My Quotidian Summer’s End

I’ve been sitting on this title since last summer, and even though we’re a couple of weeks into autumn, I can’t have it lingering in my brain for another year. So I’ll have a go at stringing together some sentences that befit the appellation. Thank goodness this summer didn’t wind up being really exciting.

This was in many ways a very ordinary summer. It felt a little like a summer vacation from school, in that we mostly sat around the house doing nothing, losing track of the days of the week. Uneventful and colossally boring days that could’ve been used for something useful slipped through our fingers, never to return.

On the other hand, this was an emotional summer. The loss of our main source of income left us frightened and depressed. We would’ve liked to work on some long lingering house projects with the extra time, but we didn’t have the money. I had resolved to find work after my month-long contract job made me realize I was ready to get out of the house. But what would’ve been a long and leisurely search for the perfect part-time job turned into a race against dwindling finances.

And so I find myself, at the end of September, when all the kids have returned to school, returning to work full-time in a “permanent” position. I use the quotation marks because obviously jobs are never permanent, but I use the term because it is not a freelance/contract job. I’ve had other permanent jobs, which were all part-time. I’ve had other full-time jobs, which were contract positions. I do believe this is the first time I have had a full-time, permanent position.

Somewhat ironically, I find myself not at a cubicle but in a classroom, for five weeks of training. If that sounds crazy, it is. The jury’s still out on whether this is a good crazy (like that last month-long contract position) or bad crazy.

And that’s it. My summer is over, the luxury of time gone in a flash. House plans will have to remain on hold. I have to buckle down, suck it up, and be an adult. And a boring one at that. But who knows, maybe next summer won’t be quite so quotidian.

 

 

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My Three-Year-Old Well-Child

And so I found myself in the doctor’s office with a newly minted three-year old clinging to me for dear life, head buried in my chest, weeping uncontrollably. She was not sick, nor threatened with vaccinations, and was telling me just two minutes before how much she liked “the doctor,” referring to the friendly young nurse with whom she was making toddler small-talk. The actual doctor reassured me this was perfectly normal behavior and that this would be the last time the doctor visit would be this traumatic. First time as well, apparently, since my child has never – not even once- ran to me out of fear of a stranger.

This reassurance, though, is one of the reasons I like the well-child checks. Continue reading

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My Daughter’s Third Birthday Party

It was another dazzling last-official-weekend of summer, same as two years ago, in which we celebrated Sonja’s birthday at the park, same as two years ago. Other than that, everything was different.

A Sept 2014 (23)Sonja really understood that this was her birthday and that meant she would go from being two years old to three. (I’m three!) She was excited to open her gifts and capable as well, though she received much assistance from her friend Grant.

Grant helps Sonja open her gifts.

Grant helps Sonja open her gifts.

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My Three-Year-Old

So long, terrible-twos, you weren’t so bad. Hello, temper-tantrum-threes, you are already wearing me out.

Big girl dancing

Big girl dancing

The milestones are coming fewer and farther between. About a month ago, I decided we were going to say sayonara to the bottle, and if that meant Sonja would no longer drink milk, so be it. And so be it was. Although she occasionally expresses desire for a bottle, she finds the idea of milk from a glass particularly heinous. It seems to me she only likes the ritual, not the beverage.

Speaking of rituals, the next thing to go will be the binky. I’m not looking forward to that transition. I’m hoping, like the potty training, it’ll be quick and dirty. It’ll be soon. By the next update, I expect it to be a done deal.

Next stop, binky rehab.

Next stop, binky rehab.

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My Birthday – 2014 Edition

I had another birthday. Can you believe it? (Oh you can? Okay.) Looking back at my previous two birthday posts, I noticed both contained the word “marred.” As in, something went awry. This time, I think the whole year was marred. In the last twelve months, our house was burglarized, my husband was laid off, and surely some other less memorable but still unfortunate shit happened too.

When looked at in that particular light, I am not sorry to see the year go, despite the fact I’m not super fond of the fact I keep getting older. Though smarter people might choose not to define a year by negatives, I’ve decided to see my new year as a gift. A time to take the crap that has happened, crumple it up, throw it away (no recycling here) and move on to better things. Continue reading

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Our Second Family Vacation, Part 3

Imagine if you will, a family of three sitting in a Taco Time at the beach, a restaurant picked precisely for its familiarity and guarantee that the food would be liked by all. After a few jokes wondering if they’d crossed some border because the menu was completely different than what they were expecting, the food is delivered to the table. A tater tot is torn in half and allowed to cool for the little one. Mom takes one bit of her own food and the phone rings. It is 11:20 a.m. The dad’s face is somber. The phrase “yes, this is he,” is uttered. The mother nearly faints.

The 11:00 news of Microsoft’s layoffs was coming directly to us. Shaun and the rest of his team, minus two people, were summarily laid off. The 3 ½ hour drive home from the ocean was quiet and queasy, the fantastic and fresh memories sullied by the news being delivered while we were still making those memories.

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Our Second Family Vacation, Part 2

Part 2 of our two day vacation starts with an uneventful car trip to Vancouver, WA. It was a two-hour drive and we didn’t stop and we didn’t even get lost. We listened to Caspar Babypants most of the way down, and Sonja was quiet and sleepy, though not sleeping. When we arrived at my friend’s house, Sonja asked, “Is it the beach?”

My friend had prepared a lovely lunch for us, of which Sonja ate nothing. That was expected. We visited for a few hours, during which Sonja got the chance to play with my friend’s daughter, though the 10-month old didn’t hold her attention for very long. When Sonja got whiny, we said our goodbyes and put her in the car. She was asleep by Portland and didn’t wake until just before Seaside, so it was, once again, perfect timing.

Clockwise from top left: Me, Maya, Anna and Sonja. We took several of these shots, this was the best we could get out of the kids.

Clockwise from top left: Me, Maya, Anna and Sonja. We took several of these shots, this was the best we could get out of the kids.

Family Portrait right about nap time.

Family Portrait right about nap time.

We arrived at our hotel about 3:30, which was about the same time we arrived the year before. So my whole reasoning for why we should stay two days was shot, but I was glad that we had the extra time. After reading last year’s blog, I was stunned how much we actually accomplished in our short stay. Continue reading

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Our Second Family Vacation, Part 1

After last year’s successful first family vacation to Seaside, Oregon – about two seconds after – our daughter started asking to go back to the beach. She asked all year long, sometimes at random moments and always when she saw pictures of herself building sandcastles or feeding seals. We had not necessarily intended to go back to Seaside this year, but in addition to the frequent requests from Sonja, we realized it would be a fantastic place to take the new dog we acquired last November. Yes, the dog would love the beach and Sonja would love the beach so we would go back to the beach!

Last Year's Beach Vacation

Last Year’s Beach Vacation

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My 4th of July

010109-1605-nomousefory4.jpg3 years ago, my husband and I took the train to Vancouver and spent America’s birthday as Canadians, eh? Last night I was beginning to think we should make that an annual tradition.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many fireworks around this neighborhood as I did last night. We were, to use the term loosely, lit up. Of course, the real commotion started right around my daughter’s bedtime. The previous two years, I worried we’d have trouble getting Sonja to sleep because of the noise, but it turned out to be no trouble at all. Last night, it was trouble.

After sitting with her for about half an hour – she was not scared but she wasn’t able to concentrate on sleeping either – I decided to let her see the product of all that noise. We went to the window and watched the sky for twenty minutes or so. After each firework there’d be a gasp and a question: “Can I have another one?”

Then I realized the local fireworks would be starting on TV, so I let her lay down on the bed with me to watch. I caught about every third firework between her bounces. At this point, I was practically passing out, I was so tired from the previous week. So I put her to bed and, though I was worried I too would be kept awake by the noise, fell asleep probably before she did. I slept right through any noise that may or may not have occurred. Do you think that right after I fell asleep, everybody just stopped shooting off fireworks? No?

I slept well until it got quiet again around 3:30, at which point I couldn’t sleep. I checked on Sonja, who was asleep on her floor mattress. Her body, at least. Her head was actually on the floor. I checked on the cat, who had been outside when the fireworks started and who we brought in covered in stickies from some bush he was hiding under. He was asleep under the papasan chair, one of his favorite spots, and the rug was covered in little balls of sticky black hair. The dog had also seemed to do pretty well with the noise, so I went back to bed. I still couldn’t sleep, so I wrote the speech I have to give for my friend’s wedding tomorrow, and with that off my plate, the house was peaceful and quiet again, save for a few stray *BOOM*s.

So…Canada next year, right?

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My Two-and-Three-Quarters Year Old

I think this quarter felt like the shortest time between updates, either because or in spite of all the things that have happened in the last three months.

Picnic at the Park

Picnic at the Park

The big, huge, hip-hip-hooray news is that about two minutes after I posted the last update, Sonja was potty trained. I go back and forth on whether this is the kind of information I should be making publicly available, but it is the only way I’m going to remember it. So here’s what happened: Buoyed by conversations about potty training with other moms at Sonja’s co-op preschool, I took away the diapers and put her in underwear. The first day she had two accidents and two successful trips to the potty and I thought we were on our way. The second day, she had four accidents and no successful trips to the potty, so I figured I’d jumped the gun and we’d have to start over later. That night I put her in a diaper and put her to bed, and she would not go to sleep. She was stalling and playing and generally frustrating me. Not that this was unusual behavior, but she was really milking it. Around 10 o’clock she started telling me she had to go potty. I thought it was another stalling technique because she knew I wouldn’t say no to that request. However, she went every time she told me she had to, every single time, until she finally fell asleep at 1 a.m. The next day we groggily headed off to preschool in a diaper, and had zero accidents that day and only a few after that. Apparently she was ready to learn and the restless night was just her brain processing the info. The next step was getting her out of the pull-ups and into regular underwear, which seemed like a losing proposition until I found the right, Pixar-themed underwear. She was so pleased with her “pretty Jessie” underwear she insisted on wearing them overnight. I had heard overnight potty training was a different beast entirely, so I resigned myself to changing the sheets every other day for who knew how long. But after a couple of weeks, she got that too. I know the saying goes that the powers that be only give us what we can handle, and though I believe in no such powers, there seems to be an element of truthiness to the sentiment. I did not have the tenacity to work on potty training for more than two days, so lucky me that that was exactly how long it took my kid to figure it out.

Big girl eating popcorn and watching "The Very Hungry Caterpillar."

Big girl eating popcorn and watching “The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”

The other big and very recent milestone is Sonja’s move to the big girl bed. This started a couple of months ago when I put her mattress on the floor in an attempt to encourage her to make the switch. She thought this was a great jumping game, but could not calm down enough to go to sleep. Occasionally I’d put it on the floor for her to jump, until one day she asked if she could nap there. I said she could if she actually went to sleep, which she did. She also made it through the night on the floor and the next day’s nap, but the next night she was back in the crib. It continued off and on like this until she decided that under no circumstances was she going back in that crib, and figured out how to stay put at bedtime. Our crib converts into a toddler day bed, so I took the bars off and got a guard rail from a friend so Sonja wouldn’t fall out of bed. The guard rail made it sort of a “crib light,” and after a couple of days she wasn’t interested in that either. The last five nights I’ve been crossing my fingers that she doesn’t fall out of bed. So far so good.

J June 2014 (14)

Jumping and the big girl bed, all in one!

J June 2014 (13)

One satisfied customer

"Crib Light" only lasted a few days.

“Crib Light” only lasted a few days.

Sonja continues to grow her vocabulary and loves to talk,talk, talk. She can recount her day in detail and she’s a really good mimic. Apparently I use the word “stupid” more than I thought, and I often let out an irritated grunt when something isn’t working the way I want it to. I thought for a few days she got this strange noise from Puss in Boots until I caught myself in the act.

She still isn’t super interested in eating, but we get more days where she is hungrier and she seems to be putting on weight. 23 pounds this time. At this rate, she’ll finally have tripled her birth weight by her third birthday. Incidentally, babies typically triple their birth weight by their first birthday.

Silly girl in Pepper's crate. I swear this was entirely her idea. She did it when I turned my back to take Pepper outside.

Silly girl in Pepper’s crate. I swear this was entirely her idea. She did it when I turned my back to take Pepper outside.

Some of her current favorite activities are helping mom bake (especially when there are chocolate chips involved), putting together small puzzles, and jumping. Jumping is the name of the game now that she’s figured out how to do it. She loves to put on a cape and jump off the step from our dining room down into the living room while calling out, “Super Sonja to the rescue!” Moving items from one vessel to another – for instance, from a storage box into a reusable Target bag – continues to be a seemingly endless form of entertainment.

Her favorite "ride" at the Spring Fair

Her other favorite “ride” at the Spring Fair

For anyone that missed it on Facebook, we lost Sonja’s favorite stuffed animal named “Kitty,” and Shaun replaced it with an identical one he found on Facebook. It was a tearful reunion in the USA and a very cute video. The epilogue is that original kitty finally turned up at Grandma’s house, so now she has two. However, unlike her mi-mis, she usually only wants one kitty at a time.

We did some fun projects including dyeing Easter eggs for the first time, making decorative sand bottles, and painting her previously hideous maroon closet doors a simple, bright and cheery white, and then applying zoo decals. (Okay, I painted the doors myself, but Sonja insists she helped.)

Dyeing Easter eggs

Dyeing Easter eggs

We also went to the spring fair. Sadly, because we couldn’t find the kiddie-land with all the kiddie rides, we only managed one ride, the carousel. Sonja ignored my gentle encouragements to try a horse and insisted on sitting in the sleigh (bench) again. However a few weeks later on a weekend trip to the Supermall where there is also a merry-go-round, she decided that it was time to give that horse a try. Hooray!

Bench

Bench

Hooray for Horsies!

Hooray for Horsies!

I had heard so much about the terrible twos that when Sonja started throwing epic, flailing fits somewhat recently, I became curious. Was she super late to the terrible twos or was something else up? I had never, ever heard of the “temper-tantrum threes,” but according to the interwebs, that’s a thing. Thanks for warning me, other parents!

Pretty closet doors

Sonja helped!

So I found this to be a very interesting span of time. I don’t care what anyone else says about time going too fast, I am always ready for the next milestone, and we hit some big ones this time. It’s not like I won’t look back fondly (with a little memory boost from these posts), but I enjoy moving forward.

 

 

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