Sunday, March 08, 2009

While I boil water and get sheets

Perhaps it's the Northern California summer weather that's made this weekend seem so wonderfully long despite it only being 47 hours long.

But I think that it has as much to do with the company I've kept this weekend, starting with the arrival of Mama's mom on Friday night, which was followed up with brunch on Saturday with Steve and Larry and a visit today from Mr. and Mrs. Books & Crackers.

Or perhaps it was the hour and a half that I spent waiting at Jiffy Lube today, after which I drove home, realizing that they washed every window except the windshield. Then again, I didn't have this to clean up, so thank goodness for small mercies.

I did miss a few things, like 3B's first Purim celebration, which was the Purim festival on Friday, which he went to with Mama, dressed up as a king. Although 3B had a blast in the super cool tunic that Mama made for him, complete with shiny, happy jewels, the festival doesn't bode well for our careers as school parents. We were up until past midnight on Thursday night--Mama sewing those jewels onto 3B's tunic, me cutting a crown out of a cereal box and wrapping it in tin foil.

The shiny, happy tunic was awesome. The crown...well, you could see the creases from the box atop 3B's forehead, but at least the tin foil didn't peel off, revealing the Puffins logo underneath--but only thanks to half a roll of tape on the back of the crown.

King for a day

Although it looks like 3B is enjoying a bite of food here, Mama reports that he didn't eat a bite of the food. Just part of life with a two-year-old's skepticism--which also explains the looks on his face, I think.

The other item I missed was 3B's first major bike (ok...trike) crash, which resulted in a pretty well skinned knee. He was riding circles around Mama--way to pick on the pregnant lady, kid--and pulled the corner too tight and flipped off the side onto his knee. Fortunately, they were out on the cul-de-sac near our parking lot, so Mama retrieved a cute band aid from our car boo-boo kit and all was well in a few minutes.

I missed this because I was upstairs, waiting for our dinner to be delivered. Yeah, it's just been that kind of week. OK, few weeks. OK, months? But hey, we're making a baby here, people. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it. To my credit, I did go shopping briefly last week, and I placed a full Peapod order as well. Where did all the food go? I don't know, but I'm thinking Barky's crate may have a false bottom.

God forbid we ate it all because then I couldn't claim that my expanding bottom is false.

Some food that I did unfortunately miss was the hamantaschen that Mama and Mrs. Books and Crackers. But we all did, because after paying over $200 for Sears to replace our oven igniter three weeks ago, it went out again today. So, while I was at Jiffy Lube, I got to spend over half an hour on hold with Sears (non) customer service trying to get an appointment this week, only to have to finally hang up and call back.

I stayed calm by walking around outside in the beautiful weather and remembering how relaxing and energizing brunch with Steve and Larry was and that Mama wasn't at home alone with 3B, that she had her mom there to help her. It is true that it takes a village, and I was glad to have one around our house this weekend, and also to get confirmation that part of this weekend's village will be moving in a mile from Casa Bradstein by the end of this year.

Maybe they'll move in on that weekend when we get our hour back, although I'm not sure if we'll be able to help...after all, we're having a baby here, people.

And by "we're having a baby," I of course mean "Mama's doing all the work while I boil water and get sheets."

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  1. Anonymous3:37 PM

    Who wouldn't love a holiday that includes dressing up like a king, hamantaschen, and noisemakers?

    I think that crown rocks, actually.

  2. Thanks. I wanted something more Seussian, but there's only so much cardboard in a cereal box and so many minutes before I fell asleep at the table with scissors in my hand.

    And yes, we're still rocking the noisemakers.