I'm sitting here anxiously awaiting the beginning of the awkwardness that is Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper ringing in the New Year. The holidays are coming to a close and although we've had a blast, I'm just about ready for a clean slate (and a Christmas-tree free living room).
For the past few days, we had a lovely visit with the grandparents. Were it not for psychotic behavior from Shout, it would have been almost perfect. (Here's two things I've learned about her: she NEEDS structure (she doesn't do well when there's no school) AND she doesn't sleep enough (ok, we all knew that)). Combine staying up late over the holidays with no school, and we have a constant 5-alarm meltdown on our hands.
She HAS pulled off a few moments of adorableness which kept us from listing her on Freecycle.
Last night, she was dressed up in a scrub shirt, medical mask and stethescope and she wanted to know where our dress up nurse's hat was. I had no idea and didn't feel like looking so I said, "You know, nurses don't actually even WEAR hats anymore." And SHE said, "Well. I'm a nurse that deals with blood products and we DO wear hats."
So there. She went and found the hat herself.
Today, she's dressed up as Katherine from DC Cupcakes. We watched 5 DVR'ed episodes today (while we were munching on cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcake) and she's been acting it out ever since. She's currently making 1,000 imaginary red velvet cupcakes to make a gigantic platelet for the imaginary American Red Cross benefit.
Cheer's 8th birthday was the other day. It sucks to have a Christmas week birthday. This year, we celebrated Christmas Round 2 and his birthday together. The celebrating went on a bit too long. By the time we were having cake, he was at the end of his rope and pitching a 5-alarm meltdown of his own.
I pulled him into the kitchen and gave him a lecture about how he's NINE now and he needs to ACT like a nine-year old or we aren't going to TREAT him like a nine-year old. I ended with a dramatic stern look and heard Bounce giggling in the next room as she was saying, "Uh, mom. He's EIGHT."
Oh yeah. Well then, he was actually acting just like any other 8-year old acts at 10:15 at night.
As 2010 rolls it's final credits, I'm not feeling very reflective. It wasn't a bad year, but I've already figured out how 2011 can be better. (Which is a whole post in itself.) I'm looking forward. I'm excited about what is to come. There are challenges ahead for me and I'm ready to take them on.
May 2011 hold wonderful surprises for you too.
2 comments:
Happy New Year, my friend! May 2011 bring calm and joy to you. :)
Sue! I'm catching up on a ridiculous amount of lapsed blog reading. Your reverb posts were very interesting - I like the look back/introspection. The "lost friend" post really hit home for me since something very similar happened with a friend of mine. I was in my 20s so time has taken away most of the sting - but traces still linger. Like you, I assume that I did something to cause the break - but I really don't know what it was. Maybe there was a bigger issue I never noticed. Either way - she never told me so 15 years later, it's her fault that we're not friends anymore. But it was also her choice. And 15 years later, I'm not particularly interested in "why" anymore. Too much has happened in my life since then and I'm sure I would think it was petty. I just try to hold on to the good memories and see the end as "just one of those things".
So long comment about something you wrote a month ago later...Happy New Year!!! Hope 2011 is a great one.
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