Sunday, August 31, 2008

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Angry Boy went to bed tonight in the top bunk of his new bunkbeds (he subsequently decided to move to the bottom bunk at 10 pm, when he realized he was thirsty and couldn't reach his nightstand water from the upper bunk).

He spent the day in size 13.5 shoes (Skechers--yes, he already has brand loyalty), which I had bought in the hopes that he would grow into them in the future. I did not expect that he'd be able to wear them right now.

On Tuesday, he starts Kindergarten.

He is such a little man. It's kind of awesome.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Counterintuitive*

The older I get, the more I appreciate Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun."


*It's also weird, or fucked-up, as Sabrina Mathews might say.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Can you tell me how to get to Arrested Development?

Remember when Jim Henson's muppets were kind of subversive (see, e.g., the Alice Cooper episode of the Muppet Show)?

Well, a new season of Sesame Street started last week. Bunch of new things going on, certainly. A new cast member: Leela, an Indian-American woman. (AB was disappointed to learn it wasn't this Leela joining the cast.) A new feature called "Murray Has a Little Lamb," which I have to admit is pretty cute (it involves a tiny, Spanish-speaking purple lamb who is muy hiperactiva).

And guest stars who... aren't your typical guest stars. I sat there with my jaw on the floor as Neil Patrick Harris sang his heart out as the Fairy Shoe Person. And today, I about died when I heard Gob's "Final Countdown" theme song and then out came Will Arnett as Max the Magician. Bravo, Sesame Street, bravo.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

They're the Knights of the Round Table....

Had a great day today. (WARNING: This post is primarily for the benefit of NSAH, who was on the road today and would surely appreciate reading the recap. Will probably bore everyone else to tears.)

Sure, the kids woke me up early, as they are wont to do every damn day. But we watched a little Sesame Street, then played in the basement for a while. AB's new thing is wiffleball, so I tossed him a dozen or so pitches. He's getting pretty good, although I have to keep reminding him to keep his hands together. While we did that, ALB did puzzles. Then, at a respectable hour, we headed off to the local farm, where ALB made animal sounds and happily said goodbye to every "ammal." AB was kind of bored, but we then trekked over to the playground. He made friends with every kid there as ALB went down the slide over and over and over and over (x 10) again. Then we hit McD's and got a couple of Star Wars bobbleheads (Darth Vader--but I really wanted a Leia or a Han, shucks).

Then I took AB to this place. He had a blast, although I'd forgotten how long the show was and so he kept asking, "Mommy, when do they joust?" I thought it was fun (TOTALLY overpriced, but AB's admission was free, at least).

One thing I found interesting: there was a lot of princess stuff at the show, including merchandise and some whole drawn-out romance plotline between a princess and a prince. I remember going to a show back when I was a kid, waaaay before the Princessification of all young girls, and I don't remember any princess stuff or romance at the show. How things change.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Come on shake your body, baby, do the Ponda*

Scene: At the dining room table after dinner, AB is playing with his (and my) Star Wars toys.

AB: (holding up action figure) Mommy? What's his name?
APL: Um... Ponda, I think.
AB: Mommy, do you know why he's called Ponda?
APL: (pause) No, I thought that's just his name.
AB: He's called Ponda after the dance. Because he dances the Ponda, that's what they call him.

*Know you can't control yourself any longah

Thursday, August 07, 2008

The Break-up: It's Not You, It's Me

I think we need to spend some time apart. It's not you, it's me. I'm at a point in my life where I need a change, I need something new. I think I've gotten the most I can out of this relationship -- I'm realizing I need more. You've been great, though, really. I have so many wonderful memories of our time together, all the fun I had, and how much you taught me. I have no regrets, and I hope we'll stay in touch and always be friends.

And someday, you're going to make another associate very, very happy.


And with that, I'm leaving the firm -- and firm life in general -- and starting a new job with the Biggest Employer of People in This Region (hint: it ain't private industry). I'm excited and sick to my stomach all at the same time. I really love the people I work with, and I like much of the work that I do. And I nearly cried when I had to break the news to those at work I'm closest to. I feel like I'm letting them down, and in some respects, I know I am. But the people I work with -- the good ones, anyway -- understand completely my reasons for leaving. And it really is a good time for me to try something new. I found what I think will be a great job with better hours (and the resultant lower pay, but still a substantial sum) that will teach me things I couldn't learn at the firm. And I won't spend my evenings and weekends thinking about billable hours or originations.

Hope this works out. I'll let you know.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Ready to rumble

My Angry Linebacker (not yet 2) and Angry Boy (not yet 5) have discovered a new game to give Mommy heart attacks and cause much maternal scolding: wrestling. They start in the middle of our king-size bed, on their knees, and proceed to push each other and roll around in fits of giggles. ALB is usually the instigator. What he lacks in age and size (only in comparison to his older brother), he makes up for in heft and sheer tank-ishness.

When did my bed become the Octagon?

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Reading is fundamental

Now that I have some semblance of a life back, I've gone back and tallied your votes for which book I should read next. It was very close with many books getting one vote, but by my count, Catch-22 won the popular vote. I think after that, I'll finally get around to The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. I just finished reading Nick Hornby's A Long Way Down, which was weird but good.