Every year, I organize a big group of friends to go to the pumpkin patch. Like me, most of my friends are city dwellers, so it’s fun to take a drive to the country, take in the fall colors and pick out some pumpkins. This year we ate fresh roasted corn and fresh apple doughnuts. We enjoyed the animals at the petting zoo, took a hayride and braved the corn maze!
Thanks Bob’s Corn Maze and Pumpkin Patch, we have a blast every year but I think this year was the funnest year yet!
This is Nina Osita’s new favorite way to get my attention.
My name is Amelia and I have a potty mouth.
What can I say? I am a daughter of a sailor and I have the mouth to prove it. But as much as I want to claim this particular phrase, “F*ck it” is not a phrase that I say regularly or ever. I am prone to various other forms of the F Bomb, though.
The only time N.O. (S) says this phrase are when people are talking and she wants to be heard. If she doesn’t get the attention that she is seeking she yells “F*CK IT!”
You know how your not supposed to react to those kind of things. Well, at first, it completely took me by surprise. I stopped what I was saying. I wasn’t angry, I was amused but I tried to keep a straight face. “Did you say ‘bucket’?” (She wins.)
The next time she did this, I tried really hard to keep going in my conversation but I was totally distracted and the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. This went on a couple more times. (She wins again.)
The last few weeks, I have been really good about keeping my conversation moving and ignoring her while drops her F Bombs. The situation had been improving and we had been hearing it less. I thought maybe we had finally won but my husband just informed that she had dropped it around him while I working.
I have always been a thrift store shopper. Since high school I have loved browsing the racks and finding that one special piece. I love vintage slips and things with history. I love finding high end things for super cheap. I love a great deal and I love to save money. Don’t get me wrong, I also love a good trip to Nordstrom but I always keep my eyes peeled at the thrift stores. I like to go to the nicer neighborhoods and shop for consigned designer jeans and dresses and usually find great stuff! I do the same thing with children’s consignment stores. Kids grow so fast, in my head I just can not justify spending a buttload of money on something that’s going to last 3 months.
Last week, I had consigned some kids clothes to the shop I like to frequent. All of a sudden, it was Fall and S had outgrown most of her clothes. We were not prepared. AND she started preschool, she is outside most of the time. She needed boots and warm stuff, long sleeves, pants. I went back this week and found I had 10 dollars and some change in credit at the shop. I got
1- thick Winter Coat w/ hood
1- rain resistant windbreaker w/ hood
1- hoodie (Crewcuts!)
1 – thick vest (some super cute Japanese brand)
2- long sleeve shirts
3- pants (Gap, Osh kosh w/ the original tag still on it!)
1- pair of winter boots (Land’s End, look never worn!)
The boots and hoodie alone originally retail at around $100.
There is only one way to describe our life right now. Busy.
In the last month, I started a new part time job. I work 10 hour days and have to bus (and sometimes train) to and from home. I am gone quite a bit now. I don’t mind the commute, I like putting on my headphones and listening to music and watching the scene outside my window. With me gone and J running his business from home, we decided it was time for S to go to preschool a couple days a week so J can have time to focus on work.
We found a lovely little place 5 minutes from our house. It has a small farm with goats, bunnies, and chickens, an organic garden, several playhouses a swing set, a zip line and a giant yert that her teacher uses as her classroom. They also have Spanish immersion which is perfect because my husband speaks fluent Spanish and we have been teaching her as well. Her Spanish comprehension has exceeded mine and I speak a fair amount. They spend most of their time outside exploring and playing, even in cooler weather. S loves it! She didn’t even flinch when we left her but threw a fit when daddy came to pick her up.
We have also hit our stride with potty training!! We even have had a couple of poo poo in the potty’s. YES! The mop has taken it’s rightful place again…. back in the laundry room.
You don’t realize how much time you actually have until you don’t have it anymore. Our weekends are now filled with a list of things to do. Things I used to get done during the week. Even that days that I nanny from home, my downtime is filled with laundry and cleaning. By the weekend, I am exhausted and usually in some sort of physical pain from being on my feet all day but things need to get done. And they have been. (Not my writing) The days have been flying by.
We usually spend Sunday mornings going to one of the lovely farmer’s markets around town but there are things that need to be tended to around the house. The sun is out and it’s perfect weather to winterize the garden. We had quite the rain storms the last week that have caused some damage. Got to get out there cause who knows when the sun will be out again! Ahhh Seattle Life.
When I was 20 and dating A’s dad, he was a graffiti artist. Artist usually have a moniker they tag up and often artists belong to a crew that has a moniker of it’s own. He told me once when they were younger and first starting out, he and friends started a crew called WBU or Wack But UP. Meaning that because they were new to the game their art was wack but, it was up.
That’s how I feel about my writing and blogging. Wack but up.
I think, as a mother, it’s so important to have a creative outlet. I started to write to challenge myself creatively. Let’s face it, my skills have deteriorated. I could use some practice. Writing on a public forum kinda scares the shiz out of me. Putting my words and myself out there…. EEEK! My attitude is, if it scares me then I better do it. And you my sweet readers are the lucky recipients of that step. So, THANK YOU for putting up with my bad grammar, punctuation and fragmented sentences. I appreciate you!
I recently updated my “About Me” section cause my old one was pretty weak sauce.
It took 6 weeks (since my last blog post) to get pee pee in the potty.
You know all those “guidelines” you read. Like, for example, these: http://www.babycenter.com/0_successful-potty-training-for-girls_11653.bc , yeah those did not work for us one bit. We’ve been working those tips since June and had a zero success rate. You know what finally worked? Losing our patience with all those above tips and showing her our frustration. J and I, on separate occasions with her, within 24 hours of each other.
“WHY won’t you go pee pee in the potty??!!”
“I know you know what to do, WHYYYYY won’t you go??!!”
She did it but not without a total screaming fit *WHILE* the pee pee was streaming down. That is how opposed to the idea she is. After she had her first potty, we celebrated. There were cheers and a happy dance and candy (which was really just a fruit juice snack). It wasn’t enough to convince her to want to do it again. She did finally go again, screaming and crying the entire time. Each day has been met with improvement. She starting to tell us, even if she is piddling the entire way to the bathroom. Trails of urine everywhere I look. The mop has taken permanent residence upstairs. Thank goodness for hardwood floors!
We had to break all the rules, errr patience to get results but we got results and have steadily got results for the past couple of weeks. I’m not sure if showing her our frustration showed her we meant serious business or what, but I’ll take it!