Falling into Winter

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Before Daughter was born I loved setting my clocks back in the fall. I loved that suddenly I could wake up to the sun rising, rather than heading off to work in the dark. I loved that I got that one extra hour to do whatever I wanted. Usually I would just sleep later, but there were years where I would get up early to read or write or head to the gym. When Daughter was born I didn’t realize just how much the time change can effect a little one. The first year that we set the clocks back daughter was only 6 months old and barely on a schedule. But years since, in both spring and fall, the time change wrecks our schedule. This year was no different.
Saturday night I went out with my teammates after our first game and I stayed out later than I should have, knowing I had “an extra hour.” I asked Husband to put Daughter to be a little late since we had “an extra hour.” Recently she’s been sleeping in later on the weekends. And when I say later, I mean she’s waking up around 7 or 730. Most mornings we can pull her into our bed and keep her quiet with an iPad. But this morning, this morning that granted me “an extra hour,” she woke up at 5am. FIVE IN THE MORNING! To my internal clock it was 6am. But still, SIX AM? That’s still too early. So this year, I spent “my extra hour” lying in Daughter’s bed telling her it was “still the middle of the night” and “it’s much too early to get up.” And when she told me  she could “see a 7” on the clock I told her that “The clock isn’t right.” and “We need to set it back”.
None of this made sense to her.
It made perfect sense to me.
So when the clock, or my watch, which was already set, read 6:15 I took that opportunity to head back to my own bed with Daughter and I handed her the iPad.
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Beyond Mondo Beyondo: This is in response to a writing prompt from a group of wonderful bloggers I met through Mondo Beyondo. To see what they wrote about “A change in the seasons,” see below”
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Hockey Hockey

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So, I signed the daughter up for Mini-mites hockey last week. Mini-mites is for four-year olds and it’s the youngest level of organized hockey. I looked at a few programs and realized that the one across the river was the closest and fit our schedule the best. I emailed the director and asked if I could sign her up. She politely replied that I needed to get permission from my area’s program because we live across the river. Easy, I thought.

I went online, found the program website, found the presidents name and sent him an email requesting permission to sign my four-year-old up for hockey. He said no.

No? She’s four.

So I tried again. I explained that we’re moving and won’t be in his district next year or ever again and that we wanted to make things a bit more convenient while we’re still here.

Again, I reiterated that she’s four.

I didn’t hear back.

Then I was talking to another daycare father, one that plays hockey and knows the ins and outs of the program and he was amazed that a four-year-old couldn’t get permission to play outside her area for one year. He told me he’d make some calls.

The next day I had my waiver.

Did I mention she’s four?

So now I have this waiver, but it only has one signature. I need to get four more signatures from all levels of the hockey world, just so a four-year-old can play hockey for one year near our house. Don’t get me wrong, we want her to play. She especially wants to play and had a complete meltdown last week when open skating was cancelled.

So, she wants to play, we want her to play, but really, I have to jump through all these hoops just so she (a four-year old) can play at a location convenient to our home. What has happened to the world of kids sports & activities? Has it really become this serious?

Again, did I mention she’s four?

Morning Meltdown

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Daughter woke up today in full melt-down mode. She had a rough night, with nightmares full of spiders and spider webs. Husband pulled her into our bed, where she woke multiple times pleading for us to get the spider webs offher arms, her legs, her head. It was heartbreaking to watch and even more difficult because it was 1, and then 2 and then 3 in the morning. When the alarm went off at 6:30, I zombie-walked to the bathroom, only to be followed by a mini-zombie screaming “Carry Me! Carry Me!”

And then it started. The full-on, “Carry Me, Don’t Touch Me!” morning meltdown. I don’t blame her, either. We’ve all been stressed with packing and storing and cleaning and painting. Trying to sell a house is a roller coaster of emotions. One moment I can’t wait to get out, the next moment I never want to leave. At times I feel like we’ll sell in a heartbeat, other times I’m sure we’re stuck here forever and we’ll have two houses and we’ll never leave either or then we’ll be without a house and we’ll have to live with my Mom. (Which would be fine, Mom, really, but a bit crowded, don’t you think?)
And frankly, I wouldn’t have minded wrapping myself around her on the floor and joining in on the tears and screams and kicking.
But let’s be realistic. I had to get in the shower, find something to wear that’s not in storage, get her somewhat dressed and still clean up this house in case our Realtor or someone else decides to walk through it. Oh, and then get to work.
Eventually she let me pick her up, I held her close, wiped her tears and led her to the bathroom. (Which is where she wanted to be carried in the first place if only I had been able to read her mind.) The world was calmer after that. Husband brought her a snack bar and milk. I got in the shower. We turned on Bubble Guppies. I got her dressed in a swimsuit (field trip day to the wading pool) and secretly wished I could wear my swimsuit all day and hang at the wading pool, too. We got out the door without another tear, another struggle, another heartbreak.
And hear I sit, far from the spiders and nightmares and kicking. Daughter doesn’t have moments like that often, and for that I’m grateful. But every so often she does. And every so often I wish I could. I wish I could just crawl on the floor screaming and crying until someone picked me up, wiped my tears and held me.
Don’t you?

Boulder…..

I spent the last four days with my sister in Denver, Colorado. We went climbing and swimming and shopping and eating. Saturday, we headed north to Boulder for the Open Arts Fest. And what  a Fest it was.

There were giant carrots and adorable rabbits.

There was a splash pad and butterfly balloons.

There was an art booth for the kids, which lead to blue hair and purple knees.

There were ginormous giraffes.

And an orange chair for Jen.

Monarch Release & a Friday!

It was time for the Monarchs to take off. It was bittersweet. We have two more that need to emerge, but then we’ll be “empty nesters.” Sort of.

This little guy had just emerged when we saw him.

So we sat and watched him blow his wings out.

Isn’t he stunning?

We set the first three on a hanging basket in the front yard. This little guy is missing a wing on the other side. I have to blame one of his roommates who we saw trying to eat him while in his Chrysalis. Not really fair. Not sure he’ll ever leave this plant.

The other two monarch’s flew away shortly after we placed them on the plant.

We let two more go in the evening and they booth took off right from Husband’s hand. One landed on a tree a few feet away, the other took off and flew until we could no longer see him.

So, we still have two more to go. This has been truly amazing. I sure hope our little guys have fun flying from flower to flower and enjoying themselves. I’ll miss them.

At least it’s Friday. Enjoy!

Meet the Monarchs

We have a few new friends living with us for a few weeks. They’re Monarch Caterpillars, also known as Milkweed Caterpillars, I guess because they eat Milkweed plants. They moved in on Saturday.

The plan is that they’ll eat and grow and eat and grow for two weeks. Then they’ll spin their Chrysalis’ and hang around for 10 days. Then we’ll have Monarch Butterflies!

They were about 1/4 inch long on Saturday. As of Monday night they were probably closer to 3/8 inch long. We are in for a treat.

Here’s a great time lapse of what we hope to experience. And I’ll try to keep you posted!

Friday…. Brunch Five!

Finally, it’s the weekend.

It’s been a long week. Among other things, we dealt with an ear infection, a rash, long work hours, tight deadlines, almost a missed deadline (with the reminder to ALWAYS check the deadline yourself, not what you hear), brunch with grandparents and cousins, a great night at the playground with neighbors, a bit of trike riding and a whole lot of laughing.

We’re heading to a weekend that includes a running race and brunch with friends, dinner with the girls for Jen’s birthday and a Sunday with absolutely no plans. Did I type that right? Absolutely. no. Plans.

Wow.

All that brings me back to …. a Friday Five. It’s been a while. But since it’s on my mind…

You’re five favorite brunch foods. Seriously, it’s that simple.

1. Tracy’s Cheesy Potatoes
2. Bagels with Cream Cheese & Lox
3. Strawberries
4. Shrimp Cocktail with Spicy Cocktail Sauce
5. Mimosas

What about you?

Birthday Cookies

This weekend we celebrated Daughter’s third birthday with the family. I wanted a project/game/craft that would work for all ages at the party. There were grandparents and cousins and an aunt and uncle. What could work for everyone? I finally decided on decorating cookies. The theme of the party was Trains and I found these awesome train cookie cutters on Amazon. I made the cookies the day before, with Daughter’s help, and then we decorated at the party.