We managed to not see an iota of the Super Bowl last night. Even though it was on FOX, the only TV station we get clearly over our rabbit ears. Are we anti-sports? Maybe. But you can be sure it’s wall-to-wall primary coverage tomorrow. Since we don’t get any TV reception other than FOX, I think you’ll find me knitting and Jeremy doing the dishes in front of our little transistor radio.
Since we know we can’t waste time on the weekends, we can become really productive. Jeremy and I cleaned all bathrooms in the house, vacuumed the downstairs, mopped the kitchen floor. Did all the laundry and ironed all the work clothes. Went grocery shopping. Did paperwork for respite care/dependent care/medical insurance. Worked on taxes. Went to a dance party. Went to gymnastics. Went to Chinese school. Went to open houses. Went to Sunday night dinner. Jeremy and I fit in one run each. Did some therapy with Edda and intensive potty training (2 poops in the potty this weekend, a record for us!).
Ruby thinks it’s spring already with the warm weather. She’s shedding her winter coat.
Yesterday, we joined Special Olympics Young Athlete’s Program held at the Fredrick Gymnastics Club. The gym is amazing and a little stinky, a huge warehouse with every sort of professional gymnastics equipment. Edda was asleep when we showed up and then we nudged her awake and, boy, was she grumpy. But after a little while, she perked up and we did some (very much assisted) trampoline jumping and fast walking on the springy floor routine floor. I even did a few cartwheels on the sprung floor. I wonder if I’m too old to learn how to do a back hand spring.
Last night, Vince’s school had a beach party in the gym. You were suppose to get dressed up in shorts and Hawaiian shirts. Vince’s really, really wanted to dance with a certain girl he knew was going to show up and made it clear at the beginning of the party that he would prefer if I didn’t dance with him. You know, I think I’m a pretty hip mom. I can “get jiggy” with it. I know all about Hanna Montana and I listen to Avril. What else can I do? I think that I’m not really a prude, but there is something about having your 5 year old dance to the Pussycat Dolls, “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”
There was the standard YMCA song.
There were glow necklaces
Edda, the homebody that she is, took one look at the dance floor and heard the loud music and declared that she was going to have none of the ruckus and promptly fell asleep.
Watch out Tom Cruise.
Laff. My love-life has been kinda funny lately. There seems to be a revolving door of women that follows the same pattern. We both are interested in getting to know each other, ramp up a bit, go out on a date or two and then it fizzles. Last night, another one fizzled as we both decided to “just be friends”.
Generally, I’m okay with it. That’s what dating is I guess. Some missed connections. Some good times. It does take a decent amount of effort and it honestly stressed me out a bit. So maybe it’s time to take a short break from dating. Hopefully the weather will get a little better and I’ll pick up my bike again. I think she’s getting lonely.
Of course. there are more important issues in the world to consider…
I am enjoying the primary season. It is a really great race, both on the Democratic side and the Republican side. Looks like Obama is going to trounce Clinton in South Carolina tonight. I wonder if the race will still be undecided by the time the primary reaches us in Maryland in mid-February. Jeremy is much more of a political junkie than I am, listening to all the debates and reading all the news articles. I guess I’m a less responsible voter in that I’m a more emotional gut feeling type of voter. The guy I was supporting is pretty much out of the race, so I’ve got to decide on my 2nd choice now…
I finally knit something as well, please ignore the ends that are unwoven. I thought I could get away with not weaving the ends in because the roll wouldn’t roll up that much, but I guess I was wrong.
Edda has been sleeping well for a few months now. Sleeping well is a relative term, of course. She goes to sleep pretty easily around 8 or 8:30 pm nestled in the armpit of a parent and usually (3 or 4 nights out of the week) she won’t make a peep until 5:40 am (which is still way too early, but I take what I can get). It’s a miracle that I can, on some mornings, wake up to my alarm in my own bed and Jeremy will be there too, which usually means that neither of us had to get up in the middle of the night.
This is much, much better than 2006 when, for the bulk of the year, we were up for hours in the middle of the night with Edda being wide awake and the rest of us zonked for not getting enough sleep. We tried the chloro hydrate and the melatonin. I despaired that I was never going to sleep a full night ever again. Sleepless nights are only suppose to last for a certain period of infancy, not to drag on for years.
She still sleeps in a position much like an infant, flat on her back with her hands slightly curled by her ears.
