Gaz has been taking me to the park just about every other day. We have some friends we see there, and she always makes friends when she goes to playgrounds, anyway, but it's good to see some regulars.
What's interesting, though, is how she's been reacting to time to go. I usually have us rolling just before seven in the evening, but sometimes she kind of throws a fit. Sometimes I have to coax her out from under the playground equipment, and I almost have to pick her up and carry her away.
Other times, she's ready. Like, most recently, I said "we have an hour, and I'm setting my watch timer." So, when the last few seconds counted down, I held the watch near her, and when it beeped, she looked up, and immediately took off down the path toward home. Her playmate looked all confused, I had to shout after Gaz to have her say goodbye, and then she was booking it so fast, I had to chase after her.
I don't know why that is. Sometimes, she's ready to go, sometimes she's too engaged to want to stop what she's doing. I suppose that's true of anyone, but with a smaller child, the mechanics of it are so much more out in the open.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Star Wars Ice Cream
So, as we often do, we're talking Star Wars, and playing nonsense word games. And somehow, the conversation got to making a Chewbacca out of ice cream.
"And then you could eat all of him," she says, "especially his eyeballlllllssss!!!" She really drew that last word out. Then she pauses, and continues in a sprightly tone. "I tell ya, they're quite delicious."
Of course, if she had access to an ice cream Luke Skywalker, she'd eat his stomach. "I would destroy him and eat him!" she said repeatedly.
While trying to get into Blogger and tell you this, she would not stop pestering me. Even now, she is trying to lick my feet to gross me out (it's working!). But knowing that people on the internet are going to be reading what she's been saying, she wanted me to tell you all she wanted to eat your brains, because she's a zombie. And, like a real zombie, she has no shame about it.
That's my girl!
"And then you could eat all of him," she says, "especially his eyeballlllllssss!!!" She really drew that last word out. Then she pauses, and continues in a sprightly tone. "I tell ya, they're quite delicious."
Of course, if she had access to an ice cream Luke Skywalker, she'd eat his stomach. "I would destroy him and eat him!" she said repeatedly.
While trying to get into Blogger and tell you this, she would not stop pestering me. Even now, she is trying to lick my feet to gross me out (it's working!). But knowing that people on the internet are going to be reading what she's been saying, she wanted me to tell you all she wanted to eat your brains, because she's a zombie. And, like a real zombie, she has no shame about it.
That's my girl!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Photos, Life, and Bloggy Help
I'm in the process of uploading many photos. Don't look now--it will probably take all night. I haven't labeled or tagged any of the pictures. Since it's been so long, I figured that people would just rather see them first, clever captioning be damned. So that's what you get.
My potentially exciting news, which I am still partly waiting on (very impatiently, as I was to have heard something in "late April," only we're just about out of April) is whether or not I'll be starting law school this year. If not, I am determined to get in next year. I'm on the waiting list, but I was hoping to have some kind of definite idea by now. (As it turns out, there might not be any definite idea until the start of the Fall semester, but I sincerely hope that I know one way or the other before then.)
Other than my schooling, I'm also having fits about Gaz's. The CPS is not really the most functional organization in the world. I applied to some magnet/cluster schools, but we're languishing on waiting lists there too. Registering at the local neighborhood school is also a frustration, as we can't accomplish that until August (when Gaz gets these two ridiculous vaccinations that the CDC doesn't even complain about until you're over six), and looking into after-school care (assuming that in the fall I will either be in school or seeking employment) at the community center has also been frustrating for many little reasons that don't bear whining about on the Internet. Suffice it to say that I feel like we're in a Joseph Heller novel, but with less war and more children and bureaucracy.
Which brings me to my final point alluded to in the title. Mark has finally consented to blog those little things that slip my mind before they can get posted. Gaz says some amazingly weird things constantly, but with all the LSAT preparations, I am not retaining the adorableness as eloquently as I once did. So hopefully you'll be seeing more frequent posts in the near future. Just as soon as he accepts the invitation. (Mark, if you're reading this right now, that's your cue to go click the link.)
And now it is way past my bedtime. Enjoy the pictures, once they're up!
My potentially exciting news, which I am still partly waiting on (very impatiently, as I was to have heard something in "late April," only we're just about out of April) is whether or not I'll be starting law school this year. If not, I am determined to get in next year. I'm on the waiting list, but I was hoping to have some kind of definite idea by now. (As it turns out, there might not be any definite idea until the start of the Fall semester, but I sincerely hope that I know one way or the other before then.)
Other than my schooling, I'm also having fits about Gaz's. The CPS is not really the most functional organization in the world. I applied to some magnet/cluster schools, but we're languishing on waiting lists there too. Registering at the local neighborhood school is also a frustration, as we can't accomplish that until August (when Gaz gets these two ridiculous vaccinations that the CDC doesn't even complain about until you're over six), and looking into after-school care (assuming that in the fall I will either be in school or seeking employment) at the community center has also been frustrating for many little reasons that don't bear whining about on the Internet. Suffice it to say that I feel like we're in a Joseph Heller novel, but with less war and more children and bureaucracy.
Which brings me to my final point alluded to in the title. Mark has finally consented to blog those little things that slip my mind before they can get posted. Gaz says some amazingly weird things constantly, but with all the LSAT preparations, I am not retaining the adorableness as eloquently as I once did. So hopefully you'll be seeing more frequent posts in the near future. Just as soon as he accepts the invitation. (Mark, if you're reading this right now, that's your cue to go click the link.)
And now it is way past my bedtime. Enjoy the pictures, once they're up!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
We're here!
I promise! Life continues in a lifelike manner for the Rizen-Mitchell conglomerate. I've been incredibly busy, but (fortunately for you) I've caught a debilitating cold. While I'm useless on other things, I'll try to catch you all up. I apologize in advance for the disjointedness. I've had little G home all day, though, so I am at least not hopped up on anything stronger than Cold-Eeze and Halls.
The holidays were spent with the Mitchells, and we took Auntie Aiiiiieeeeee along with us. There are photos up on Flickr documenting the fun that was had there (and even a bit of the un-fun that was had on the long and snowy drive back north). Gaz received many awesome presents, including a veterinarian play outfit that also does duty as a nurse's outfit. Specifically, she's the nurse from Curious George Goes to the Hospital, only I can't remember the name right now.
School is school. She loves playing with her friends, having gym time, and exploring the science area in her classroom with tweezers (don't ask me!), but she hates circle time and sitting still. Some mornings I have to remind her about the other cool things she gets to do in order to charm her out the door. The psychotic cold and the many layers she has to wear every day for our seven-block stroll are also part of the problem, I think. Finding a place to stash the snow pants at school is also a treat for me, but Gaz likes changing out of snow boots and into her little pink mary janes.
I just received a valentine last week that was completely written by Miss Gaz. It said "Happy Valentines Day" and "I love you" and her name and something that is either "SOLO" or "5010." It's my favorite thing in the world.
She's putting me through my crafty paces the past few days. Over the weekend she asked me to make her a mailbox, which we all ended up helping with but I take credit for the design and drawing the template. Then today, after receiving a Batgirl costume in the mail, she decided that the box would make an excellent Batmobile. I made a steering wheel, dials, and buttons and taped the box just so. Of course, now that that's done, I'm looking at it and the roll of black duct tape we've got hanging around, thinking that maybe Mark needs to give it a makeover tonight.
The Mommy Report is also a thing in progress. I'm not pregnant, but I've got some stuff going on that might bear an announcement in the future. Suffice it to say I've got good reasons for not being more bloggy.
And on that note, I am going to sleep through dinner now that Mark's home.
Oh, I just uploaded some new-new photos, even more recent than Christmas! Also, there's this:
It starts with Gaz singing "Yo Ho Ho, I'm ready to go!" to herself (because she hasn't figured out the difference between pirates and Santa yet, go figure), then hijinks until the teachers try to take control, at which time Gaz rats out another little girl. Precious.
One of these days I will have time to edit down the rest to tolerable-sized pieces. Right now it would take days to upload the files I have. It's a project, and it's cute. You'll just have to forgive me.
The holidays were spent with the Mitchells, and we took Auntie Aiiiiieeeeee along with us. There are photos up on Flickr documenting the fun that was had there (and even a bit of the un-fun that was had on the long and snowy drive back north). Gaz received many awesome presents, including a veterinarian play outfit that also does duty as a nurse's outfit. Specifically, she's the nurse from Curious George Goes to the Hospital, only I can't remember the name right now.
School is school. She loves playing with her friends, having gym time, and exploring the science area in her classroom with tweezers (don't ask me!), but she hates circle time and sitting still. Some mornings I have to remind her about the other cool things she gets to do in order to charm her out the door. The psychotic cold and the many layers she has to wear every day for our seven-block stroll are also part of the problem, I think. Finding a place to stash the snow pants at school is also a treat for me, but Gaz likes changing out of snow boots and into her little pink mary janes.
I just received a valentine last week that was completely written by Miss Gaz. It said "Happy Valentines Day" and "I love you" and her name and something that is either "SOLO" or "5010." It's my favorite thing in the world.
She's putting me through my crafty paces the past few days. Over the weekend she asked me to make her a mailbox, which we all ended up helping with but I take credit for the design and drawing the template. Then today, after receiving a Batgirl costume in the mail, she decided that the box would make an excellent Batmobile. I made a steering wheel, dials, and buttons and taped the box just so. Of course, now that that's done, I'm looking at it and the roll of black duct tape we've got hanging around, thinking that maybe Mark needs to give it a makeover tonight.
The Mommy Report is also a thing in progress. I'm not pregnant, but I've got some stuff going on that might bear an announcement in the future. Suffice it to say I've got good reasons for not being more bloggy.
And on that note, I am going to sleep through dinner now that Mark's home.
Oh, I just uploaded some new-new photos, even more recent than Christmas! Also, there's this:
It starts with Gaz singing "Yo Ho Ho, I'm ready to go!" to herself (because she hasn't figured out the difference between pirates and Santa yet, go figure), then hijinks until the teachers try to take control, at which time Gaz rats out another little girl. Precious.
One of these days I will have time to edit down the rest to tolerable-sized pieces. Right now it would take days to upload the files I have. It's a project, and it's cute. You'll just have to forgive me.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Nice day for a haircut
Today after school we got the crazy notion to explore one of the bazillion local hair salons (we walked past at least five on the way to the one we wanted). This is how short I asked for it to be cut last time, and finally someone took me seriously!
We all think she looks great, and if she wants to keep it this length, I think I'll have to talk her into a Flapper costume for next Halloween.
We all think she looks great, and if she wants to keep it this length, I think I'll have to talk her into a Flapper costume for next Halloween.
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