Too little too late

I wrote this several months ago:

"I've not been writing here in awhile, but have to break back in after something Jason said to me yesterday.
After a hectic (albeit very beautiful fall weekend), Jason wandered into my bed after already being tucked into bed, and after giving that look of, "Why of you out of bed?" he said,"

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Then I got side tracked. I guess. And never finished the sentence. I have NO idea what he said. I thought so much of it at the time, that I clearly wanted to write it down and now have NO recollection of what it was. How can that be??

It occurs to me now why I started this blog: So I could remember certain things that I never wanted to forget.  Of course I thought I they were things that I would want to remember in 10 years.....not recent history.  I must be getting old:( 

Came home today to both kids sitting on the couch reading their books. Followed by a "teaching" session where by Abby taught Jason to multiply by 5's and 10's. Apparently yesterday was 0's and 1's and tomorrow is 11 and 3's. I am told he got a 100 on his test. I guess I shouldn't feel so guilty about going back to work.....

Not only does she now do dished (albeit for a fee), she makes her own scrambled eggs, from start to finish!



Despite her new maturity, she looks so small there in the kitchen, standing on her stool.

Not to harp on this not working thing but....

Sweet Pea keeps asking me what I do all day and I simply do not think I need to validate myself to my 8 year old! She was particularly irritated the other day when it was raining and she asked why she had to go to school. She actually does not understand why, or how, she can be expected to go school when it is raining out. It is an outrage to her. Why, she says, does she have to go to school when I can stay home all day and do "nothing." That's right - "nothing." She thinks I do nothing all day. What I want to know is, does she think this because I used to work and now I am not, so therefore I am doing nothing? Do kids whose moms have always stayed home think their moms do "nothing?" That cannot be.

On another note, JJ is growing by the day. I swear every morning he wakes up bigger than he was when he went to bed. I see him curled on the ground, unable to move or get dressed as he should be doing, and cannot believe how big he looks.

Despite his growth, he continues to be the lazy human known to man. For months now Jonathan and I have been a little concerned he is not quite reading yet. Sweet Pea was an early reader so though I know the range of normal is VERY large, our perception is slightly skewed because of her. Every night he wants us to read to him and really not all that interested in giving it a go himself. Then the other day in the car, he started reading signs out loud: "School Bus", "Do not enter", "Open", "Closed". I was shocked. The boy can in fact read and simply just chooses not to because why read himself when we can do it for him. I do not know why I am so shocked. This is the same boy who I took to the doctor when he was a baby convinced he had some muscular disease because he was not climbing steps or even feeding himself. Turns out - perfectly healthy, just plain lazy! And least some things never change.

I think I might be the worst stay at home mom....

My house is a mess. I cannot seem to keep up with the laundry. My kids come home from school and though I have had all day to myself, I really just want to watch Oprah. It is her last season you know.

The problem is, when you have so much time its hard to motivate because you can always do it later. It similar to when I was in high school. The semesters I was busy doing extra curricular activities were always the semesters I did best in school. You were forced to budget your time and get things done when you had the chance. When I was not so busy, there was more time to procrastinate, and thus I was less efficient.

It's not that I am not doing anything....I am busy. I do structure my day; I go to the gym, take the dog out for her exercise, go to the grocery store more times then I care to admit, spend some time networking and looking for jobs. But these boring mundane household tasks, I just cannot motivate to do them.

The good news, I am able to cook more. I made this delicious lemon, shrimp and asparagus risotto for dinner the other night. Of course the kids would not eat it....but Jonathan and I enjoyed it. I love risotto and rarely make it anymore. We just don't do the carb dinners as much as we used to. But this is worth it once in a while. The ultimate comfort food if you ask me.

Creative Minds

After accusing my children of lying to me about brushing their teeth, JJ said to me,

"Mom, we're not lying, we're ACTING!"

Clever....very cleaver.

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We, along with the rest of the world, went apple picking this weekend. I think I am over apple picking. It seems absurd to me to pay $30+ for apples. Most of which will never make it out of the bag. There are just too many to eat. And too many to put into pies. And nobody wants your apples, or you apple pie, because they have their own apples and apple pie.

It's fun as an outing, unless of course you go on Yom Kippur, which is what we did. Thus we could not even eat the apples, or more importantly, the cider donuts they sell at the orchard. This is a mistake I will not make again. That is, assuming by this time next year I forget what a rip off it is, and go back...which is usually the case.

First Day of 1st and 3rd Grades

Sweet Pea let me take her picture:



JJ was not as obliging:



But then gave in to the guilt:




He woke up very early this morning, very excited about the first day. (Though he had to fall asleep in my bed last night because his stomach hurt so much. A case of the hebegebe's is my guess.) He hopped on top of the bed and said:

"I love you like a piece of pie."

"A piece of pie, or a pizza pie?" I asked

"A piece of pie."

"But you don't like pie." I pointed out.

A pause.

"A pizza pie!"

Can't beat a pizza pie.