I have been a little out of touch recently. I guess the many things on my platter have been starting to make the platter a little unsteady.
It’s been great to see our visiting Norwegians, Marlis and Emil. Shmoo is so into his cousin, Emil. He wants to shower him with hugs (which must be monitored to make sure they are not smothering) and Shmoo gets very upset when Emil cries or has to go ‘ni-nite.’
For various reasons, we have taken our condo off the market. For one thing, we have had less than 5 people look since Memorial Day. Plus, we are just overwhelmed and completely disorganized lately. I’ve started the ball rolling to apply for a permit (cart, horse, whatever) for the finished room and we are going to put the place back on the market in the next week or two.
We’ve been blown away recently by Shmoo’s complete absorbtion of every single thing we do and say. He knows when you are trying to hide something from him and he watches your every move. He knows where Aunt Laura hides the Her.shey kisses and he knows where Mommy puts her car keys. He knows how to screw open things and thinks everything should open for him.
A few weeks ago, he did this at Mema and Pop-pop’s house:
Shmoo was playing in the basement and climbed onto a motorized scooter in the corner. Mema told him. “No work. No battery.” He proceeded to climb off the scooter, walk across the basement and take the battery pack off the portable vacuum. He brought the battery back over to the scooter, opened the battery compartment, placed the vacuum battery in it, closed the cover, got back on the scooter and looked at Mema with a confident smile that said “well, now let’s go.”
He’s definitely still our spirited child and pushes every button. But he is just so funny and wonderful at the same time. He still cries a TON when he doesn’t get his way, which is ALL THE TIME. But we’re trying to reign him in.
I felt awful for the wife yesterday. Marlis and Email have our normal car seat, so we have been using the back up. Yesterday morning, I got out of my car in the parking garage at work and glanced in the back seat to see the car seat. I almost had a stroke. It was almost 9 am and I was 40 minutes from home. The wife needed to drop Shmoo at day care and be at work by 9:30.
When I called, she was exasperated. Shmoo was screaming bloody murder in the background and we both just felt defeated. Thankfully, Pop-pop was at the house in 10 minutes with his car seat and took Shmoo so the wife could head to work.
Of course, day care drop off didn’t work out so well. He wouldn’t let go of Pop-pop and Pop-pop couldn’t see his little mini me upset, so they spent the day together.
As for me, I’m working on a few things. I’m trying to get focused and get a grip on all of the balls flying around.
I think I realized how stressed I was when I pretty much lost it over the weekend when our iJoy massage chair broke. It was like the world was coming to an end.
How could such minutia override all of the good things??
Anyway, plugging away.
I have found this fabulous singer that makes my drive to work much more doable. Tris.tan Pretty.man. Download a song or two from her, like “Madly” or “Hello” and tell me if you don’t love her too.
We’ve put off the TTC journey for an indefinite amount of time right now. Maybe we can revisit it when the ground stops moving under our feet.
I think blogging has been therapeutic for me over the past few years, so you will definitely be hearing from me more. And I am trying to keep up with all of my buddies out there, even if I’m not always commenting. I miss the constant communication with my fellow bloggers.
I’m done with my ramble.
