thursdays_child: (9th Doctor: Could Be a Little Insane)
( Jun. 14th, 2009 11:42 am)
Trying to write a paper with two little monkeys running around screeching constantly, is incredibly difficult.

If I can clear enough brain cells out to actually keep writing this thing, I will include this in the 'challenges to completing graduate study'.
thursdays_child: (Owl: Frazzled)
( Jun. 9th, 2009 08:12 am)
First thing this morning. BA BOOM! CRASH! House shaking. Bright light flashing.

HUGE thunderstorm over the region came literally, RIGHT OVER THE HOUSE.


The house was shaking so hard.

Poor Vic was petrified to run out to the bus but he did do it, skipping down the drive in his little raincoat.

Julien hasn't budged on the other hand because he wouldn't freaking go to sleep last night.

We had a home visitor here for Vic and he just got ... hyper.

He finally crashed sometime around 3 I think.

Needless to say, I'm a little crispy around the edges, especially in the wake of yesterday's tummy problems.

Time to go to work though.

It's all toast and stuff for me today.
thursdays_child: (Vic: Goofy)
( Dec. 19th, 2008 08:32 am)
The truth about Victor, in the end, is that he is so much mine.

My boy )

Lyrics: So Much Mine, The Story )
Two weeks ago, I bought a set of metal hooks to put up in our bathroom to hold towels, since our towel bar just refuses to stay attached to the wall. It's old, it's crotchety and I don't like the way it looks anyway, so i took the whole thing down and bought these nice stainless steel hooks to put up.

I got everything ready, went to put the mollies into the wall and promptly started bending them with the hammer, so I desisted and pondered drilling bigger holes. It was time for dinner, so I put the tools away but left the bag of screws and mollies that came with the hook set on the side of the sink. (Dumb, I know).

Later, I went back to finish up the job and found that the baggie was gone. Either Julien had taken them or Victor and I couldn't find them anywhere in the bathroom. I let out a yell of frustration and sat down on the toilet and cried a little, because I didn't have any other screws that were the right size to go through the holes in the hooks. Victor came in to give me a hug and find out what was going on and I told him. We didn't find the screws that day though.

Just now, Vic comes up to me, beaming happily. "Mommy! I found the screws! They were in the duck the /whole/ time." Blinking in surprise, I looked up from my work and held my hand out and sure enough he put the bag of screws that goes with the hooks in my hand. "The duck? What duck?" We do have a duckie bath mat and some duckie towels but no ceramic duck decor or anything like that. "The duck in the bathroom! I'll show you!" Puzzled, I waited for him to come back. Shortly he turned up with an empty box of toddler wipes. There's a duck on the label.

I laughed so hard. "They were in the duck the whole time." Vic laughed too and I gave him a big hug and said 'thank you'. Those hooks will be going up /tonight/ gosh darnit.
thursdays_child: (Vic: Smile)
( Dec. 18th, 2008 03:49 pm)
I stepped out into the chilly, but not cold air, pulling on my coat to meet Victor at the steps as he came charging off the bus. "Back up a step! Back up a step!" he asked and patiently I backed up one to wait for him to come up the driveway. He told me about his day a little as he walked, then we stopped to empty the mailbox which was quite full.

As I pulled out coupon mailers and other junk, two red envelopes slipped out and I couldn't help the little grin that crossed my face. My grandmother always sends a little something by mail for us every year and there were the kids' cards today, each one with their names and the address typed on Gram's old typewriter. Gram was a secretary for twenty-five years, starting work when my grandfather divorced her when she was 60 and 'retiring' when she was 85. She still worked part-time sometimes, or went in to help out until about two years ago when she was 86.

Gram just had major surgery in October to remove an ovarian cyst and my mother took a leave of absence to take care of her. She's had some ups and downs since, though she is by and large recovered and just as chipper and feisty as ever. Still, I wasn't sure if she'd feel up to cards this year, so it's a happy thing to find those bright, holiday envelopes in the mail.

I opened Vic's for him and we sat and read the card and I told him all about who it was from. His face lit up with a smile for the nice words inside and for the green bill that meant he could go over to the store to pick out whatever he wanted.

Another chilly walk across the back yard and the parking lot and we stepped into CVS, walked down the glittering holiday aisle, stuffed full of cheap gifts, candy and seasonal decor. Vic didn't even hesitate and went straight for the remote controlled cars that he's been ogling for the last few weeks since they were put out on display. He picked out a shiny red one, of course and hugged the box to his chest, looking up at me with rosy cheeks and gleaming eyes.

A short trip around through other aisles led to a chocolate bar joining the car and I picked up some snacks and some more milk to re-plenish our dwindling supply. At the counter, Victor proudly stacked his purchases up on the counter and held his twenty out to the lady. "This is my money from my Nana!" he said loudly and beamed up at her. She talked to him about what he was buying and counted out his change carefully so he'd know how much it was. "I'm going to /save/ that," he said with a big shit-eating grin and couldn't help but laugh as I nodded. "Good idea to save up for something else." He's got a date with his piggy bank later to put that change away.

In the meantime, he's sitting on the floor with his car in his lap, still in the box until his dad gets home to help him put it together. Me, I'm enjoying chocolate with my feet up and hoping we get to drive up to see Nana so we can say thank you in person.
thursdays_child: (Dragon)
( Oct. 11th, 2008 11:54 am)
Still tired out from the travel. Had some good sleep the past few days, but yeah with the still tired. It's a nice day out, the boys are running around like hooligans. I think I might get dressed, toss some clothes on the kids and head to the park for a bit, or go out in the garden and dig up some weeds and prep things for autumn/winter.
I'm sitting in our living room at the little table I've set up as a temporary desk. The sun's dappling the kitchen through the leaves of the trees of the house next door and a fresh, cool breeze is wafting through the windows. The sky out of the picture window is clear blue with puffy white clouds and there's more sunlight drifting through the branches of the dogwood in my front yard.

There's a crow cawing in one of the taller trees nearby, probably one of the pines that lines the fence between here and the shopping center parking lot on the other side of the house.
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