We built the Brooklyn Bridge today. It was pretty sweet.
And then Godzilla came and knocked it down.
The contractor was none too happy about that. But don’t worry, the construction crew was ready to step in and re-build, and did an even better job the second time, even if I do say so myself. And I do.
I’m pretty sure we’ll all be friends again soon. Probably right after naptime.
ps My friend Valerie featured one of my shirts on her awesome T-shirt blog. Check it out.
Remember back in the day when you used to play MASH with your sisters and it would lead to intellectual discussions about what you really wanted in a house, and how dogs are so much better than cats, and if you could choose your husband based on occupation, what kind of occupation would you choose? I’m sure there was lots of talk about doctors, dentists, engineers and actors. No mention of graphic designers, although I have found my marriage to one to be quite beneficial for reasons I could not have foreseen as a 13-year-old. But today I am wondering how on earth it slipped my attention that seeking a spouse amongst the classes of the Utah College of Massage Therapy would have actually been the way to go. Seriously.
Also, in case you wanted to text me, or you called me and left a message, or you wanted me to call you, forget about it. Somebody threw my phone over his shoulder and onto the hardwood floor and the touch screen no longer works. I don’t care if he’s wearing a tuxedo, he’s an animal. My phone is fairly useless except for calling one of the last 10 people who called me (Micah, Amanda, Micah, Abby, Mom, Amanda, Nicole, Becca, No Number, Micah). Oh, and he also learned to open the oven today. He’d better learn to make me some cookies pretty darn soon. (But not until the end of October.)
I took the boys to the store this evening. It was cloudy, but I thought we had enough time to do the shopping before the rain came. It is a mistake I make frequently. We hadn’t even gotten through the produce section when Micah called to talk about the biggest, fastest rainstorm he’d seen in years. We waited out the worst of it, then walked home with just a few drops falling on us. We turned down our street to see this:
There seemed to be something in our way. Oh, yes, it was a tree. A tree that miraculously missed all cars, windows, and people, but did manage to smash a bit of fence. This particular tree was three doors down from our house, but our super says there is one right in front of our building that has also rotted through the middle and will surely be next. Goody.
Here are some other views of the poor thing.
Bunches of neighbors swarmed the tree as I was taking pictures and within an hour or so all of the leafy parts had been disposed of, leaving just the trunk and the big branches to be dealt with in the morning. With the clean-up crew and all of the gawkers and picture-takes (us included), it felt almost like a regular old block party. Odd how events like this really bring people together.
Micah and I went running when things had calmed down a bit. I started from our place, Micah started from work, and we met at the park. Abby watched the boys. The destruction was pretty amazing, especially in the park. Lots of branches all over the roads. Traffic was backed up, but it made the run more interesting. We had to stay on our toes more than we usually do. I’m glad we got to see it and be a part of the community event, but I hope it doesn’t happen again any time soon.
It’s not a real school. It’s a mini-pre-pre-school. Or maybe just a semi-structured playgroup. It is two days a week and it coincides with lunch time, so I got to make Simon a lunch today. It was fun and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
It wouldn’t be a real first day unless I took the obligatory First Day picture by the front door. Simon was having none of it. He’s such a 3-year-old. I love it. If nothing else it got me to work on my “make-a-child-who-doesn’t-want-to-smile-laugh-so-I-can-take-his-picture” skills.
I feel like I’ve been neglecting this blog (mostly because I’ve been spending my spare minutes posting on the other blog). I can’t believe it has actually been less than a week since I last posted. It feels like it’s been forever. It also feels like it’s been forever since we moved here. Did we really live somewhere else before? Hard to believe. Well, except for the box of moving blankets and other debris that we still need to get rid of. I keep telling people we’re pretty much settled, and Micah keeps reminding me that there are still a million things he’d like to do before he’ll feel at home here.
And with all the excitement I’ve neglected to mention that we now have two little bi-peds. Mr. Oliver has evolved. It’s fun. I like mobile babies. Then they can come to me rather than screaming at me until I have a chance to pick them up. Plus it’s adorable. I love watching him waddle around with his arms up in the air.
But what I really came here to say is: it’s almost halfway through September, the air is cooler, school is starting. Simon has some activities he is going to be involved in a few days a week, we’re thinking about joining the YMCA, the days are getting shorter, and before you know it, it’s going to be 2011. We still don’t know what any of our holiday plans are, but since Labor Day I’ve been feeling like I’m behind the times. Why haven’t I done my Christmas shopping? What are our Thanksgiving plans? Is it too late to get started on the boys’ Halloween costumes? (Do we even know what they’re going to be yet?) How is it possible that Oliver is almost 1 year old? Am I the only one who feels this urgency at the changing of the seasons?
We’ve been in our new place for a week now and I realized I haven’t shared much about it. Somethings we love: it has 3 bedrooms, 2 of which are plenty big and the 3rd is just big enough for a crib, a toddler bed, and a dresser. Oliver isn’t in there yet, but he will be. The 2nd big bedroom is our “office and leisure” room, and it has all our books and toys and computer and sewing machine. The living room is smaller than at our old place and just has the couch, a book case, and our dining table because, unfortunately, we don’t have an eat-in-kitchen. In fact, the kitchen is pretty small. It has less counter space than our previous place which is quite an accomplishment. But we’ve managed to find a place for everything and someday we might rig up some additional food prep space, although I’m surprised to see what I can do with so little space to work with.
Some things we love, besides the 3rd bedroom, are that each bedroom has a real closet with useful shelves, the windows are nice and big and let in lots of light, we can buzz people into the building (the buzzer didn’t work well at first, but it is getting better with more use), and the ceilings are high. But lets not kid ourselves people. It’s still a New York apartment and it is still quite small. In fact, it may be slightly smaller than our old apartment. But the space feels much better used. Or much more usable. I imagined that we would spend the next 6 months trying to mold the apartment to fit our life, but the only thing I can think of to do is to install something like a counter in the kitchen. And maybe put up a shelf or two. As far as making it our own a little bit more, we don’t have any plans. Maybe it’s just because I can’t really think that far ahead. We only just got the couch put back together today and Micah took the empty boxes out to be recycled a few hours ago. Once we put everything in it’s place, we’ll start to think about such things. But for now, I’m just happy to have the big stuff out of the way.
Simon: What are we doing now, Mom?
Me: We’re sitting on the IKEA bus waiting for it to take us to the train station.
S: Yes, but why?
M: Because it’s late and we need to go home?
S: Why do we need to go home?
M: Because it is dark and late and past your bedtime.
M: Because the sun went down and when the sun goes down we need to sleep.
M: So our bodies and minds can be rest.
S: Yes, but why?
M: So we can be happy and healthy and do everything we need to do.
It’s a fun stage. I’m trying to enjoy it as much as possible — even when we are on the third go around of the same conversation and I find myself trying to explain the rotation of the earth around the sun to a three-year-old.
And also, don’t you think I have a future in newborn photography? 😉