Saturday, May 31, 2008

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Anything to Avoid Bedtime

I put Grace to bed and endured the usual delays. I served her a glass of water, brought her a snack, escorted her to the bathroom, sang one more song, and when she finally ran out of excuses for delaying bedtime, she got ridiculous.

"Mom, turn on the light! Yes, yes, turn it on! TURN IT ON! .... 'Cause, 'cause, 'cause... I can't see which way my legs are going."

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Viewer Discretion Advised

They might kill me when they are older for this indiscretion. But aren't they darling?
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Claire puts a lot of things in her mouth. I realize this is typical. But it is also disgusting.

In the last week she has put the following things in her mouth:
  1. Dove soap
  2. Bubbles from the bath
  3. Dirt
  4. Rocks
  5. Hair
  6. Dust
  7. A beetle (the body of which I found on her cheek, the head of which was in her fingers)
  8. And you should see her cram an entire ping-pong ball in there.


Time to Explain

Apparently the post I wrote about us leaving Carlsbad sounded cryptic and possibly shady.

Well I can't have that.

So, here's the real reason we're moving (drumroll, please): Brad is going back to school for a degree in engineering (probably civil, structural, or geo-technical). He wants to broaden his horizons. And we might as well go back to school while we're still (sort of) young.

That's not so shady, right?

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

A Time to Gripe

I believe writing is a form of therapy. But cheaper. Which makes it better. That's what today's entry is.

You have been warned.

First of all: I. Miss. My. Gracie. She has spent the last week with Grandma Betsy. I am aching.

Second of all: I had a crappy day. Excuse my language.

I woke up at 5 this morning for a test in Roswell that will qualify me for teaching special education in Texas. It was a whole family affair (minus Grace) since I needed Claire to be close for feeding purposes and I needed Brad to watch her during the test. We all loaded into the car and started on the road, and just to be safe, I checked my purse (which was already in the car) to make sure my wallet was in there.

It wasn't.

That made me a little nervous. Maybe a little freaking out, actually, because I KNEW I left my wallet in my purse. Seriously, I really did. I know that I have the tendency to lose things, but I think I remember looking in the rear view mirror and seeing my wallet in my purse on the back seat. I'm pretty sure. But I still couldn't find it. Which is why we went back to the house, looked for my wallet, and finally grabbed my passport to save time.

So, that's not the greatest way to start the day. It made me a little anxious. Also, I was nauseated. Apparently, that's what happens to me if I wake up before 8:30. Didn't know that. Haven't done it in a while. Anyway, I tried really hard to calm down. Because in my test review session we learned some test-taking secrets, and one of them was that a racing pulse plus throwing up equals really bad test results. Write that down.

Anyway, I got to Roswell, found the campus, wandered aimlessly around campus, asked for directions, and made it to the testing center. Early. An hour early, apparently. None of the testing attendants seemed to be very motivated at 7 am.

When my computer administrated test finally began, I sat at a computer that had the lab logo burned into the screen. The lab attendants might need screen saver training. The damaged screen made all the questions blurry. Which made for painful, dizzying test taking. You know, it's amazing I can't remember what the logo was. I'm surprised it didn't embed itself into my retinas.

Halfway through the test, I realized that I don't remember algebra. This is an unfortunate thing to realize in the middle of a section of the test grading algebra. Next question.

At the end of the test (which took three hours) I was given an option to cancel my test results or to report my results. Cancelling meant that neither I nor any entity would be given access to my answers. It would be as if I hadn't taken the test. I don't know why this is an option, exactly. I mean, I paid money to take this test. And this question is at the END of a very long test. And to be honest, the screen was so blurry and my brain was so hammered that I'm afraid I may actually have clicked the "cancel" option. I was very specifically careful to NOT press cancel, but I was also very specifically careful to leave my wallet in my purse.

It was also my understanding that I was supposed to get some preliminary results after the test, and I didn't.

Oh, man. What if I pressed the cancel button?

Anyway, we got home and a neighbor knocked on my door. She had found my wallet in her yard. It was missing cash, Target gift cards, blah blah.

So I spent the rest of the night on the phone. Cancelling things. And researching identity theft. And losing faith in humanity. (I hate theft. Seriously. Why do people steal? It's so mean.)

But I did reclaim a tiny ounce of self-certainty. I mean, I KNEW I had left my wallet in the car.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

So That's How She Sees Me

This is a portrait of me. Grace brought it to me while I was folding laundry.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's you, Mom!" I must interject here that I just love watching Grace when she shows me her work. Her voice and smile and body language convey this unabashed, innocent, non-competitive pride and excitement in her accomplishment.

Anyway, back to the drawing.

Considering the way photographs of me turn out (have you noticed there aren't any of me here?), I am a huge fan of this artistic rendering. Rosy cheeks, slight smile, skinny legs, 12 fingers...

Made my day.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Press Conference

I suppose it is time to make it public... although this news won't mean much to most you readers.

We are leaving Carlsbad. We are sad.

But we are keeping our house. It's my way of staying attached to Carlsbad and making it easier for us to move back.

We will move back. I hope. Because I love it. Love love love it. I know, you think I'm crazy. What can I say? We became a family there. And plus we have a lot of awesome friends there and the best group of wards ever.

"So why are you leaving your favorite place in the world, Elise?" I hear you ask. Good question, I answer. But... hmm. I will let Brad answer. Because our reason for moving has to do with Brad. And Brad and I have this deal where he speaks for himself.

Anyway, the good news is, we will be close to my parents.

The semi-good semi-bad news is that I will be working as a teacher. Well... that's the plan. Now I just have to convince a principal.

Wish we were moving to a town near you, but we're probably not. Unless you live in Texas.