I'm sad to say I haven't made too much headway on my lengthy spring-break to-do list.
Alas.
But to tell the truth -- and I'm being 100% honest here -- I don't much care. I did other really exciting things. My 40th birthday was the most memorable and frankly the best birthday I can remember.
As I was writing that, I scanned back over other birthdays, and it's true that I do have lasting memories of 23. I had a fancy dinner at a sushi restaurant with Dan, several of my friends, and my mom. At the table, Dan said fondly, "And now you're 24."
"No, I'm not," I said. "I'm 23."
He insisted I was 24, but I knew for a fact that wasn't the case. I knew it especially because we were celebrating my golden birthday. Also, I was sure my birthday was March 23rd, as it has been every other year.
"Are you serious?!" Dan finally exclaimed. Everyone laughed pretty hard, and then the sushi was excellent.
In any case, all of the things on my aforementioned to-do list will still be there when I'm finished vacationing.
In the meantime, I plan to be goal-oriented about downhill skiing. I'm going to take lots of runs and not get hurt. I'm going to write on my blog a few times. I'm going to be pleasant and cheerful in interactions with my family members. I might think about other writing, too. Anything is possible.
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 24, 2018
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Nine Things for Nine Years
Our youngest child is nine years old today. Here are nine things about him:
- He doesn't sleep very well. He hasn't ever, but we're all used to it now.
- He does things his own way. You can't predict what the way will be, and you probably can't influence the way. You have to roll with it and trust the master. The master is Mac himself.
- Two summers ago, he hated swimming so much that he cried about lessons and refused to get in the water. Of course, I wouldn't let him quit swimming because of safety and principle, so he sat sobbing on the edge of the pool for the full hour allotted to practice. This happened day after day. Now, however, he loves swimming and wants to go to races. He laughs when I remind him of those other times with the incessant crying.
- Mac's not a morning person. He's so not a morning person that about six years ago, we began dressing him in clean clothes at bedtime in lieu of pajamas. This eliminated some morning tantrums, and it's a practice we've continued to this very day. Or, we just let it go, and he wears the same outfit for an entire weekend. It's a little gross, but it's not life threatening.
- He writes books, types them up, and gets them catalogued in the Lower School library. There's a series about Hamburger Boy and multiple issues of a magazine called Nature News.
- Mac hates potatoes, mostly even French fries.
- When he is sleeping, he's super active. If you let him in your bed, he'll kick you in the face while you're in the midst of your REM cycle. Just don't let him in there. If you have to because it's eleven for goodness sake, and he's not anywhere near sleeping, block your whole self with pillows before you close your eyes.
- He loves school and does everything his teachers tell him to. This shocks me every time I hear it at conferences.
- Mac's very particular about his appearance - hair, clothes, shoes. If he doesn't like it or it isn't his style, he won't wear it. Because see #2. #2 is really all you need to know.
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Annals of Parenting: The Birthday Deal
As I'm typing, I'm recovering from Mac's first ever "sleep" over. This was an 8th birthday perk, expertly negotiated by that wonder kid. Here's the deal with birthdays in our house: Each kid gets to have a friend party every-other year on alternating years. On your year, then, you can choose to actually have the party or take the buy-out. The buy-out is $150 cold hard cash that I will pay you to NOT have a birthday party. It's totally worth it and almost always cheaper than having the party.
The kids discuss the pros and cons of the buy-out for months before the birthday, making lists and discussing what they'd do with one hundred and fifty buckaroos. "But I still get a family party, right?" they'll ask as they scour Amazon for expensive sneakers and violent video games. "Yes," I assure them, "you still get a family party." Sorry, family - it's not about seeing you; it's about what you'll bring to the table that really matters. The kids will be happy to provide a list of helpful suggestions.
In any case, Mac wanted the buy-out this year, but he also wanted to have his very first sleepover with just one kid. A nice kid, whose mom I like. Deal, I said. The evening went mostly well. We went to The Angry Birds Movie, which was fine and, frankly, I didn't understand the white supremacy metaphor at all. We turned the lights out at ten and then tried five different sleeping arrangements before I finally settled on the floor with Mac in his bedroom while his pal dozed on his bed.
Win-win-win.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Jiggity Jog
We'll be headed back to Minnesota in a couple of hours. We had a terrific vacation in Vail with Dan's family. Dan and I especially enjoyed saying, "schuss-booming."
"Shall we schuss?"
"I do love to schuss-boom."
"That was some very impressive schuss-booming."
"Schussing through powder is especially invigorating!"
You get the idea.
Shef is now officially five, I'm now 31, and Dan will be 35 tomorrow. I do feel a bit older this year, to tell the truth. I suspect it has something to do with my ongoing experiment with sleep deprivation. I think and hope that when I do start sleeping through the night, say in about four (three-and-a-half?) more years, I will suddenly become a towering genius with limitless intellectual prowess.
I can't wait until that happens.
"Shall we schuss?"
"I do love to schuss-boom."
"That was some very impressive schuss-booming."
"Schussing through powder is especially invigorating!"
You get the idea.
Shef is now officially five, I'm now 31, and Dan will be 35 tomorrow. I do feel a bit older this year, to tell the truth. I suspect it has something to do with my ongoing experiment with sleep deprivation. I think and hope that when I do start sleeping through the night, say in about four (three-and-a-half?) more years, I will suddenly become a towering genius with limitless intellectual prowess.
I can't wait until that happens.
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