Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Lately, I've had the realization that Ava and Nate are really getting older. Now, I know that's obvious--but what I mean is, the way we parent them is needing to change a little bit. At 5 1/2 and 7 1/2, they are asking lots of questions, and I can tell they are trying to figure out how the world works. I guess what I'm saying is, for their earliest years we've shielded them from certain realities, and now I can tell that it's time to walk them through some of those things.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Oh Lord, am I already becoming one of those moms who wanna dress like their daughters? THAT'S not sad.
But have I tried it, in the privacy of my own bathroom? Tilting my head in the mirror and swishing my hair back and forth? Maybe. The world may never know for sure.
Other things that simply can't be verified: if I imagine myself performing live the songs I listen to at the gym (the crowd goes wild, duh), or if I pretend to be talking on my phone to avoid those Dead Sea Scrub and mineral makeup people at the mall. Also, if I unintentionally walk in rhythm to the beat of songs played over the loudspeaker in stores. Sashay, sashay.
These are all pure conjecture.
Anyway: side ponytails. Should we all give them a go? Who's with me, guys?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday night we took our friends into the city for dinner and to see Vivid Sydney, a light show that was going on through downtown. We had dinner at a German Pub, which ended up being really fun. These three old guys in leiderhosen were playing and singing to a noisy crowd of tourists and we had a ball. And ate lots of schnitzel and giant pretzels.
Now do you see why I needed? And you know what's funny? Right after I made Jason sneakily snap that photo on my iPhone, 1987 called and asked for its hair back. Also:
Thursday, June 9, 2011
They asked what "anniversary" meant and why it's celebrated. We talked about how long we have been married, they asked how many years we had been married when they were each born--that kind of stuff.
Last Saturday, we were driving home from the park. From the back Nate called out, "Dad? Why did you marry Amy?" (I thought it was really funny that he chose in that instance to use my name--he never does that.)
"Well," Jason said, "I fell in love with her, and I thought she was the most wonderful woman I'd ever met. And she is!" (Nice one, babe! Plus 10 points.)
Silence from the back of the car. Nate thinks for a few seconds. Then he asks, "But who was your second choice?"
I'm really not sure how to take that one.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Yeah. Well, I don't think he'll be driving that anymore. Okay, so the driver calls his dad. We could hear him on the phone right below us. Before he called dad, he was full of bravado, swearing and spitting on the ground. But when he got on the phone, I could hear his voice breaking. See that silver car up there in the first photo? That's his dad. That car pulled up and stopped, and for quite awhile no one got out. "Who do you think that is?" I asked Andy. "I think it must be the dad," he said. "But why isn't he getting out of the car?" Andy said, "If it was me, and that was my kid, I think I'd need a barrier between us for a little while."
Eventually the dad got out and looked at the car. He talked to his kid, but not much. The next question in my mind was, is someone going to call the police? Our neighbour--the one that was down there sweeping up the glass, was acquainted with the driver's family. I think he intended to just talk to the dad.
But someone called the cops--we later found out it was someone on a neighboring street who heard the crash. Man, when that cop car pulled up, I can only imagine what that kid and his dad must've thought. It's one thing to drive recklessly and total a car. But to drive recklessly and total a car when you have no license and your car is unregistered and uninsured? That is a world of hurt, right there.
There they are, talking to the two kids. Dad got back in the car for that part.
It's funny how becoming a parent changes your perspective. Along with shaking my head over the accident and how boneheaded those kids were, I also couldn't help but think, Geez. What's to stop my kids from doing the same thing one day? I mean, no parent brings their newbown home from the hospital and goes, "Right! When this baby's a teenager, he is going to make a total dumbass decision, endangering himself and others! Let's get right on that!" So, when Ava and Nate were done with rest time, I marched them out onto the balcony. "The boy who drove that car did a very dangerous and careless thing," I told them. "He's very lucky he didn't get hurt. He thought he could handle that car and drive fast, but he couldn't. I want you to remember this--one day you'll be driving a car and you'll need to be so careful." Ha! Jason was like, "Do you think they'll even remember that?" They won't be driving for another ten years, but I couldn't help trying to turn it into a teachable moment. They were like, "Uhh, okay Mom." But I felt better.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Look at those two crazy kids. Ah, to be young and in love.