Packing Up a Life
You probably already know, either from Facebook or real life, that I'm relocating about 2 hours from Philadelphia. Except one reader who likely didn't know and is probably doing a happy dance now. You're welcome.
At any rate. So the last time I packed up and moved, I didn't have any kids. It is decidedly more difficult to pack with children. You know that part of packing where like everything is sort of all over the place? Yeah, it's hard to child-proof that pile of crap. So everything must go into boxes immediately. And those boxes must be out of reach of little people. Which, when you're living in 1100 square feet, is not easy. I've only just started and the movers come in a week.
I don't know how much I'll post between now and then. Maybe a lot. Maybe not at all. But once I'm settled in the new place, I will. I promise.
I'm going to really miss this town.
Labels: Living, random
The Evolution of Knowing What I've Always Known
Since the beginning of my adulthood, I've realized that the relationship I have with my parents isn't going to change. My head knows to accept this and yet, I can't help but wish it were different. I'm not sure there's anything I could or can do differently, but that doesn't stop the wheels in my head from spinning.
Since my early 30s, another thought has crept in and that is when either or both of my parents pass on, I know I'm going to be left with the heartbreaking feeling that it's too late. All chances gone. Possibility of reconciliation: zero. It will be final, then, that our relationship will end in the opposite manner of it beginning. I was the first child, the one who brought so much joy to their lives. The end of the story will be different. I will be the one with words left unsaid and too much time wasted.
I think John Mayer is a total douchebag who runs his mouth too much. But one of his completely overplayed songs hits home.
Have no fear for givin inHave no fear for giving overYou better know that in the endIt's better to say too muchThan to never say what you need to say againEven if your hands are shakin'And your faith is brokenEven as the eyes are closin'Do it with a heart wide openSay what you need to say.
He'll Either Be a Cop or a Bounty Hunter
Rolo ("reading"
Where the Wild Things Are): Look Mommy, that boy is going to look for bad guys.
Me: Hmmm...I don't think so. I don't think he's looking for bad guys.
Rolo: What he doing then?
Me: I think he's going to look for an adventure.
Rolo: Looking for bad guys is an adventure.
Labels: conversations, Rolo
4 Months and 2.75 Years
Swiss Miss is trying her damnedest to turn over. I am so not ready for that. She is one of the sweetest babies I've met though. Of course, I'm biased but she's so laid back. She doesn't like to be left out the conversation and will voice her frustration if the rest of the family is at the dinner table and she's stuck over in her swing. But otherwise, not much seems to bother her. Her cheeks are ridiculous. I feast on them daily. She's started laughing and it's at that awkward phase where it sounds like she's trying to clear her throat. Adorable. Her hands are constantly in her mouth and I think she's on the verge of teething. Something else I'm not ready for.
She is constantly, constantly fascinated by her brother.
Rolo, on the other hand, is a whirling dervish. Like most kids his age, he's a little bit like a person with untreated bipolar disease. Charming one moment and a maniac the next. But there's lots more good than bad. He's a whiz at counting. The number 14 trips him up for some reason. He tells me things like, "I have two toys and if I take one, then I only got one", which is his version of math.
The other night I was telling him that I needed to make him an appointment with the dentist and our conversation went like this:
R:NOOOOOOOO! NO dentist!
Me: What? The dentist is fine. The dentist is fun.
R: No, no dentist.
Me: How come you don't like the dentist? You've never been to a dentist.
R: I don't want a shot!
Me: Oh. The dentist doesn't give you a shot, bug. No shots.
(I realize it's conceivable that he could get a novacaine shot, but I'm keeping it simple here)R: Oh. So what he do, then?
Me: He brushes your teeth and looks in your mouth.
I love that Rolo is at an age where he can rationalize somewhat and can ask appropriate questions. His sentence structure still needs some work, but I love that he asks things like "What he do then?".
He lacks patience and he watches too much TV. He probably gets his way too often. But he's smart and funny and very caring.
Two kids is good. I like having two.
Labels: conversations, parenting, Rolo, Swiss Miss
