Once I tried to write a blog post, only to find my laptop had been commandeered every single night by my (now) 12 year old. And it got me all nostalgic about the days when he wasn’t old enough to take over my electronics, knew less about them than I did, didn’t know how to type, or speak, or eat by himself. Oh those were the days.
Ok, not really. I sorta like him the way he is now. Even if he is argumentative just for fun, and has strong opinions about what shoes he’ll wear and what length he wants his hair. Maybe it’s because 12 years ago I worried that he might start yelling he hates me, or slam doors and tell me he’s not coming out of his room. And instead he hugged me at the airport tonight with the length of a person who’s really going to miss me while he’s away. Woah, woah… did someone just start getting sentimental? I sure hope not. Lets just blink those tears back and list a few things about child #1:
- His username for most things has something to do with Minecraft.
- He watched Apple’s 2-hour long keynote earlier this month – and then was so excited to give me the overview.
- The most non-tech thing he enjoys doing is soldering projects.
- Today was his last day of school, and his first full year of walking to and from the bus himself + picking up Milo and walking him home occasionally.
- His favorite color is still red.
- He chose soup dumplings as his birthday meal (for the third year in a row).
- He has an ubber sweet tooth, but will refrain from anything involving nuts.
- The only thing he wanted for his birthday was money towards a new iTouch (he seriously couldn’t contain himself walking to the store).
So happy 12th to the boy with the braces. You’re super nerdy, but this mom still thinks you’re pretty awesome and the dad says you’re amiable (direct quote) so we’ll keep you around.
(pre-haircut balloons and post-haircut soup dumplings)
Who’s still shopping for Mother’s Day? I feel like no matter how soon I try to plan holidays, I always end up last-minute thinking of gifts. This year I actually put a reminder in my phone so I’d have time to factor in shipping and all that. It’s the little things that make me proud of myself.
Speaking of mom things (and making small progressions in life), I’ve been eyeing air plants lately. I feel like they might be a plant I can keep alive. But then I worry, what if I don’t? It is quite possible I won’t even be able to remember to spritz something once a week. But then I think, look how awesome are these?
And this -which is nothing like an air plant, but I still like it.
And these, which are the same color that plants sometimes grow, but are still nothing like them. (But aren’t they so pretty!)
They would look great with this, if only it weren’t sold out.
Ok, so back to air plants… I think I can not kill one. I really do. Most likely.
Last month I had that yearly celebration, and it caught me between feelings of so old and so young – and I couldn’t really decide how I felt about my age.
Then I came across this list. I feel like it comes across as, “Here’s a list of movies you didn’t realize were so old.” But all these movies are younger than I am. There’s even a disclaimer at the beginning: Sorry in advance for making you feel old.
I still can’t decide how old this makes me feel, but I did start to wonder how it is that I’ve seen so many of these movies even though I was clearly a toddler when they came out.
On a happy note, I am proud to say Muppets Take Manhattan has been part of our movie flashback viewing with the kids. And they enjoyed the skating butter mice just as much as Tyler and I (although mice in a NY restaurant now means a bit more to us that it probably used to).
Happy Friday full of wishful shopping wants. (That may or may not include the above Corgi pup.)
- It’s a fox!
- If only I had a toddler again. (Aka: pregnant friends, this might be coming to you.)
- I’m pretty addicted to pockets on dresses.
- I so want to buy a rug like this for the living room, but I’m so scared it will look completely foolish and I’ll have no idea how to decorate with it. (Obvs the price tag is no matter on this one.)
- If I needed a new beach towel.
- Tyler told me this doesn’t match our decor, but I think he might be wrong.
- This probably can’t be purchased, even if I did have the money, but it is still so awesome.
PS. I’m excited to finally get back into rock climbing again tomorrow (and to make a for reals purchase: new climbing shoes!)
Growing up we always had a tablecloth and cloth napkins for legit family dinners. This encompassed most Sundays, and all foodie holidays.
For me tablecloths and cloth napkins have sort of been shoved into the corner of my mind with those rugs people would put on their toilet lids. Are those still a thing? They shouldn’t be.
Maybe it’s because I’m reaching my mid-thirties (gasp, choke), or maybe I’m just really wanting to pretend I have a beautiful breezy backyard to host summer dinner parties in, but I’ve been thinking about pulling cloth table settings back into the limelight of my life.
Does anyone use tablecloths? I think my hesitation is because no table cloth means no tablecloth. A tablecloth is money, I have to find somewhere to store it (hello, NY apartment), I have to clean it after using (hello, NY laundry). And is it really that much more environmentally friendly to use cloth napkins over paper ones? I mean, there is the garbage thing, but what about the water and soap it takes to wash them?
Well, this and this convinces me I should buy a tablecloth. This, not so much.
Really, all this over tablecloths. Oh to be a man and just not care!
You know when one thing leads to another, and you end up searching for the Freak on a Leash music video from your high school days because your husband hasn’t seen the bullet that flies through the entire cartoon?
And then that triggers another high school music video memory that he decides to search for.
And then it’s 1:30 am and you’ve now watched at least one music video from almost every 90’s band you can remember (with a few random Japanese videos thrown in).
Yes, we are that couple! And yes, we remembered System of a Down, and Spice Girls. And sang along to Peaches.
But in all seriousness, or not, you should really try it sometime. We’ve sort of made it our thing. And we get pretty into taking our turn – there is no double music video picking unless we both agree to it.
The one that started it all – because I know you’re feelin’ it now.
I wouldn’t say all grown up. I think I have to reserve that for college or a wedding or learning to clean the toilet. But, I did realize Sunday that Mason has passed into a new stage of not-so-childhood: He was actually excited for the new shirts in his Easter basket. And when we asked if he wanted to dye eggs his reply was, “not really.”
No egg dying??
Also, completely unrelated to age but totally related to Easter, I made baskets this year out of shopping bags and washi tape. I was pretty proud of myself when I first had the idea (recycled and no pressure to store later). I was a little more proud of myself that it actually sort of worked. Then I had that moment where I wondered if the boys will chalk this one up on their Mom Is Weird list.
Too late, it happened.
We have happened upon a new family activity: watching movies from our childhood.
I think it may have started around Halloween. We got into a kid-spooky movie watching zone, which resulted in Tyler introducing the boys to Ernest Scared Stupid – which of course they loved.
Fast forward to today, and we’ve now watched cartoons like Disney’s Robin Hood (oh the little turtle boy), Cool Runnings (Sochi Olympics tie-in), and my personal favorite so far – Newsies (I basically karoked every song while Tyler shook his head).
Really, it’s my new favorite thing (that everyone should try). Tyler and I get to remember movies we loved but haven’t seen in forever, and the boys are so willing to watch them all. And, hello, popcorn.
Last Sunday we watched Life is Beautiful because Mason has been doing a semester on World War II and the Holocaust, and he has been reading a lot of books about it. They’ll even do subtitles!
Gathering ideas on what to show them next…
Lately Milo has been talking about downward dog and other phrases I cannot recall at the moment. And it has now dawned on me: my 9 year old son is now more proficient at yoga than I am. This is not a hard feat because I have done yoga a total of… wait for it… zero times.
I know, I’m basically blaspheming my exercise life away. I read this book of essays last month and I swear that is all women do in New York.
To make matters worse for my outcastish ways, I don’t really care to start yoga. I am a totally believer in the “don’t knock it ’till you try it” mentality – but it just looks so boring (and I cannot even begin to comprehend doing it in a sauna-like environment). Yes, people who do yoga are amazing, I get that. I basically stared at this Instagram account all day yesterday. But do I feel the need to earn flexibility through a snail-paced exercise class in a room that rivals a summer day in the city? I would rather… I don’t even know. I’d basically rather do anything. Like do a million burpees and leave flexibility to my childhood days.
I feel like I have to lie to Milo about all this though. What sort of respectable mother would he take me as if I told him I had to google search downward dog to see what it looked like? (For the record, I was pretty sure it was that triangle thing before I googled).
Really though. I just don’t get the appeal.
I spend a lot of time
shopping researching for work. And I’ve learned a secret about finding things I love (and obviously need) that I probably shouldn’t buy. You know, those times when the purse is equal to a month’s rent. Or all those cat things you want, but know should not be in your wardrobe in excessive amounts.
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