Okay, so I think I mentioned before that I was planning on going back to school and getting a degree in the thing I’ve been doing for the past decade. You know, computering. Anyway, I started on that. It’s distance learning, or as I like to call it, No Pants School. I don’t officially start until November 1, but they sent me my books, and I want to learn all of the things, so I have been working on that instead of blogging.
The same day I got my books in the mail, I also got a lovely drawing of my family by Katy’s little girl, Meghan, and we got a post card from Shaun and Roseanna. It was a good mail day.
I had this plan where I was going to spend Derek’s morning nap getting a walk/jog in on the treadmill so that I could look like this again:
Remember when I could walk down the beach without the Vancouver Aquarium rushing to my aid and trying to roll me back into the ocean? Yeah, me neither. Luckily, it’s totally possible to pay a photographer to use angles and mirrors and photoshop and black voodoo magic to make you look more attractive than you are.
Anyway, so I was going to walk/run in the morning and shower and do house chores, and then during his afternoon nap, work on school. Only Baby Derek decided that was a stupid name, and he’d much rather be Toddler Derek. Complete with real live toddling.
And part of his transition to toddlerhood was going from 2 naps to 1, which is COMPLETELY UNFAIR THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN UNTIL AFTER HIS BIRTHDAY. I really need to teach him to read so that I can make him read the same web sites as me and then he will know when he is supposed to do things like walk and drop a nap (hint, wait til after we do that happy birthday song and cake routine).
My new plan is that I put him in his high chair with some toys for 10 minutes 3 times per day. He gets bored otherwise and then sad baby comes out, and I like to not see sad baby if I can help it. I am not about to review my stance on playing in the toilet (it’s a no, much to Derek’s eternal disappointment). The bathroom door stays closed except for when we’re in there. He doesn’t care if it’s awkward to stare at us while we pee. He’s alpha like that. Also, I don’t think I’ve brushed my teeth in the morning once in the past month without having to adopt the Captain Morgan stance with my foot on the toilet to hold the lid down while Derek yells at me and tries to lift the lid anyway. There is water in there, and he wants to PLAY.
We hosted a Thanksgiving dinner at our house two Sundays ago. Through the miracle of borrowing tables and buying things from the dollar store, we had enough room to seat 17 with a wine glass, a real plate, and a fork and knife for everyone. Thanksgiving Magic.
This happened too. OH NO NOT MY CLASSY DUTCH SALT SHAKER!!!
And then we all played the Bugs Bunny game until Owen got carpal tunnel. Good times.
Last Sunday, we went to Jodie & Kerry’s house for dinner. Jodie has a new little 2 month old niece. I cuddled. TINY BABY LOVE LOVE LOVE. Jodie also has wigs. This happened.
Nothing says good parenting like making your child look like Honey Boo Boo.
I really should blog more. When we lived in the UK, I used to type up my blog posts during my lunch break, so even if we had busy social times, I still was able to keep up. Now most of my computer time is spent with school. I do a lot of facebook and twitter on my phone, but it’s nearly impossible to type up a blog post on a phone. The other thing is now that we’re back in Vancouver, we don’t have a lot of photo opportunities by castles. I know, right? Get your act together, Vancouver. I am pretty sure everyone thinks I sit at home playing with blocks all day, which is kind of true, but I also do a lot of social stuff. Today, I went to Library story hour and then Aidan came over and hung out. Tomorrow I am going over to visit Kailey and Claire in the afternoon and help with a super secret project. Friday I am meeting Arlyn and Ellery for lunch and then probably seeing my friend Amanda. I think we made tentative plans. I will have to double check that one. Mike has drinks with a fancy pants director, so I need to make plans or I will be home alone like a big loser. And Saturday, I am going to Mayne Island for a weekend getaway.
Hopefully now my mom will stop emailing me to ask if I’m lonely.