Snow DayZ

It's 9pm. Willy has taken the BAR, and is on his way home to me. It's weird that I can't sleep without him since I like to lay spread eagle on a diagnal in the middle of our bed and really he get's in the way, never mind that he's a blanket hog. Anyway Law School is over. Huzzah!

In other news:

1. Sorry, there are no pictures. I can't remember to carry a camera anywhere.
2. I've also been forgetting the sun screen. Now my snow white kids look like me. People don't ask if I'm the nanny anymore. Which is a shame. Not being able to tease people, I mean. Hola?
3. Willy woke me up from my early early morning nap on Monday to say - "Luke thinks his muffin is a dog and now he wont eat it. He said, Dog? [pause] Hi Dog! Grrrrrr!"
4. Luke thinks he can swim. At the beginning of the summer I had to drag him into the pool screaming. Now, he's very enthusiastic. He'll even jump in without his vest. The fist time he tried that I tried to give him a healthy sense of his own mortality, by refusing to rescue him right away. He was not phased. And you know what? He can sort of keep his head above water, but really he prefers to float face down. It's a little disconcerting for the life guard (who Luke has named Bicycle), and other swimmers.
5. Isabella also likes to keep her head underwater. This week she got a pair of pink goggles. She can swim half the length of the pool underwater.
6. This week she's been doing her utmost to mortify me. Just today she interupted the story time lady at Barnes and Noble to declare that she didn't like the lady's choice of nail polish. "It's not cool," she said. It was a fairly involved conversation, and while the moms and nannies were chuckling (because it wasn't their kid?), I wanted to die. And today she told the life guard that he is weak. I'm not sure what prompted her critism, or what qualifies her to make it... but yeah she's full of opinions these days. She never hesitates to share, and she will not be ignored. I wish I could remember the positive things she says. She must say nice things all the time, because strangers generally like her and I'm not always cringing.
7. And, I went to the eye doctor. She says I have excellent insurance. Thank you Willy for being employed. And she said I might have occular migraines, I need to see a regular doctor. Again, thank you Willy for being employed and having excellent insurance. Still- I'm going to be able to see again! (A month ago Luke broke my glasses. He snapped them in half. They were the flexy kind)

There are two girls at our swimming pool who are under supervised. I'm not worried about their mortality, because of the life guard. But the life guard has no authority to curb their behaviour. The first day we played with them, I let things slide. Rude language and excessive roughness I tried to ignore. At one point the splashing got a little out of hand, and I confess to having done nothing because I'm a wimp. The next time I was mentally prepared to deal with the girls. I took away a toy (Isabella's water gun) after they wouldn't stop squirting people in the face. I set up boundaries for how many people can touch me at a time. I acted quickly when one girl thrust my son underwater in her attempt to step over him at the ladder. I demanded the older girl stop splashing Isabella. She stoped, but then made sure kick splash her one last time while swimming away. "What?" she said to my frown. Can you tell I'm out of my league?

Later the splashing started again, and Isabella went ballistic. I pulled Isabella out of the pool. I casually noticed some red streaks on her back. Isabella told me the girl wasn't doing the right thing. She was splashing and she was scratching. The whole time I had thought my daughter was overreacting, like she usually does, but really she was trying to defend herself against a bigger girl. I felt so ashamed and very very angry. I told that child never to touch my daughter again, but I was so mad I forgot to demand an appology. And I didn't storm the parent, like I should have.

I doubt it would do any good, and I don't like to make scenes... but is it too late to let the mother know that her child left marks on my child? And maybe ask her where the heck she was while her daughter brutalized my daughter? It's probably too late, and I can't think of anything to say that wouldn't be ill-advised. Yesterday I simply refused to play with the girls, is that the right thing to do? Also can you recommend some remedial exercises for wimpy non-confrontationalist like me. Really I never want to let Isabella down again. And I certainly don't want to set a pathetic example.

Have a nice day,
Spineless

We were invited out to play games with our best game friends. Their invitation was declined in deference to quality family time- since it's so rare right now. I no sooner hung up the phone than I began to wonder what we were going to do with so many uninterrupted hours together. Daunting. What we did was sit on the couch and stare. And wrestle. And tell corny jokes. And... it's so very relaxing. Not in the least boring. I mean it's not something you brag about, especially if you want to appear interesting. "Hey, what'd you do this weekend?" "Oh-I had a marathon couch sit. It was fabulous. You?" Still it is very nice to have a foot rub from Willy. To glow in his baskiness.

Willy really wanted a chance to 'work' the camera. I obliged him.



Here Isabella is up to her old tricks. She's supposed to be making a kissy face. And she assured me she was... but she was only pretending to follow instructions.

In Other News:
Isabella started preschool last week. She likes it. Neither one of us is suffering from separation anxiety. Although I expected to be lost without her, and couldn't sleep the whole night before her first day for worrying. AND she can swim from the pool wall to me (about 8ft away) sans swim vest. The life guard swears she could do the whole length of the pool on her own, if she could hold her breath that long. He's right. Isabella is thrilled about her abilities.

Luke got a hair cut with much less trauma this time. Go Luke. I've discovered he has patches of black hair all over his head, it must be his original hair. All his new hair is platinum. He's like a salt and pepper cat.

My cousin had a baby boy on July 13, what an auspicious beginning. Congrats Jen! I'm gonna make you a baby towel. Soon.

Willy takes The BAR in two weeks. He's been studying diligently since May 12. Good Job Willy! Meantime he's also foiled my plans to save $$$ on health insurance by contracting a medley of sicknesses- a flu/bronchitis/sinus infection thing. Poor Willy! [go ahead, laugh at my puny joke] But maybe he's not so unfortunate, Willy tells me his behind the counter codiene infused cough syrup makes him feel way way better*.
In order to survive without his munificence the kids and I have simplified our life a little. Basically if we're not watching TV, we're swimming. For FHE, when I feel like holding it, we play Candy Land using the new improved rules; they involve eating lots and lots of candy. No baths, no laundry, no dishes, no blog and lots of BoiledEggs. This is the life. Seriously, I'm wondering why I used to try so hard. Anyhow, we miss Willy, and hope he joins us in our naked-hungry-and-dirty dissipation soon.


*I should just mention that Willy layed off the syrup after I accused him of being a junkie. The man has no sense of humour right now, what can I say.