Well, it’s Halloween. Guess it’s time to get started on the Halloween costume.
Well, it’s Halloween. Guess it’s time to get started on the Halloween costume.
Speaking of limeades, do you remember when we were little that sometimes after a long day we would have popcorn and frozen limeades for dinner? I never realized until I was an adult that limeades are practically margaritas. I wonder whether Mom and Dad were ever tempted to help their own limeades take that final step. I certainly would understand the temptation now.
Oh, also speaking of limeades – and cherry limeades especially – did I tell you that there’s a Firehouse Subs opening close to us? I’ve been doing a little happy dance ever since I found out: a real piece of home will be here. After all, it actually started in Jacksonville, and we used to go to the very first one! When Charles and I moved to CA, I missed a whole lot of people I loved and things I was used to, but there were 4 food-oriented places especially that I wished for. Chik-Fil-A (now right up the street); Cracker Barrel (who knows if it will ever get here); Publix (probably not in my lifetime); and Firehouse. Of course, we’ll go once or twice and that will satisfy for awhile, but it will be nice to have it as an option when we’re craving the warm, melty, steaminess of one of their subs.
But let’s set aside the food talk for a bit. Except – hold on, let me go get some more coffee; those three cups I’ve already had aren’t doing the trick.
Okay, so my life right now revolves around the boys, and primarily the two-year-old, which is exactly how he thinks it should be. You mentioned Little Man’s daily tantrums. Little Mister’s got them, too. Mostly because he wants to do what he wants to do, although he does have his mysterious fits that arise for reasons incomprehensible to me.
See that tiny blond speck under the basketball hoop? That would be LM, refusing to leave the park.
I’m starting to work out strategies that sometimes achieve the desired results, but occasionally – like right after I took the picture above – I still have to resort to carrying him like a sack of potatoes, and I think as he shouts and flails, “Someone is going to think I’m kidnapping this kid.”
So let me think of some of the fun aspects of having a two-year-old, for the sake of both you and me.
Hopefully this will help you enjoy your own two-year-old, remembering that it’s not all meltdowns in the grocery store and fighting like a wild animal not to get put in the car seat and running away in parking lots. (To be honest, I’m really hoping it will help me.)
Remember me? I’m your sister! I bet you forgot you had one since I’ve been silent on this here blog for…..cough……well, forever. I’m sorry! I’ve been off in Lime Land.
Lime Land: noun. A state of being that is interesting, tart, confused, and slightly under appreciated.
You know the saying, “When life gives you lemons…”? It categorizes things in life that are hard, and then you’re supposed to think optimistically about it to make it all better. But what if I want to know that the hard things are necessary and good, even if hard? I don’t want to just mask it with superficial sugar.
Life has been different for the past couple of months. Hard, but not really hard, per say, just…life. Limes are a wonderful fruit, perfect for understanding us. They make things interesting, different. Are they for savory things or sweet? Are they sweet and innocent or appropriate for bars and the night life? They’re all these things! Limes force someone to do a double take, they evoke thoughts of sunshine, and they’re cute and little and awesome.
Limes added to rice make a WHOLE different dinner. Limes in a pie? Nothing is quite like it – even lemon meringue pies can’t compare with the delightfulness of Key Lime Pie. Limes take mixed drinks to a whole new level – a drinkable level in my opinion. Give me a Moscow Mule without a lime and I won’t touch it. Give it to me with a lime…I’ll taste it! Don’t mask the lime, just let it meld with everything to give a richness to it.
And my favorite, a Cherry Limeade. All things wonderful in a glass.
So…we’ve been in Lime Land. Which really is just normal life. Can I give you an edited run down?
This isn’t a comprehensive list. But really, if everyone wrote down all the challenges and joys of a week (not to mention a couple months), it would be epically long.
Our Lime Land life has had its share of challenges and joys. But combined it makes for a rich life. So I’ll take a Cherry Limeade, please. Some sweetness, some tartness, and more than a little splash of interesting.
Fall is in the air, at least technically. So is a hurricane over at the homestead (Hello, Hurricane Matthew! Please make a sharp right turn and go blow yourself out over the middle of the Atlantic without hurting anyone else. Kthxbai.)
Although he isn’t going to preschool yet, Little Mister picked up a bug from someone and has very generously shared it with his brother. Poor Cap’n Wiggles – not even 5 months old yet and already on his second cold. Neither kid seems to feel especially poorly, but number 1 is more ornery than usual, and number 2 doesn’t sleep well (so by extension, neither do Charles and I), and both boys seem to be covered in mucus, and I’m pretty tired of the whole thing.
To compensate, I’m devouring things:
These are all making me pretty happy (underneath the constant tiredness), and to add to that, the knitting is picking up again. Things usually slow down in the summer, and with the Cap’n added to our family mix this year, my interest in yarn took such a nosedive over the last few months that I semi-seriously wondered for a bit if I would ever pick it up again.
Silly Kristen. So, a little back story here. Little Mister has a huge head. It’s been consistently above the 90th percentile for his age since he was born. And what with that and the fact that he was born in March, I’ve only made him three hats:
His welcome-to-the-world hat. Newborn size. Fit him for about a minute.
His Viking hat, which is pretty much perfect. Six month size.
And his hipster hat, which was too big when I made it and has therefore lasted a really long time. No idea what size.
The point is, he never needed a hat when his head was between the newborn and 6-month sizes, so I never made one. Thus there isn’t one to pass down to little brother.
So little brother needs his very own new hat to wear until he grows into the Viking hat. I knew what I wanted, and amazingly, it worked out exactly how I imagined.
Look what I made in the last couple days.
The hat, not the boy.
Isn’t it cute? It’s not a pattern; I made it up – a basic beanie shape with a slight trick at the top to make it pointy like a little elf hat. But I actually got the math worked out right and the thing fits! Also, no idea what the yarn is at the moment, but it’s thick and fluffy and is probably way too warm for our climate. Who cares? It’s adorable!
So, yeah, I’m unreasonably pleased with myself after this experiment, and the answer to the question of whether knitting would ever be back on the table is a definite yes.
School has started, so summer must be over. I’m glad about that; for a lot of reasons, September was welcome this year. We’ve had a few days recently that have even felt a little like fall here.
But before we trade in popsicles for jack-o-lanterns, there’s one last entry in the summer series to go. What’s the last interest I have a history of geeking out on? Why, Disney, of course!
Now, I’ll be the first to admit that my interest in Disney is nothing compared to a lot of people you can find on the Internet. But I could – once upon a time – sing every word to every song from Disney’s major animated releases from The Little Mermaid to Mulan and plenty from before then.
And you could, too, fellow Disney geek, so don’t pretend otherwise.
We all have our ways of expressing our love. Some people dress in costumes, some Disney-fy their normal wardrobe, some memorize the movies, some memorize the songs, some create their own works in response (see: WAY too many things on YouTube).
And some lucky stiffs get to go to the parks on a fairly regular basis.
One of the benefits of growing up in the Sunshine State and still having family there is that I have been to Disney World more than I probably should have – not that I’m complaining – enough that at one point, it got a little boring. (First world problem, I know.)
But it’s not boring any more!
A fantastic first trip for the boys. But it makes for a bit of a long day:
Bring on the Disney! It’s going to be fun to geek out in a whole new way.