Strong will

So my son hates me. 

When I go to pick him up from preschool, or the social skills class, he screams at the sight of me, “NOOO!” and “Go AWAY, Mom!” and if he’s close enough he will push me.  And he’s pretty strong when he’s mad. 

He’s picked up some choice words too.  Oh yeah.  So not my fault, of course.  I was under the delusion that since he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t hear.  Or pick up on what I was saying.  Like the curse words.  The f-bombs. 

The other day, when he got frustrated at something, he said: “Hell.  F*cking Hell.”

Oh yeah.

I thought I had a few more years before this stage.  But here it is.

And then there is the constant needling of his sister, combined with the over-protectiveness: “She’s eating the toys again” and “LOOK at her!  Look at her!” and “No, Anjali, that’s MINE!”

All of this combined with her screaming her head off at the slightest touch, makes for a real fun time.

(Where’s that drink…?)


Change of plans

So yeah… at the house of Tortoise, we change our minds so frequently, I’m surprised we get anything done.  Definitely beginning to look like the house of Hare!! 

Remember this?  Well, now he wants a Pirate Birthday Party. 


A belated tag!

Compulsive Dreamer tagged me a while back and reminded me gently that I needed to get this done, so here it is!

First, the rules:
– Post the rules on your blog.
– Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
– Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
– Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

1. I am a Tintin freak.  I have collected Tintin stuff all my life, and then decorated my son’s room in Tintin colors, posters, statues, and even a painting I did myself.  Poor kid.  I am not looking forward to the day he tells me that all of this needs to go.
2. I love to read.  Anything.  My collection of books was increasing exponentially when my husband put his foot down after the last move, when he had to pack over 25 boxes of books.  Good thing we aren’t moving anytime soon, because while I have invested in a library card for myself and use it (really!), I haven’t curbed the book-buying when it comes to the kids’ collections!
3.  I am a hoarder.  I find it hard to let go of anything.  Examples: my burberry coat, bought for my first year of college.  Apparently I grew taller since then, because the sleeves are a little short, but I can’t get rid of it!  I recently wore a pair of sandals to a night out with my girlfriends…they loved them and asked where I got them so that they could buy them too, and I had to fess up and say that I bought them back in 1993.  Yes.  1993.  And they are in pristine condition.  I take very good care of my clothes and shoes!
4.  Which leads me to purses/bags.  I love bags.  (I can’t even let go of a good store bag-Marshall Fields, Tiffany, Harrods, The Tintin Store, a bag from the market in Istanbul, you get the idea!)  And I’ve tried to get my daughter interested in bags- I recently bought her a little straw bag for the summer.  She wanted nothing to do with it.  My heart broke into a million little pieces.
5.  I am very bad at keeping in touch with people.  I don’t know if this qualifies as a non-important quirk!  My friends are used to it though, and worry if I call them more than once in a couple months (“What’s wrong…are you okay?  Off your meds?” <kidding about the last one! > )
6.  I hate paying the bills.  And I used to be a Controller for a private REIT.  So the bills pile up until I get guilted into taking care of them.  A dear friend of ours told me his strategy for paying bills and now that is what I do: sit down at the computer (I bank online) with a glass of wine, turn on some great music, and pay the bills.  Everything’s fun with wine and music!

Now I tag: Ms. Cute Pants, Tamasha, Mad Momma, Pretty Blue Salwar, Dosamma, and Padmajav.  No pressure…really!

Bedtime routines

After bath and the ensuing pajama struggle (“Not the superman, the EINSTEINS”), we have to trot downstairs to get his milk.  Which he has to get out of the cupboard himself.  I pour it into a sippy cup (yet to break him of this habit at night!), add 1 tablespoon of oh-so-yummy fish oil, shake it up, and then hand it over to him.  In the meantime, he has run back and forth between the garbage and recycling bins, trying to decide which one to put the empty milk bottle in (“This is recycling…no, THIS is recycling”).  Then we let the dogs out and back in for the night, turn off the lights, run upstairs (well, I run, he takes his own sweet time), and then into my bathroom so that I can take my lenses out (“What are those, mom?  You tell me, Nik.  Contacts!”).  Then over to his room, where he gets into bed, I turn off the light, climb in with him, he drinks his milk, hands me the empty cup (“All done, mom?”), I place it on the top of his headboard, we say “I love you, Nikky (“I love you, mommy”) Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, sweet dreams” to each other, he talks over his day to himself, tosses and turns, climbs over me to get from one side to another, then back again, sits up, looks out the window (“Its a dog, mama! Yes, a dog is barking, now go to sleep!”), lies back down, repeat, and then finally, after threats of my leaving the room, he finally falls asleep.  I wait a few minutes, and if I don’t fall asleep myself, I crawl out of his bed, and go off to do whatever.

After bath, its pajamas, “Go give Nikky a goodnight kiss,” which she does right away, then back to her room, hands me her blankies and assorted animals to toss into the crib, lifts her arms up for me to get her into the crib, lies down, sucks her thumb, I put a couple of the blankies over her, turn on her music box, flip up the carpet at the door, turn off the light, say goodnight, and close the door.


Nature Boy

I read this today, and I thought of Nik:

“There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
“the greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return””

Words by Eden Ahbez, sung by Nat King Cole.