Does anyone else think hot tubs are gross? Is it just me? I'm not your typical easily-grossed-out kind of person, I don't worry about germs, spiders do not bother me at all, when the kids find something to eat off the floor I am ashamed of my housekeeping but not terribly concerned about the ickiness they've consumed. Swimming pools don't gross me out (much). But when a friend emailed to say she was excited about hot tubbing this weekend (we're staying overnight downtown to celebrate a birthday, a birthday that does not occur till December, maybe we are just Taking Advantage Of Our Husbands?) my immediate reaction was, "Ew." I have yet to meet someone who feels the same.
I often put Molly's hair in what I call ponytails, but everyone else and their mothers call pigtails. Two, on either side of her head. And Molly is learning to call them ponytails too, since whenever we do her hair I ask her if she wants "clippies or ponies". (I love doing Molly's hair.) But I thought pigtails were BRAIDS. I know that you, the Internet, will correct me if I'm wrong.
Can you wear black shoes with a navy dress?
I don't know what to do about the weeds in my yard. I really don't. If this were my house, I would be spending a whole lot of time, effort and money turning this Backyard Of Potential into something truly awesome. As it is, we don't plan to be here much more than a year or two, and while I'm totally willing to put in the time and effort, spending as much money as I think I'd have to spend seems ridiculous. That said, I'm OVER digging up the top layer of dirt in my garden every week. And I can't control the weeds in the rest of the yard at all. AND I LIKE WEEDING. My garden is about to be Un-Organic, is what I'm saying, unless anyone has any great ideas.
Molly, while incredibly stubborn, ornery and willful in nearly every way, has always been an angel about going to bed. Not once have I rocked that kid to sleep and yes, there were those months when she wouldn't go to bed until midnight, but when she DID, she slept through the night and slept late. It's always on her terms, but the girl practically DIVES into her bed when she's ready. Not so for the last two weeks, however. Going to bed is now a huge struggle, and she often wakes up two to three times in the night, hollering for her pacifier or, and this is the most enjoyable part, just waking up for the day at four in the morning. Pleasant! I am blaming two-year molars, even though I can't see or feel them in her mouth. Phillip is blaming the onset of Two. Either way, we're both stymied. Crying it out, always the best tactic with Jack (who I rocked to sleep until he was WELL over a year old), is not even an option with Molly. When she cries there is something WRONG, and even now, all we have to do is hold her/sing to her/find the perfect toy or book to hold in bed and she finally nods her head when you ask her for the seventieth time if she's ready to go night night. We just wish we knew what was wrong.
(Kids are SO. DIFFERENT.)
Sometimes I think it wouldn't be so bad to move away. Not to a different state or anything, but away from the city. Have a huge yard and trees and not be able to see into the neighbors' kitchens. There's a lot of beautiful scenery in Washington state, and sometimes I wonder if life would be easier, slower, more peaceful if we lived far away from the freeways. Maybe if we could see a mountain range from our upstairs windows. If we had big spacious rooms and enough grass for a touch football game. Mainly I think about this when I'm wishing for quiet time to write.
Did you think Edward was kind of a drip when you read Sense and Sensibility? I've read it before, I've seen the movie, but it was so long ago that I pretty much forgot what happened. And as I read I found myself thinking, "I'm supposed to root for HIM? REALLY?"
I'm reading a new book now. It calls. Good night.