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I've had the house completely to myself this evening. I can't remember the last time I was completely by myself for an entire night. GB is off on  an overnight buisness trip and Bo is spending the night with his grandparents. I spent an hour at the library just browsing the racks, ate dinner, took the dog for a walk, watched TV and played on the computer. All without the guilt of ignoring my husband or a three year old trying to "help".

When we were scheduling Bo's overnight Sunday morning, GB mentioned that I might be lonely with no one at home. Yeah, right. :)

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Found this on the Internet and was reminded once again how much I love Aaron Sorkin.

Aaron Sorkin Conjures a Meeting of Obama and BartletCollapse )

Now excuse me while I pull out my West Wing DVDs and fall in love with politics again.

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I was beat in Wii bowling by my 3 1/2 year old son. And not just beat, but pretty much crushed. I bowled 105. Bo, on the other hand, had a career high of 215.

This is definitely a low in my video gaming career.

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So last week our 2002 Honda Accord was in the shop for a new transmission to the tune of $3500. We went ahead and got it fixed mainly because we haven’t had any other trouble with the car and $3500 is still a heck of a lot cheaper than buying a new car—particularly since we still have four years to pay on our mini-van.
Which would all be well and good, except I don’t think the car is fixed. It’s still shimmying when shifting from reverse into drive. Which means it has to go back to Aamco. Which means we will be a one car family for as long as it takes to have it fixed again. At least this time we won’t have to pay.
Sometimes I really hate cars.
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What a day. GB went to bed last night with a bad headache and woke up with an even worse one. We thought it might be a migraine, although neither he nor I have ever had one before, so we were basing our diagnosis on second hand knowledge. But since he could barely move this morning, I was on my own to get Ty and I out of the house. I never realized how much GB does in the morning. I’m actually feeling a bit guilty. I barely made it out of the house with my lunch and that was 15 minutes later than normal. How do people do this on a regular basis? And what the heck are we going to do when we have four people to get out of this house in the morning? (And no, this is not an announcement of any kind.)
GB headed to the doctor’s office and was told that it wasn’t a migraine, but rather a viral infection. He was given a shot of a high dose anti-inflammatory and was doing much, much better after an hour or so. He has been banned from our day care this week as she is leaving for vacation on Friday and wants nothing to do with any germs. I’m only allowed in the door myself. :)
But here’s hoping modern medicine kicks in and he’s back on his feet tomorrow and that I manage to avoid the thing all together.
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So apparently, on September 5, roundandround2 sent me a nudge to get me back to journaling. Of course it might have been a tad more effective if the nudge hadn’t ended up in my in-box, but hey, I’m posting, so I guess it did its job. Thanks, D! I probably don’t have any friends left watching my journal, but in case I do, here’s a brief update.
Bo has glasses now, he’s had them since the end of March. He’s just the cutest thing in them. Everyone is telling me that he reminds them of the kid from Jerry Maguire and I can’t deny the similarity. A lot of it comes from his constant chatter, though.  He had been crossing his left eye quite a bit while focusing on things, so off to the eye doctor we went. Turns out the kid in far sighted. Which is a little odd considering EVERYONE in our family is nearsighted. The big downer in this situation is that we didn’t include him on our vision insurance. Who plans on taking their 3 year old to the eye doctor? So he got the cheap frames this time around. He's already broken them once, so thank goodness for warranties. I was worried about how in the world we were going to keep glasses on him, but he actually has given us no problems.  I like to think of him as my own little Harry Potter.
Summer was nice. I became an aunt in June which is exciting. GB’s brother and his wife welcomed their first born, a little boy, into the world three weeks ahead of schedule. He ended up spending about five days in the NICU, but we joked that Luke was the healthiest baby there. He’s now almost three months old and on his way to becoming quite the chunk. He’s way outpaced where Bo was at three months.
August was my month of travelling. A day trip up to Chicago, a long weekend in Door County, Wisconsin with roundandround2 and her kids, and a vacation in the Smoky Mountains with friends (while I wasn’t overly impressed with either Gatlinburg or Pigeon Forge themselves, the mountains were beautiful and I can’t wait to go back), and an extended family trip to a lake in northern Indiana.  I am glad to be home and am looking for to a day without anything to do. I was planning on using the day to take out all of my dead summer flowers and plant my fall mums, but the forecast calls for rain all day. I guess that means that I’m going to have to stay in bed and lounge around the house. Darn it. :)
So nudge accepted, the prodigal journaler is back and if I still have any friends, Hi! I’m back.
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If there was one word I could erase from the English language right now, it would be why. Completely remove it from the dictionary. I realize that it will case problems for normal conversation, but I feel it’s a small price to pay to keep my sanity.
Bo is so in the middle of the toddler “why phase” and if I hear that word again, I’m going to scream. I swear I hear it 300 times a day, and that is with me working full-time and with Bo in day care. And he's so serious every time he asks. The problem is he's always asking it.
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 I’ve been afraid to even say this out loud, much less write it down and make it real, but I think the time has come to put it out there.
Bo is now potty trained. Quick, knock on wood.
Don't ask me how that happened, because I really couldn't tell you. One Sunday, he's refusing to even sit on his potty, by Tuesday, I picked him up at day care and was told he had peed every time he was on the toilet, by Friday he was telling us when he had to go, and by the next Sunday he was in underwear. That was two weeks ago, and the only accidents so far include when he was at my mom's house and Bo was having too much fun to stop playing, stuck his hands in some water, and I guess you can figure out the rest. :) The second one was Tuesday when he was with GB’s dad at their house, he told Grandpa he had to go to the potty and my father-in-law ran around looking for the potty seat instead of just sticking Bo on the toilet and holding him. Needless to say, he looked too long.
Rookie Mistake.
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I've had a Mother's Day/Birthday party with GB, Bo, my mom, brother, and sister-in-law last Sunday, dinner out with some friends last night, lunch with another friend who shares my birthday today, a steak dinner cooked by GB tonight, dinner with my Dad and his wife on Friday, and the celebration with GB’s family on Sunday. I'm going to be very sick of cake by the end of the week. :)
So Tuesday night I was talking with Bo at breakfast explaining to him that I wouldn’t see him that night as he was spending the day with his Grandpa and I was going out to dinner with some friends to celebrate my birthday. He thought about it, then looked at me and said, “Mommy, when is your birthday going to be done?” This coming from a boy whose first birthday celebration was on April 5 and the last on May 2.
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So here’s how my week has been.
  1. GB and I stopped by the local rec center to get information on swimming lessons for Bo this summer and made the mistake of taking him with us. Now the outdoor pool doesn’t open for another two weeks, and while there is an indoor pool, we don’t have time to take him until Memorial Day Weekend and a three-year-old has no concept of time. I am now subjected to the constant question: “Is the pool open yet?” And I do mean constant. Major tactical parenting mistake.
  1. I had been operating under the assumption that GB and I were hosting a Mother’s Day/Birthday cookout for my mom, brother, and sister-in-law this weekend. When I got to work on Monday, there was an e-mail from my brother, asking if we were still a go for the party at his house Sunday. O_o I look back over the e-mails we sent and sure enough, there it is plain as day: an e-mail from him saying they would be happy to host the party at their house. How in the world I translated that into my house, I’ve yet to figure out.
  1. I walked into my polling place Tuesday morning to vote in my first ever Primary. Indiana has an open primary which means you don’t have to be a registered Democrat or Republican to vote, you just go in and request one ballot or the other. You then pick up either a blue square with a big D on it or a green square with a big R to take to the poll worker setting up the voting machine. I requested a Democrat ballot and was told to pick up a blue card and I sat there for a minute looking at the two squares confused, because for some reason, my mind was telling me to pick up a green one, but that one had an R and I don’t want R, I want D. The woman behind the table finally looked at me with a smile and said, “It’s the one with the D.” I just started laughing, as there was absolutely nothing I could say that would make me seem smart at this point. To top everything off, it turns out one of the poll workers is a neighbor that I didn’t recognize out of context.
  1. I started an e-mail to a colleague a couple of days ago and as it was the end of the day and wasn’t finished with it, I saved it to my Drafts folder. I’ve since spent the last two days wondering why this person hasn’t responded to an email that I never sent.
  1. I sent e-mails out to my mother, mother-in-law, and aunt-in-law to schedule our monthly scrapbooking/craft session for June, with the information that I could get together on the 22nd, but the 28th wouldn’t work because the 2009 Homeward Bound Walk (that is a fund-raising event for work) might be scheduled on that date. I was legitimately concerned about this possible conflict. In 2009. And no one corrected me or said WTF are you talking about.
 I so need a vacation.
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