Friday, April 30, 2010

The Spin Cycle- Rolls

This weeks Spin Cycle is about roles.  Who are you to whom, so to speak.  Are you a Mom or Dad, Lawyer, Doctor, Indian Chief?  Chief, Cook and Bottle Washer?  How many hats do you wear in an average day?

This Spin speaks to something that's been on my mind a lot lately.  Admittedly, it happens mostly on bad days.  Because some days I feel like I'm putting on the hat, but not doing it justice.  Ever have those days?

Yeah, I'm a Mom, but since I sent my kid to daycare with processed mini-muffins for breakfast after whining at him that he needed to move faster in the morning, exactly how well am I doing on that?  Remember those old Calvin and Hobbes cartoons where Calvin rates his Dad's job performance?  I'm glad LG and little o are too young for that.

I'm an accountant, but if you looked at the Audit schedule you'd know I'm an audit behind right now.  I'm on time to work most days.  I dress the part.  It talk the talk, I walk the walk.  But there are better accountants out there.  I'm not up to date on all the latest rules.  I should be studying harder for the test I need to pass, but I don't make the time (notice I didn't say I don't have the time).

I'm a wife, and a home maker, but have you seen my house lately?  Good Housekeeping won't be bestowing a seal on us any time soon (unless they try to seal the doors to keep the innards from contaminating the universe at large).

We won't go into my role as sister, and the fact that my brother called last week and I haven't managed to return that call yet.

I get into those funks where I have the baseball cap on, but the bat just doesn't feel right in my hands.  I'd love to get into my car, roll down the windows, crank the stereo and head out on the open road.  The thought being that somewhere out there in the Universe is the place where I belong.  Where I'll make a difference and things will feel just right.  I will make that hat look good.

And then I realize that leaving here isn't the answer.  I'm where I want to be.  I love all the hats I wear.  Each one is special.  Yeah, maybe I'm not the greatest all the time, but I'm doing the best I can.  Which is all we can ever really do.  Some days I do hit one out of the park, and I just have to learn to appreciate those days more.  Because when the sun is shining, and we're all singing to the radio on the drive home?  I am the World's Greatest.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Travel Tips Thursday

If you don't have children, or never intend to travel with your children, turn away now.  This post will bore you to tears, and I'd hate to do that on a relatively nice Thursday.  If you have kids, or had kids, read on.  Hopefully my experience can assist (or amuse) you somewhat.

 The elusive Toddalope.   Only found in Kansas.

Caveat before you go on:  These things work for my two monkeys.  I have no idea if they'll work on your kids.  Your kids may be llamas, or sloths for all I know.  Feel free to try them or ignore them as you see fit.

We took the monkeys on a 2 hour plane trip out to Topeka, Kansas this past weekend (ok, we flew into Kansas City, Mo, if you want to be picky, and then we drove the 1 1/2 hours to Topeka).  It was a fully successful trip.  We had two minor snafoos, but even those were ok.  

1)  This is a big one:  Prepare your kid for the trip.  Talk about it before hand.  We decided that two weeks was an appropriate amount of time.  Just enough to get LG excited, but not enough to make it abstract.  We talked about getting to go on an airplane, and seeing the farm and his cousin Karson.  We let him know he'd have to sit in his car seat, and we'd go up in the air.  We talked about going through airport security, and staying close to PB at all times.  Before we left, we decided that I would be responsible for little o, and PB would take care of LG (we did trade off once or twice, but with really clear communication.  Nobody thought a kid was "with the other person" when they weren't.)  Same thing about the car trip.  We talked about going on the highway, and stopping at the rest stops.  We told LG he'd be in his own big boy bed, and little o would be in the pack and play at the hotel.  Make sure they know what to expect and what you expect of them.

2)  If you are going to fly, put kids who can walk into their own seat in a car seat (if you can afford it).  I know it's tempting to save the money and put your 18 month old on your lap, but that's just uncomfortable for both you and them.  No little kid who can walk wants to spend more than a half hour on your lap quietly.  And it's a tight fit in those airline seats.  If your kid knows they have to sit in their car seat at all times in the car, they won't even think about getting out on the plane.  And they're much more comfortable.

3)  Make sure you research what can and can't go on an airplane, what can be gate checked, what needs to be in a quart size clear bag, etc.  Do this well before hand so you know your options.  Call the airline and the airport if anything is unclear.  I ended up buying little o's formula straight from the manufacturer so I could get the 6 oz nursettes.  I called the airport to make sure it was ok.  I got the name, title and phone number of the woman who said it was, just in case some power hungry security guy gave me a problem.  They allowed them in my carry on as long as they were still manufacturer sealed.  Yes, someone checked the seal.  We gate checked two strollers and little o's car seat at no charge, with no complaints by anyone.  LG's carseat was strapped into the airline seat.  If your airline has this stuff on their website, print it out and bring it with you.  You can never be too prepared. 

4)  On our way out to Kansas, I kept the things that would have to be taken out of the carry on in a separate grocery bag.  Little o's medicine and formula, and our toiletries were in clear quart size bags, I just put those bags into a grocery bag.  I knew they'd go into the carry on to go on the plane, but I kept them out before security.  I just dumped the contents of my grocery bag into one of those little bins, without having to open our carry on while in line and juggling the kids.  Then, once we were through security, I took my time to get them into our luggage.

This one helped a lot.  Kids need to be out of strollers and car seats and go through the metal detector, so you've got your hands full.  Their jackets and shoes have to come off, just like yours do.  Your going to have a line of people behind you, they don't want to wait for you to fish out your krappe and juggle your kids.

I'll admit that I didn't do this on the way home and it caused a minor snaffoo.  LG was having a little anxiety (more on that in a second) and PB was distracted and forgot to take the medicine out of the carry on.  When the lady discovered this, not only did she act like I was trying to smuggle nuclear grade weapons on the plane, but she gave all our stuff an extra critical eye and me a 7 minute (yes, I timed it) lecture on how to travel. It sucked and threw off my mojo.

5)  Bring different levels of snacks and a few different distractions.  If the kids are behaved they get level 1 (in our case graham crackers).  If they start to get antsy they get level 2 (fruit snacks).  If they were on the verge of meltdown we had level 3 (m&ms, jelly beans).  We had books, markers and paper and their comfort item (we allowed LG to pick 2 small things to bring on the plane, he chose his snuggle blanket and a stuffed animal).  Avoid stuff that makes noise where the volume can't be turned off or that need space to play (we didn't take his cars, or his toy phone- nobody around us wanted to hear "help me call my friend" over and over for 2 hours).  LG had his own backpack with his stuff (not the snacks, I controlled those).  We tried it on the night before to make sure it wasn't too heavy for him to carry. 

6)  Travel at a time of day that's good for both you and your kids.  I know it's tempting to drive through the night, or take the red eye and hope the kids sleep, but what if they don't?  Also, if you travel in the middle of the night, you're tired the next day.  Then you're grumpy. Who wants that on vacation?  And we all know that the sleep you get in a car or on a plane is never as good as it is in bed.  Give up that extra 1/2 day at your destination and just travel when everyone can be expected to be at their best.  Make the trip an adventure, instead of just a means of getting there, if you can.

7)  Kids are unpredictable, go with it.  Our second snaffoo happened on the way home at the KC airport.  It's a much smaller airport, so security is pretty much right at the gate.  No long line to prepare in.  LG was holding his stuffed giraffe when we got to the metal detector.  The security guy snagged it from his hands and put it in a bin on the conveyer belt.  This did not go over well.  Cue crying 2 year old not understanding why some strange man just took his Stretchy away.  Followed by grumpy security man who didn't understand why a 2 year old wouldn't just walk through the metal detector and get his stuffed animal back.  Yeah, it was good times.  PB ended up carrying him through.  It took me just a few minutes to get him to stop crying, but all this happened while the lady was rummaging through our stuff.  It was a stressful few minutes.

8)  Buy what you can at your destination.  We didn't bring food or diapers with us.  In our case I sent them ahead with my in-laws who drove.  But it would have been just as easy to do a little internet search for the grocery store nearest our hotel and plan a trip there once we arrived.  You need to bring clothes and stuff like that, but why carry stuff you don't have to?  It's probably a good idea to know where the nearest Walmart is anyway, so that when you realize you didn't pack socks for your 7 month old or the sheet for the pack and play you don't freak out.  Just saying, it happens.

Last bit of advice:  smile and be friendly to everyone around you.  Let people who are alone with no bags go ahead of you.  Thank people who are helpful.  Everyone on our trip (minus the jerk at security) was really understanding.  They helped us out, and were patient.  I don't normally give LG chocolate, but when the steward on the way home handed him a Twix bar for being such a good boy, I smiled and let him take it.  Many people complimented him on being so well behaved.

And that, my friends, is all I've got.  Like I said above, this won't work for everyone.  It may not apply to you at all.  But it did work for us.  If you've got any specific questions, feel free to leave a comment and I'll get back to you.

Come back next Thursday for actual pictures of the trip.  Cow being born and all.  And, as always, via con dios.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts- Blogaversary


Hello and welcome to a very special episode of Random Tuesday Thoughts.  We have some good stuff to cover, so I'll do my shout out to Keely for hosting and get on with the show!

->It's my 2nd blogaversary!  Two whole years of boondocktasm.  Can you imagine?  Who knew two years ago that I'd meet all of you and it would end up being so much fun.  The modern gift for two years is supposed to be china (is that for all those people who did not get the full serving for 8 at their wedding?  sounds like a krappy gift, to me.)   Since I abhor the idea of more dishes in my house (please note that this part was directed specifically at PB's mom!), I'd rather you all go out and have Chinese food for dinner to celebrate with me!  Then pick up some ice cream for dessert, since we all know you'll be hungry an hour later no matter how much you eat.

->  I am going to show my age and say I do not understand fashion today.  I finally fit back into my "regular" jeans.  And when I got them out of the closet, I noticed they're looking the worse for wear.  PB suggested I go buy a new pair or two.  Yeah.  Everything I looked at appeared to be more worn than the ones I was replacing.  What the hell?  Why do I want jeans that look like someone else wore them before I did?  With rips and paint splatters?  Now I'm not going to use the term "dressy jeans" because that'd be all redneck and stuff, but what are you supposed to wear to a nicer (but still casual) place if you're "going out" jeans look the same as the ones you mowed the yard in?  Please, someone under 25, explain the logic here.

->We just got back from our trip to Topeka, Kansas.  It was a great weekend.  We saw a baby cow being born!  Coolest thing ever.  Come back on Thursday if you want some travel tips for flying with two small children.  Come back next Thursday if you want to see our actual trip.  There was just too much excitement for me to get it all into a Random Tuesday post.  Puppies, and horsies and kites, oh my.  

->  I finally found an honest dr that I like.  She looked at my chart and we had a long discussion of my allergies/asthma.  Then she came out with, "To be honest, Mama Badger, medicine is half science and half black magic.  We take what we know and try to apply it the best we can, but everyone reacts differently.  Nobody is a 'textbook' case, they don't exist.  We'll try some different stuff and see if what we throw into the magic cauldron works for you.  If not, we'll try something else until we figure out the right combination.  It might be the first try, it might take us years."  Finally, an answer that sounds reasonable and straight forward.

->  PB goes to France next week.  Stinky face.  But here's where I need your help.  What do they have in France that he could bring me back?  Something French.  That he can get through customs (that's a big stumbling block!)

->  I wish Sprite's Keeper's "appearances" post was this Friday.  On our flight out to Kansas, there was a group of around 15 or so "directional drillers".  Imagine big burly, dirty and foul mouthed miners.  I was a little worried that either LG and little o would be horribly behaved and really make them upset, or the things my kids picked up would be the talk of the weekend.  But neither thing happened.  They thought LG was hysterical.  They kept asking him questions, and getting him excited for the plane ride.  Little o just thought they were fascinating to look at.  During the ride, PB and LG sat behind two of them.  They didn't recline their seats so that LG would have more room.  PB read LG poems from a Shel Silverstein book, and when we went to leave, one of them said he enjoyed them so much he wanted to buy his kids that book!  How funny is that?  Just goes to show, appearances mean nothing in the end.

Well, that about wraps up today's edition of Random Thoughts.  Go visit Keely and have a good week!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Spin Cycle- Quotes

This week's Spin Cycle is your favorite quotes.  Movie quotes, song quotes, your favorite show, your inspiration.  It's all fair game.  

Here are some of my favorites:

Don't let people drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance.  ~Author Unknown

It's hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head.  ~Sally Kempton

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing. ~Phyllis Diller

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone? -Stand by Me

Get busy living, or get busy dying. -Shawshank Redemption

Talk to me, Goose. -Top Gun

You know what's gonna happen to you? I am gonna march you over to the zoo and feed you to the yak. -Breakfast at Tiffany's

I think so, Brain, but what if the hippopotamus won't wear the beach thong? -Pinky and the Brain

What's a nibble between friends?- Madagascar

I could go on all day, but I won't.  These are just some of my favorite's.  Lately PB and I have been quoting "Phineas and Ferb" because it's our cartoon du jour.   

That being said, I'm out.  Have a good weekend.  Go visit Sprite's Keeper for some other fun stuffs.

Travel Tip Thursday!

Welcome to Travel Tip Thursday, hosted by Pseudo.  I've been promising this post for a while, so I apologize for the wait.  But here it is, the now infamous BUZZARD POST!

If you didn't see my past buzzard post, I'll give you a little background.  Hinkley, Ohio celebrates the returning of the turkey vultures every year, the Sunday after the ides of March.  This is when they believe the majority of buzzards return to roost.  The celebration involves the Cleveland Metroparks naturalists giving some buzzard expos, complete with buzzards from their "collection" (these are buzzards that were taken in because they were injured, but are not able to be released into the wild for various reasons).  There are "buzzard toss" games (corn hole with buzzard bean bags) and a buzzard board that tracks the sitings of the latest arrivals.  There is a guy in a big buzzard suit, and an open bus tour of the park for further viewing.  It's a little odd, but a good way to spend a morning outside.

We arrived in Hinkley in the height of the celebration (around 10:00am).  There were lots of people and lots of dogs and, of course, lots of Buzzards.  LG took a short snooze in the car, so he was a little grumpy, and the crowd displeased him.  He was only willing to participate if someone was holding on to him (which is a bit unusual for LG).

PB lifted him up to the measuring board to reveal that LG has about the "wingspan" of the average hawk.  Both PB is a full vulture and I am a mid size vulture.  Little o?  Slightly larger than a crow.
We visited the police horses.  I'm pretty sure LG has seen a horse up close before, but the size of these guys just flipped him out.  He kept saying, "Too big.  Too big.  Horsies are too big."  But he did warm up and finally give the dark brown one a pet on the nose.  

Little o decided that this nature outing was an event best slept through. 

LG won a buzzard lollipop at the "Buzzard Toss".  I think the guy underestimated him.  He let him stand right at the bottom of the board.  First toss was an overhand right into the hole.  Then he had to go and give the "buzzard" a kiss to say he was sorry that he threw him.  It was a long game after that.  The lollipop was just what we needed to get him away and on to the next activity.

We spent some time watching the naturalists talk about specific buzzards that they had at the Nature Center.  LG was enthralled.  After that all we heard was, "Hug buzzard.  Hug buzzard."  Try convincing a 2 year old that buzzards don't want to be hugged.

The last thing we did was take a photo in the buzzard cut out.  Since LG had to be on PB's shoulders to get into the right spot, we didn't have someone to fill the ranger's spot.  Oh, well.

I just realized that I didn't take a single picture of a buzzard that day.  No big loss there.  They're pretty ugly.

All in all, it was a good day.  We got some sun, we saw some birds, we supported the crazy people of Hinkley.  
While I wouldn't make a trip specially for the buzzards, if you happen to be in Cleveland in March, it's well worth an hour or two to visit.

Safe travels, all.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

Well, it's that time of the week again.  Put your hair up in a pony tail on the side and put a glittery rainbow sticker on your binder.  Keely wants flowers and Unicorns this week.  I will do my best to comply.  Because she had Betty White wielding a flaming chain saw riding a John Ritter centaur.  Want to see it, too?  You'll have to go visit her.  But not until you're done here.

PB and I are in "must not forget" mode.  We're headed to a family function out in Kansas this weekend, so we're trying to keep our act together.  Unfortunately, that's like packing Ringling Brothers into a mini-van.  Except we're flying (and we don't own a mini-van).  So it's more like packing Ringling Brothers into a carry on.  Should be a good time.  Neither of the boys has been on an airplane, so I'm hoping the adventure of it all will carry us through with mostly good behavior.  Stop laughing.  Just be happy it won't be your chair LG kicks for the whole flight.

My housework is conspiring against me.  Seriously.  The minute I think we're in good shape, I take a look around and realize it's time to start all over.  I blame it on all the men in my house.  Not that they don't clean, they do.  See, I have proof:

It's just that the minute they're done cleaning they see the clean surface as an opportunity.  To make another mess.  Ever feel like Sisyphus?

Someone asked how the whole "I gave up Coke for Lent" thing went.  Let's just say I'm glad that little experiment is over.  I only cheated once or twice (once in a social situation where the host had brought Coke specifically for me, and once when we were out with family and the boys were driving me crazy).  It did reduce my Coke habit, though.  Instead of a daily Coke, now I'm down to about 3 or 4 a week.  I'd say it was Diving Assistance, but I'm pretty sure God laughed his booty off for that whole 40 days.

PB became a victim of "the one time I do something wrong I get caught" syndrome this weekend.  He does not swear.  Well, not as much as I do.  But this weekend, it slipped out in frustration.  "Oh, Fudge!"  Except he didn't say Fudge.  And immediately  after we heard, "Fudge, fudge, fudge!"  It was a "Thank god it wasn't me" moment.  We ignored it and it lost it's charm.  I'm sure it will make an appearance at school this week, though.  Just waiting for that call.

I apologize for missing "I'd rather be..." Monday yesterday.  Truthfully?  I'd have rather been fighting off fire breathing dragons than be at work yesterday.  Our company has a habit of hiring people and not telling anyone (I assume HR knows, but that's one person and she's good with a secret).  So, new hires mysteriously appear with an hour or so's notice.  It doesn't make my boss a happy person.  I'm glad it's over.

The volcano in Iceland?  Not soothing my "end of times" notions.  Anyone hopped on that bandwagon since last week? I'm just saying, the evidence is mounting.  I wonder if anyone has studied whether more people are finding God this year than ever before.  Wouldn't surprise me.

On a happier note, come back Thursday for Buzzard pics.  I promise this time.  They're on the right computer.  Good stories and all.

Now go away.  I know you want to see Betty White.  Hop on over to Keely's  take a gawk.  Betty will appreciate it.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Spin Cycle- Words

This weeks Spin Cycle is "Words".  I did a post on words just a week or so ago (remember, my favorite words?  Got you all to say "Paul Tsongas" and shekyl?).  So, today I'm going to cheat.  Tee hee hee.  Jen thought she'd stump us on this one, but no.  I've got it covered.

These are from the Luau at school.  There's just something about a boy in a Hawaiian shirt that says, "I'm here for the party.  Don't tell my Mom."  Other parents might have had to scramble to get a Luau themed outfit for that day, but all I had to do was open the closet.  Because we're always ready for a party here in the Badger Den.  If you come visit, be sure to dress appropriately.

And if a picture is worth a thousand words, I just wrote an essay.  Now go visit Sprite's Keeper and see how everyone else Spinned (Spun?  Done Spinned?) this one!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

It's Tuesday.  Yes, I just verified it is, in fact, the 2nd day of the workweek.  Time to gather up the ducks, fluff up their tail feathers and get them all in a mental row for you guys.  When you're done perusing my legion of confusing thoughts, go see Keely.  She'll make you have faith in the world again.

->  Any one else thinking "end of days" thoughts?  I'm not a big believer in that kind of thinking, but all the earth quakes and plane crashes and mine explosions had me thinking the other night, is someone trying to send us a REALLY BIG MESSAGE that we're all ignoring?  Meh, I hit snooze and went back to dreaming about Rob Lowe and bacon.

->  PB and I were driving down a suburban street the other day when we both watched a "large" man shut his trunk with his gut.  No hands, I swear.  I looked at PB and said, "If I ever get lazy enough to use my fat as an appendage, please lock me up and throw away the key."  All he could say was, "You saw that too, huh?"

->Little o can now say, "Dada".  As usual, what starts out cute ends up annoying.  It was fun when he first starting "talking".  Now I don't have a single moment of the day when someone isn't directing their verbal spew at me.  Great.  I shall now start resenting all of my children's milestones.

->  I was watching "Snow White" the other day.  And it occured to me, at what age is it appropriate to check out your boss' daughter?  Think about it.  In order for the mirror to decide who was fairest, he had to be checking Snow White out.  Was he checking her out all along, and suddenly he decided, "Yup, she's 16.  I can officially call it like it is now." ?  Or was it more of a, "Holy krappe.  When did Snow get so hot?"  At no time did I try to name all the dwarfs.  Ever.

->  Much to Jan's unhappiness, I'm going to talk about a TV show.  When you get a chance, Google "RuPaul's Drag Race".  Watch an episode.  Holy cows, that's funny stuff.  

->  Funniest moment in little o's history.  I was in the grocery store with him the other day, and he was giggling his little head off.  I couldn't figure out why.  After a sudden burst of happiness, I turned around.  To find a really big, muchly tattooed biker standing over my head making faces at the baby.  It was hysterical.  He'd been following me for aisles and I hadn't noticed at all.  He was in love with the little guy.  Little o has this effect on high school boys, too.  Nothing is better than finding a random person that you think wouldn't like babies at all falling all over a kid.  It must be the chubby cheeks and infectious smile.  LG might rule the world one day, but little o will be his front man.

->  I finally gave in the other night and got LG his own dish of ice cream.  You'd think I'd given him the Hope Diamond.  He had his finished long before PB and I were done with ours.  And now we realize that our best diet plan was unknown to us.  He'd been eating most of our ice cream for us.  Now I might have to share with PB, or we'll both be on the Jenny Craig before you know it.

->  I am becoming an infomercial believer.  First it was the Magic Brownie Pan.  Now it's Space Bags.  I'm a convert.  No more plastic bins of little boy clothes taking up every closet.  Now they're all swished down into nice little bags that fit neatly on the shelves on the closets.  Amazing.  Billy Mays, I worship at your late night feet.

->  They shall no longer be called the "Terrible Twos" in our house.  They will be known as the "OMG, how the hell does any child live to see the age of 18 if they're all like this"???  Yeah, fun for the whole family.

Ok, I'm all out of random.  Go over to the Un-Mom now and don't tell her I sent you.

Monday, April 12, 2010

I'd rather be... Monday

Good morning, internets!  Time for "I'd rather be..." Monday.  Slouch in your chair, slurp your coffee and think of all the miserable things you could be doing that make work seem  like a dream.

I'd rather be at work than sorting through 17 years of accumulated krappe in order to move out of my house by the end of April!  Our AA just sold her condo (it's been on the market for 4 years!).  She's very excited, but the new owner has a deadline of April 30th.  Why?  I guess she's an older woman who's husband's insurance will release him from his rehab facility on the 30th.  She needed a one floor house for him to come home to.  So, our AA has to get all of her ducks in a row and get the heck out.  She's worried she'll start divesting in her rush to leave, and end up regretting it.  I feel for her.

I'd rather be at work than trying to find a new Dr.  PB had finally gotten on the band wagon and decided that our old dr is useless.  PB is one of those men who will wait until his arm is falling off and then go to the Urgent  Care.  The potential new health care system and his age have him thinking, though.  He's finally decided that maybe he should form a relationship with a doctor so that he has someone tracking his general health into his "middle" years.  Oh, and his tummy hurts.  I'm not mocking him.  Nor am I saying, "I told you so".  I'm just sitting smugly in my office chair...

So, what about you?  Tired of spreading fertilizer all over the garden?  Sick of spring cleaning?  Need to get away from your kids?  Tell me what makes work worthwhile (besides the paycheck).  Go ahead, I'm listening.  I'll still love you when  you're done.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Spin Cycle- Appearances

I'm spinning early this week.  It's not often that life hands me a Spin, but this weekend, it did.  This week's topic is "appearances".

This weekend was beautiful in NE Ohio (I know, you're about to pass out from the shock).  The weather was warm the sun was out.  The Badger Clan headed out to the local park on Saturday to see if we could run off some little boy energy before nap time.  LG had a great time exploring all the jungle gyms, and climbing apparatus.  Since he was by himself, he occasionally tried to engage some of the other kids that were playing.  Most had other siblings with them, so after the initial, "Hi" they went on their own way.  One little boy was also alone, though.  He was more than willing to scramble through the tunnels and down the slides with LG.  

At first all I noticed was that he was a little bit bigger than LG.  Maybe 4 or 5.  Then my radar went off.  Most 4 or 5 year old little boys want no part of waiting for a younger kid, never mind being encouraging or hold their hand.  On closer inspection, the little boy was wearing hearing aids in both ears.  It occurred to me that patience must come with all this little boy's territories.  He might be happy to have a littlier kid to hang out with, it's probably less pressure for him.  So, I just sat back and watched.  They seemed to get along really well.

At one point LG finally noticed the little boys hearing aids, and made a grab for the wires behind his ears.  I immediately jumped up to pull his hand back an make him apologize.  But I was too late.  The little boy had already taken LGs hand, very gently, and was trying to explain to him what the hearing aid was for.  I was amazed.  He knew just how to handle my two year old, what to say and how to explain.  Far, far better than I ever would have.  Here, I was ready to defend this little boy, and he didn't need it at all.  He wasn't helpless or challenged at all, he was just patient and friendly.

What interests me most is that LG didn't see this little boy as "different" in any way, except that he had something curious in his ears.  It might as well have been a baseball cap or shoes that light up.  He was curious, but not in that "I want to know what's WRONG with you" way.  More of an, "Oooh, that's shiny" kind of curiosity.

I'd like to think that I don't see people as dis-abled, but rather differently abled.  But apparently, I don't.  Even though I didn't judge the little boy as having a handicap, I still thought he needed more help than the average 4 year old would.  All the I'm happy to say I was wrong in my thinking, though.  Hopefully, all the differently abled people LG meets in life are as open and honest as this little boy.  Maybe the next generation will not have to "learn" that we're all equals, they just won't know any different.  (Is "differently abled" what we're supposed to say, now, by the way?  I don't want to offend anyone.  Please correct me if there is a better way to say it.)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

RTT- back from wherever.

The button above means it's once again Tuesday.  Whew.  I made it.  I'm going to swim around in the random sea.  Find yourself some swimmies or an inner tube and come along.

->  First, I must apologize for my inconsistent posting in the last few weeks.  I don't want to make excuses, but PB had jury duty, I went on a business trip and LG is two.  That should explain our chaos.  Breaks at work were used to mitigate that chaos.  But it's over now (thank god).

->  I'm going to out myself.  I love marshmallow peeps. Now, don't get your panties in a bunch.  I don't care if you hate them.  I don't care if there is not any nutritional value to them.  I get one box at Easter and I eat it.  Let it go.  Don't like them?  Don't eat them.  And if I offer you a chocolate coated one, just say, No.  Don't give me a lecture on how they're disgusting.  It won't make me like you more.

->  Do you remember that company "Wham-O"?  They made frisbees and other assorted krappe (like lawn darts!)  I miss their commercials.  Recent toy commercials are way to glitzy.  And complicated.  Remember when a commercial was two kids on the lawn playing with their yo-yo's?  Maybe doing a "walk the dog" move that you aspired to learn?  A catchy tune in the background ("it walks down stairs, alone or in pairs").  Now?  They give me ADD just watching them.  I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to want to buy at the end.

->  While I was away on business, I knew I had to bring back a "present" for LG.  To make up for my absence.  When PB went away, he brought back books.  Which LG read, loved, and then asked for his "present".  Knowing a trip to the airport Borders wouldn't garner me favor, I instead visited the "cheap trinket" store and brought back stuffed crabs (I was in Baltimore, people.  Get your mind out of the gutter.)  A blue one for LG and a red one for little o.  Many loving kissies were bestowed on the crab.  I got one token "Hey you're back" kiss.

->  Why do people complain about self inflicted problems?  Publicly.  And expect sympathy.  There are a few women in our office who like to stand in the kitchen and complain about their weight while pouring "International Delight" into their coffee and nibbling on danish.  Oh, and make snide comments about those who don't share in their misery.  Ok, you're chubby.  Who cares?  But don't pick on me because I'm not overweight.  Don't make under you breath comments about my eating habits or mock my corn flakes.  I'm not suggesting control top panty hose to you, am I? 

-> PB will now be known as "Stinky Face" around our house.  Because his company wants to send him to France for a business trip.  And I can't go (don't ask why, it still pisses me off.  no, it has nothing to do with the boys.  they'd be happy to have both of us in a foreign country if it meant staying with an Auntie for a week or so).  Needless to say, while I'm excited for his opportunity, I'm not excited about not getting to go.  So, he shall be "Stinky Face" to feel the wrath.

->  Could everyone who actually understands the new health care laws please stand up?  I'll take anyone who REALLY understands how they will effect them, go ahead stand up.  Ahhh, we're all still sitting, I see.  Then please stop complaining about how they'll raise your taxes, and lower you benefit.  You'll lose your job, or your employer will stop offering benefits.  There are lawyers still trying to figure this krappe out.  I refuse to believe that the people whining the loudest (and making threats, and being violent) can truly predict what will happen.  They're causing a whole lot of fuss based on a the few snippets the media has put out there.  And it's infuriating because people will listen to their ranting and not do their own homework.  And, quite frankly, I'm a little tired of it.  I'm tired of people wanting their "freedom" and refusing to acknowledge that their "freedom" costs the rest.  Sigh, now I'm ranting. 

Ok, I'm off.  Have a good week.  Go  get some discounted Easter candy and gain a lb or two before bathing suit season.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I'd rather be... Monday

Ooophk.  Last week was a long week.  Holidays, business trips, jury duty.  Our house was a whirlwind of stuff that doesn't usually happen.  More on that tomorrow.

But, today is MONDAY.  And so, we'd rather be at work, right?  Than out in the real world, facing the horrors beyond the woven cubicle walls?  What's making work seem like an island paradise to you today?

For me:

I'd rather be at work than trying to figure out what to do with a rabbit that I bought for my kid for Easter that they have no interest in.  (this one from my co-worker.  she tried to get me to take the rabbit.  i said no, then giggled at her.)

I'd rather be at work than trying to convince my kid he can't have another jelly bean.  Because he already brushed his teeth.  And it's time for bed.  No, the stuffed puppy doesn't get one, either.  Scammer.

Hope you get through this Monday relatively un-scathed.  And I promise, I'll try to blog a little more this week than the past few.  The storm of krappe should be dying down, I hope.