Hello, blog. How are you? What? Those bags under my eyes? No, ten years haven't passed. I'm just really tired. Mom tired. Recently-nighttime-potty-trained tired. You get the picture. Not a picture of me until my next haircut, though. I need bangs to distract from the bags. So, Stella wears bifocals now. I think they are… Continue reading Look what the cat granddaughter dragged in!
I have the good fortune to be writing copy for a really delightful web-based company whose product is perfect for moms like me. Currently, I'm both collecting and writing inspirational quotes for their use. It's fun work, and hilarious at times--in my brain. Especially when I write lines myself that are supposed to sound incredibly… Continue reading Quotable?
In the first chapter of John Gottman's wonderful book, Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child, my current daily life is illuminated: "Behavioral psychologists have observed that preschoolers typically demand that their caretakers deal with some kind of need or desire at an average rate of three times a minute." Stella is officially two and a half, 38… Continue reading Two points of view. One big push forward.
When Stella gets really upset about anything at all, her immediate, go-to move is to tear off her adorable purple glasses with one hand (OUCH!) and throw them, with the force of every ounce of rage she's got. Though to be fair, in the rare minutes when they are off, she will sometimes ask for… Continue reading An inevitable dip in the roller-coaster ride
Yesterday was sunny and crisp. A Golden Delicious apple of a day. Okay, a frozen one. I'd recently read about how incredibly important and beneficial outdoor time is to kids' eyesight, and was determined to whisk Stella off to the neighborhood park immediately after her nap. Stella woke up, and after wasting about 30 to… Continue reading Stella insists she can see with BOTH eyes
Stella knows how to use "WHAT!?" for comedic effect. At PCC, the natural grocery store we hit up to three times a day, there are fun sculptures outside. In reference to one of them she exclaimed, "A dog on a bike--WHAAAT!?" Just a sliver of a pause inserted. She went ahead and tacked on the… Continue reading UW pre-optometry students to the rescue!
Stella's glasses are blue, mostly. They are also broken. Actually, she has two pairs and both are destroyed. Again. So we hauled our butts into the optical shop today. Apparently, after breaking them ten or so times, we've exhausted their supplier's inventory of the Lafont Tamtam in 220 blue. To be clear, we used to… Continue reading A little blue
It happened in the glow of our large flat monitor with the two dead pixels, which have long taunted us with their bold red hue. Stella freaked out, both passionately and oddly, flailing her arms around her head and wailing out of apparent discomfort. A powerful emotional display for a fit based on what seemed… Continue reading A crime of passion. A lesson for us all.
My official assessment is that this week's in-office vision therapy went well. It was interesting, and eye-opening. (Once again I've let you down and resorted to puns.) Eye-patched Stella threw a couple blocks in frustration and engaged in impressive evasive maneuvers, but we managed to reel her back in while avoiding a fight. We totally… Continue reading Cirque de Okay
The other day during breakfast, I asked Stella to name her favorite animal. She sat there for a minute, with her brow furrowed and finger perched on her lips, obviously in deep thought. Stella then perked up and exclaimed, "MEERKATS!" We saw them at The Woodland Park Zoo a couple weeks ago. Honestly, I expected… Continue reading Broken glasses, stained clothes, and other infuriating non-issues.