he has figured out that a) no camp means a summer of hanging around with boring mom and b) just because there is no school does not mean he gets to watch more TV and play more video games.  Too bad kiddo, the budget doesn’t include camp now…
  • I actually think we are actually solving the no camp issue rather nicely through two jaunts to Maine, but talk to me on Labor Day and I’ll let you know for sure.
  • The kids are also taking swimming lessons every day for six weeks.  And if they still can’t swim at the end of this summer after 5+ years of year-round swim lessons, I am throwing up my hands and buying them adult-sized floaties.  Because I cannot spend another winter sitting at the indoor pool twice a week watching my children flail about like they have never seen the water before.
  • I just purchased the yarn to make this sweater. Botanica_Back_small
  • I’m crazy, aren’t I.  I figure it should take me the rest of my life or so.  Anyone want to knit along with me?
  • My graduate school adviser called to check in a few days ago.  Apparently, I have lost my place as “the best student he ever had” to someone he had last year.  I was a bit devastated, but M pointed out that I had had a good 10-year run there.  Doesn’t make me feel much better though.  Especially since my former title has been replaced with “world’s meanest mommy.”
  • I can’t believe it has been 11 years since I was in grad school.
  • My backyard is a disaster.  And I have no idea where to start on it.  I have a feeling it involves ripping out everything and starting over, but that sounds expensive, and given my propensity towards killing green things I can’t imagine it would wise expenditure.  So I am spending another summer staring at the weeds and waiting for my  fairy godmother to wave her wand and miraculously re-landscape my yard.
  • And if the fairy godmother happens to be stopping by my house, it would be nice if she repainted my eating area and hung some window treatments too.  I figure, might as well ask her, right?
  • Perhaps I will sit and knit all summer instead.  Except I will have to learn to like cotton I think.

The Forgotton Generation

Rebecca: “Hey!  Travel Savvy Mom made the list of Power Mom Bloggers!  Does that make me a Power Mom?  Or a quarter of a Power Mom?”

Chichimama: “A quarter of a Power Mom I think.  Now I have to check this list out.”

Chichimama goes digging through the internets and finds said (not so easily googleable list).  (BTW, you have to scroll halfway down the press release and then download a PPT presentation to actually get to the list.  Neilson?  Your PR department should call me…)

Chichimama: “I only recognize a few names on here.  Where is Mir?”

Rebecca: “I KNOW!  Who are all these people?  I mean Heather Armstrong, OK…”

Chichimama: Do you think we are out of the blogging loop?”

Rebecca: “Well, I AM a quarter of a Power Blogger…”

Chichimama: “Hey. Wait, did you read this?  We aren’t ANYTHING!”

Rebecca: “Huh?”

Chichimama: “Look!  They grouped moms into two categories, older than 40-50 with 3+ kids, and 25-34 with 1 or 2 kids.  Apparently, all that money we spend at Target doesn’t count.”

Rebecca: “So I need to have more kids or get older?”

Chichimama: “You need to have more kids AND get older.”

Chichimama: “We are the Forgotten Mom Generation!”

Overheard at the Breakfast Bar

C: “I wanted the purple vitamin!”

Chichimama: “You get what you get and you don’t get upset.”

C: “Yeah, only I AM upset.”