Sitting in a Dorney Park pizza place, after about 7 hours of rides, Ellen was feeling a bit wiped and a bit cranky, and just didn’t want to be sitting there. That said, here’s the conversation.
Katie (to me): I ate the piece of pizza all by myself!
Me: well, it cooled down a bit, right?
Katie: yeah!
Ellen (to no one in particular): well, it wasn’t really that impressive then…
I have no one to blame but myself. That’s all me. *sigh*
This is going to seem obvious to people who have done this for years, but it’s really nice to be able to go back and read your own entries. Especially, in my case, going back and reading things that your kids have done or said and you’ve forgotten. It’s nice to go and see it all in…well, not “black and white” but perhaps in sort of “grey and ecru”?
Perhaps I’ll change the colors…but not the stories. 🙂
And they go. As mine was concerned yesterday, it was pretty good. Spent time with the kids doing stuff, which got a little frustrating, but then we took them to the amazing seafood buffet dinner at The Manor, which despite it’s stuffiness, really rocks. Then we went to see the hugely entertaining Spiderman 2 at a pretty good theatre. Got good seats right in the middle and was bowled over by a wonderfully thoughtful, powerful, exciting flick. Really good stuff.
I shouldn’t have gone to bed at 2:30 last night, though, but I needed to talk to a friend and let her know that she’s still wanted, and always will be. Sometimes, you suck it up for that sort of thing, even when you know you have a 3 year old bounding into your bed at 6…
Today, a day out with friends, tomorrow nothing planned for the 4th. Odd how that happens. Just not a priority, I guess. It’s fun to see fireworks, but just not worth the crowds, especially with the kids so young. Monday, the plan is Dorney Park with the kids. We’ll see! I hope the weather is good. I love places like that, and for some reason, the characters that are associated with it are the Peanuts troupe, which my kids love. It’s SO cute seeing my brilliant little 6 year old reading the comic books and giggling her ass off on her own. She’s so damn advanced, it’s wonderful and a bit scary.
OK, don’t post in 3 weeks and then logorrhea sets in. I’ll mercifully end this. Right. Now.
Er…now.
I gave Ellen a goodnight kiss tonight, and when I stood up, she was taking her hand and touching her face where I kissed her, and then touching her face all over.
Me: What are you doing?
H: spreading out your kiss.
Me: why?
H: because I want it all over my face.
Me: why?
H: because I love you.
So, of course, I leaned in and kissed her all over her face. Promting her to giggle and say “That’s something you’ll never run out of.”
Purr.
Lately, Ellen’s been hitting or pushing Katie, who has been dutifully (a bit TOO dutifully) reporting it to us. “Ellen hit me!”, etc.
So this morning, Ellen couldn’t be bothered to tell Katie to move out of her way so she just pushed her down, right in front of Kim, who promptly pushed HER down (deservedly so). So Ellen goes into hysterics that it’s not fair, that she’s so much bigger, that it hurt her more than what she did hurt Katie. And we’re trying to explain to her, “hey, that was the POINT. Don’t hit Katie anymore.”
So of course, she says something that we can’t not break up at.
H: “But I can’t learn to do that by myself! I need not-hitting lessons!”
E: “Well, us hitting you back ARE the not hitting lessons.”
H: “But those aren’t good lessons! I need better not-hitting lessons! I need to go to not-hitting classes!.”
It’s very hard sometimes to keep a straight face as this unfolds. I didn’t manage it.
So I was puttering around iTunes and wanted to play some Stevie Ray Vaughn, a personal fave of mine, and sure enough I didn’t have a shred of his stuff on iTunes. Had lots of it on CD, but none in iTunes. So, a project! Now that iTunes is completely sharable, and soon will be playable out my stereo with nearly zero effort, I’ve decided to put ALL my CD’s into iTunes. I have about 200-300 or so and it should take me some time, but it will be worth it!
I know you’re all KEENLY interested, so I’ll post from time to time with choice songs that pop back into mind as I listen.
Recent imports:
Art Blakey–A Night in Tunisia
Blues Traveller–Four
Keb ‘Mo–Keb ‘Mo
Woken this morning to katie exclaiming “I am the King!” A very odd way to awaken, hearing a 3 year old proclaiming herself monarch. She was apparently playing with her Lion King pieces and having the whole conversation from the movie.
Scar: “I want the throne!”
Simba: “No! It’s Mine. I am the King!”
And so on. Coming from the mouth of a 3 year old girl, it’s very odd.
So it’s Wednesday, June 16, and amazingly it’s Ellen’s last day of kindergarten. It’s nearly inconceivable that she is going to be in 1st grade next year, that she’s already neck deep into public school. Katie I still see as a baby–she’s still in preschool and still acts the part. But not Ellen.
Damn, where does the time go?
My neck is out of joint,
oh, cursed spite!
I’ll need a crow bar,
to set it right.
Woke up with a monster headache, curtesy of a major neck ache. And of course, it was on a Saturday, because I could have slept late today. No, yesterday, when I had to be up at 7, I slept like a rock–just not long enough.
I think if I could buy sleep–real sleep–I’d pay quite a bit.
Alas, poor slumber. I knew it, Horatio. An infinate jest.
OK, all those folks out there without kids, you know that feeling when your alarm goes off, and you’re just still exhausted because you were up late, and had trouble falling asleep, and then your neighbor’s car alarm or something woke you at like 3 for an hour, and then you get back to sleep, but have to get up at 7 or something?
Well, multiply that be a bazilllion when you have a 3 year old with a cold.
Ugh.