Back to the Mousehouse

We got back on the Disney bandwagon last Sunday after three weekends off (between sickness and vacation). It was a homecoming, of sorts. Henry’s birthday celebration, hip hurray! His only request was riding Test Track FIRST (with no fast pass, unfortunately) so we got up and moving as soon as possible to hit Epcot bright and early.

It was a 75 minute wait (we do NOT do those waits, usually) but he still would not be dissuaded so in the line we stood, and it was fine and he loved the ride. I don’t really get the draw of it, except for boys and their car designing. The kids like to see who can design the highest scoring car. This round, Henry won 204 to 203, or something along those lines.

  

We took the monorail over to MK and rode a few things, stood in a few lines and had our packed lunch in Tomorrowland. I had set up FP+ for Peter Pan, Thunder Mountain and Splash Mountain, and we also rode the Peoplemover (still one of the favorite rides), Buzz Lightyear, Thunder Mountain a second time and did Mickey’s Philharmagic. We did the Pirate’s Adventures for the first time too, which is where you get a pirate map and have to find symbols around Adventureland.

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All in all, it was a good re-entry into Disney weekends. We had dinner off-campus at Cracker Barrel with its many carbs galore and there was much sleeping on the way home. This weekend we’re hopefully hitting Hollywood Studios because we haven’t been since the Frozen stuff started, and it’s only got a couple more weekends left. I remember last year we went on Labor Day and there was NO ONE THERE so I’m hoping that happens again this year around right now. That would be magnificent.

First days

Tuesday was Spencer’s first day of first grade.

He was a tad excited.

I think he was also a little nervous, but he was so good when we took him in with his four bags of classroom supplies and when I picked him up from aftercare I asked him how his day was.

“Oh, it was grrrreat.” Further discussion involved PE (kindergarten doesn’t have organized PE, just teacher-led play) – basketball and hula hoops, and how his teacher gave a piece of candy to all the kids who had been good all day (some sort of cinnamon ball) (sidenote – why do people give other people’s children candy? This bothers me a little, but not enough to be a squeaky wheel).

He had no homework so I had him do a journal entry and read (he’s reading some book about a villain who matriculates as a fourth grader to take over the school … I don’t even know, but at least he can tell me what he’s reading about) and he picked dinner – homemade blueberry waffles, eggs and maple sausage.

He asked me if I was going to walk him into school for every first day.

As many years as I can, dude. Will you let me walk you in for your first day of 11^th grade?

Years gone by

I'm not good at these mushy Dear Baby posts. But on the fourth anniversary of the day Henry came into existence, I'm feeling a wee bit sentimental. Such a personality. So shy and yet so forceful. He's becoming such an absolute JOY.

first birthday party

two - cars bike!

three - minion invasion

four!

There was some time passing and we did stuff

So, Internet. It’s been awhile. I wish I could at least say that I’ve been keeping up on your lives, but I haven’t. There are 204 items simmering in my blog feed, but I thought I might possibly post myself before getting through them. It’s a bad week to promise myself I would comment more, right? Oh well, slowly and surely.

We went to Colorado. It was lovely and glorious and I was “on vacation” for nine days. I bookended that vacation with pretty icky illnesses – a stomach bug that lasted the majority of the trip on one side and strep on the other, but the middle portion was great fun. We saw Estes Park, Breckenridge, Cave of the Winds, Garden of the Gods, Manitou Springs, and Cripple Creek. We saw a production of Guys and Dolls, took a train through the old gold mines, hit a farmer’s market, went to a bunch of breweries and saw a crap ton of wildlife (by metric ounce) – deer, elk, a bear, prairie dogs, hummingbirds, jays, llamas, alpacas.

I have no more words for my vacation post, except to mourn its passing. It was time to come home. We had a good time.

(The Stanley - C's one need to see)

(Breckenridge)

Books I Read: July

I'm just going to go ahead and put this out there since I'm unlikely to get any reading done today anyhow. I didn't read much in July, but looking back at past years I apparently don't read much in July anyhow. The last two books on my list I didn't finish and will, but they were already on my list so I left them there.

41. Storm Born - Richelle Mead (I am a reading prude, this was my least favorite series. So. Much. Sex.)

42. Gameboard of the Gods - Richelle Mead

new:

41. Orphan Train - Christina Baker Kline much easier reading than I expected. Good! I liked it! I didn’t love-it-couldn’t-live-without-it-wait-for-6-months-for-it-to-come-to-me-from-the-library, but it was good.

42. A Homemade Life - Molly Wizenberg Also good. I’m not a vignette-memoir style reader much, but it was very well written and I copied nearly half the recipes before taking it back to the library – they all sound amazing.

43. The Ocean at the End of the Lane - Neil Gaiman I listened to this, and his voice is just so adorable. I loved it so much, I loved the story and the only thing I DIDN’T love was that there was a part where there’s a “worm” that goes up into his heel (it’s actually a big part of the story) and that just grossed me out more than anything. Blech.

44. The Immortal Crown - Richelle Mead I wasn’t enamored with the first in the series (Gameboard, which I reread because I couldn’t even remember the storyline) but I thought this was fabulous. So different from her others, so complex, and truly with a storyline that I could not have come up with. Excellent.

45. The Book of Life - Deborah Harkness Oh, Deborah. I neglected sleep and my family to finish this book. It was so so so so good, and such a satisfying third book.

46. Landline - Rainbow Rowell I started the audio on this, and I didn’t love the voice. So I’m waiting for the actual book from the library.

47. The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss I started this too late in my ebook borrowing time and didn’t get very far. I’m not so excited about it that I will re-up it. But I probably will. I don’t know. I read 70 pages of 699. It was slow to start so I think something exciting is getting ready to happen. I’ll reborrow it.

Anxiety bites, yo.

So my anxiety. It has been bad lately. I don’t even know how to properly explain it, and I have felt bad about how bad I’ve felt because I always acknowledge in my rational brain how much harder other people have things and how bad other people’s anxiety and depression (I’m not depressed) and etc etc etc is … well, it feels impossible justifying my own anxiety.

But it’s been bad, to the point of lots of crying, lots of snapping at people who love me, lots of hiding in my bedroom with a book, lots of sleeping during non-sleeping hours. One time of accidentally taking too much anxiety medicine and WOAH that was a crazy day that I’ll never repeat.

Last night/today I had a minor light bulb moment in realizing where some of my anxiety stems from. Vacation. Vacations are supposed to be relaxing and exciting, right? Well, I’m not in charge in any form of this vacation that I decided to take us on six months ago. I have nothing to do with where we’re staying or what we’re doing when we get there and last night after realizing that we don’t even have hotel rooms for the last night (this says nothing about the middle part of our trip, for which the logistics of sleeping are still up in the air and I’m twitchy writing that) that we are in charge of setting. No! Hotel! So I got C to set that up after 90 minutes of comparing every hotel within 30 minutes of the airport and ending up at the first one we looked at, and I am mildly relieved, but also I finally explained that I was having a mild heart attack about the middle portion still being up in the air so he’s supposed to be talking to his dad about that today.

So. Yay? I’m hoping all this means I can breathe a little, but considering I can tangibly FEEL my anxiety ramping up right now, I doubt it.

In news about trying to work on myself and getting excited about the trip, I’m going to do some planning on my own and some lists of what to pack, and I’m going to start deep cleaning the house. Yesterday I meal planned through next Tuesday before we leave and did all the grocery  shopping, so that’s one less thing, and I’m working on getting all my work done so I don’t feel like I’m going to drown when I get back to my desk. And at some point I’m just going to have to let go. That will help, right?

Where is the time going?

Well, I rocked “fun parent” status on Saturday, with trips to both the splash park and Chuck E Cheese (the latter being at 2pm on a Saturday, take THAT, sanity). We also had lunch at McD’s with my sister who managed to be … well, fine actually. It was a good visit and I haven’t seen her in at least a year and a half due to her guano craziness. But it was fine. I even met her equally nutso boyfriend that she curses about on facebook incessantly, and he was perfectly respectful (also respectfully declined coming with us to lunch, which I appreciated). We also saw my mom and bought pjs for Henry and shoes for Spencer … look, shoes for Spencer were not on the list but he kept insisting on wearing these sandals where the soles had split and the insides were coming out and I had had it. So I bought him new sandals (even though he had perfectly good other sandals at home) and had the cashier throw those old ones away. Done and done.

I don’t know how it’s already Wednesday and I feel like there’s so much to say but if I wait to split posts, will it ever get said? I might should probably bullet this. Will I? Jury’s out.

Yesterday Spencer got in trouble at summer daycare, and it was a stupid little thing – he and a friend were “throwing cars” (in quotations because he said they were just doing cool tricks but I informed him that if the car leaves the safety of your hand, it’s now being thrown) and she told him to stop so he doesn’t hurt the other kids and he wouldn’t. It’s a small thing, but it’s a nearly every day thing with him there. Spencer has been there since he was 6 months old, and he was SUCH AN EASY CHILD that now that he’s school age with opinions and attitude, she doesn’t quite know what to do with him. So anyhow, it was a small thing but it was the proverbial straw on the camel’s back so he got in relatively big trouble. No kindle, no Wii games, no watching daddy play computer games, no tv before bed. Nothing F.U.N. or S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

So there was crying but then he got over it and we did our grocery shopping. When we shop and they are good, we stop at the bakery for cookies. Always. It doesn’t matter if it’s 30 minutes till dinner, whatever. The only times they don’t is if we’re running in for just a couple things or if they have not been good directly before grocery trip (in which case it’s usually both of them). But this time … well, you know where this is going right? Henry got his cookie. Spencer did not.

Honestly, I was kind of proud of Spencer and how he handled his extreme disappointment. And he was extremely disappointed. He stood there, head hung low, eyes watching Henry eat his sprinkle cookie, and just quietly cried. No tantrum, no crazy indignation. He knew he was being punished, and that maybe he kind of deserved it. He was upset for quite a while, but he finally got over it and moved on with his evening. This happened again at bedtime when he realized (apparently he forgot) that he would miss his show he again did the pitiful silent cry while he read instead of enjoying Tumble Leaf.

“Mom, Tita is never going to tell you anything ever again.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m never going to do it again.”

Yeah, we’ll see. Anyhow, so hopefully he learned his lesson and can get things together so it can be a happy time at daycare.