It's been a long time

For a full explanation of the events of the last several weeks, please visit my other blog.

But here's this little tidbit of hilarious kid-ness. Noah was talking to me the other day as we were in the car running errands about his life as a grown-up. Apparently, he's growing dissatisfied with the fact that mommy and daddy are the boss and that there are a host of things for him that have to wait "until he's a grown-up." So he told me that when he's a grown-up, he's going to buy his own house. "Good idea, bud."

Noah: "Yeah, and when I buy my house, there's a lot of stuff I'm going to have to buy for it. Because a house is what you keep your stuff in." [see prior post discussing Noah's curiously about why people live in houses]

Me: "Like what?" [a couple of minutes into this conversation, I whipped out some paper and starting taking notes]

Noah: "Well, I'm gonna need a TV for grownups, so I can watch cartoons. And I should probably get another TV for the downstairs, too, for kids."

Me: "Oh yeah, your house is going to have a downstairs?"

Noah: "Yeah, an upstairs and a downstairs like our house in Minneapolis, not like our house in Charlotte. and I'm going to need a couch to sit on. And a refrigerator. And my very own big-boy bed. And I'm going to need a bike so I can take a bikeride all by myself because I'll be a grown-up and I won't have to ask you first. And I'm going to need to get some cables for my TV so it works right. [silence. he's thinking.] WAIT! I don't need cables! I'll just get satellite."

Me: "Anything else?"

Noah: "I'm gonna make sure my house has a guestroom if someone is staying for 5 days. And an attic, to put my extra stuff in."

Me: [laughing.] "Sure, that's a good idea. What else do you need?"

Noah: "Well, I'm going to have to put a garden in my yard so that when I run out of food I can just get it from the garden and I don't have to run stupid errands."

Me: [laughing harder] "Well that makes sense. Where are you going to buy this house?"

Noah: "I'm going to buy it by you and dad and Lukey. Not on the wiggily part of the street, just on the straight part. [thinking] No, you know what? I think I should buy the house next to yours."

Awwwww.

What a great Saturday night!

As the parents in the crowd will understand, we are ecstatic to have finally found a good group of babysitters. We have two go-to girls (both upcoming sophomores, so they'll be around for a couple more years) right here in the neighborhood who are smart AND responsible. Do you know how nice it is to come home to find that your toddler's diaper is on the right way and that it's obviously been changed at some point during your time away? Or what a relief it is to find the playroom has been cleaned and not looking like a tornado tore through? Seemingly not a big deal, sure, but we had so many nightmares in Charlotte that this is quite a treat for us.

Ruby (the boys' favorite) came over Saturday night because Matt and I were headed to the Avett Brothers' concert. They played as the Minnesota Zoo as part of the Zoo's summer concert series. It was a venue for only about 1300 people, and we were frankly concerned about whether there would be anyone else there besides us! We had no idea whether there was a following here in the upper midwest for this little bluegrass-esque band from the south. But there was! It was sold out, and everyone who was there was completely enthuastic. It broke our hearts when it ended -- Matt and I had such a fantastic time. I knew that their music helped me get through the past year -- it connects me to my family, it uplifts me and inspires me, and just makes me happy -- but I didn't realize it had meant so much to Matt, too. I learned this when commenting that we should have brought a poster to hold up or something, to which Matt replied, "but how can you bring a poster big enough to write 'hey, we're from NC too, but we had to move under depressing circumstances and thanks for getting me through the past year '?" Good point.


They're coming back to this neck of the woods in October, when they're playing in Madison, WI. Madison is supposed to be awesome, so we think we're gonna save our pennies and plan to go, and even to bring the boys. Noah loves the band, too, and we'll just do whatever we can to get Luke to make it through. There were actually several kids at this past concert, and they were dancing and having a great time. So, we'll just try to make it happen (that is, unless Grammie and Grandpa want to make a fall visit which would include a little time away for mom & dad...).

We took a video of them doing one of our favorites, "Go To Sleep," but I couldn't get it to upload. So I'm just going to link to a couple of their videos on YouTube. The first one is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. I cry when I listen to it alot, and I cried when they sang it at the concert (the first song of the encore). The next one is actually two of their songs, but it's awesome.

Small miracles

Tonight, after some mild emotionally heartbreaking news (nothing truly noteworthy, I'm just very fragile these days), we opted for a treat and went to Chipotle. A wonderful, gloriously yummy $25 splurge (we opted for the guac tonight AND two sodas, instead of splitting one). I am crazy proud to announce that Noah ate almost an entire chicken taco (with just cheese, but still). This is huge for us, because it means we can partake in this tasty treat with a tad less parental guilt. Usually, we prioritized our own Chipotle cravings over the nutritional intake of our babies, allowing them to feast on tortilla chips and chocolate milk boxes (it's organic milk, okay?) as their entire dinner. But tonight, we made just a tad bit of progress. We're so proud.

A 5 year old's questions

Gus has gotten a little bigger since we first brought him home. About 20 pounds bigger. The vet predicts he'll be 80 pounds full grown. The breeder told us 50 pounds. Damn it.

Every kid needs a slip 'n' slide, right? Thank you Cauwels Family!

Noah has always been a curious kid, but he's becoming more and more intrigued by the world around him. A few days ago, he overheard Matt & I discussing the unfortunate news that our Charlotte house apparently had termites. This prompted question after question: what are termites? what do they look like? where do they live? why don't they live in Minnesota? if it gets warmer in Minnesota, will the termites come here, too? etc., etc.

Today, though, I was totally impressed with the kid's thought processes. We were in the car and he asked, "Mom, what part of my body controls what I do?" I did my best at simplifying the mechanisms of the neurotransmitters in the brain. He thought it was awesome. "So, my brain makes my arm move when I want it to move? And my brain tells by body when I'm hot or cold? That is SO cool!"

A few hours later, he says, "Mom, why do humans live in houses?" I had to think about that one for a second, because it takes time to formulate a response that I think a) he will actually understand; and b) will actually satisfy his curiosity. We discussed humanity's need for shelter, on the biological side of things, and our need for a place to put all of our stuff, on the logistical side. Apparently, the latter really clicked for him. "Yeah! Where would I put all of my toys if I didn't have a house?!?"

So, while my 5 year old is anxiously attempting to discover the ways of the world, my almost-3 year old is steadfastly refusing to use the potty, give up the pacifier, or -- most recently -- walk. And so Noah asked Matt last night at bedtime, "Dad, why do you and mom always do everything Lukey wants, but you always tell me 'no'?" Holy crap, we're really bad parents.

I'm published

I know that I said in my last post that this blog would be about the kids, but I do have some mildly exciting news to share. A little story of mine got published on The Poor Chef website. You can read it here. Gotta start somewhere, right?

What is the point of this blog?

I have completely lost focus and motivation to keep this thing up. Why? Because I have no purpose. Seems that generally this is the just the way of having an ongoing conversation with those friends and family we don't get to hang out with like we used to. That's good enough, I suppose. But it bores me. Sigh.

Per the name of the thing, I suppose it should focus on my kids. But the fact is that my mothering has gotten so crappy during the past year that all I ever do is negotiate with my toddlers, but one of them isn't even a toddler anymore. I could say the title represents the parenting principle I aspire to, but that isn't true anymore either. I have come to the undeniable conclusion that I somehow gave birth to two very strong-willed children who are wholly and consistently unwilling to abide by my motherly demands and commands. I chose Matt as the father of my children with the intention that his "I don't give a shit/yeah, whatever/that's cool with me" attitude would prevail in our genetic intermingling. But how could it? By definition, my controlling, obsessive, "my-way-or-else" personality traits were surely going to trump. So, apparently, what we're left with is two kids who look exactly like Matt and act exactly like me. Damn -- on both counts. I mean, we all know I'm the cute one, right?

Well, I hereby declare the focus shall return to the kids and our ongoing negotiations. Tonight, for example, Matt and I ate dinner alone because our children summarily refused to join us. About twenty minutes after we'd finished up, Luke meandered in the kitchen and informed us he was hungry and wanted his dinner on the couch while he watched the Flinstones (the boys are big fans of the old school cartoons). Matt told him 'no.' He said 'yes.' Matt told him to ask his mother if it's ok. He looks at me and says, "Mommy? It ok I eat my dinder on da couch?" I opted to trade that privilege for a slobbery, giggly kiss. Totally worth it. (The dogs will clean up the mess anyway.)

Mary, Mary, quite contrary... how does your garden grow?

We have two of these raised beds. This one has heirloom tomatoes, red leaf lettuce, romaine, arugula, fennel, red cabbage and peppers. The one next to it (not pictured, because there aren't a lot of plants in it yet) has beets, more tomatoes, more peppers, onions, and room for other stuff. I'm thinking okra and more beets.
All of our plants are going to have an uphill battle of survival if this continues. If Gus disappears someday soon, this will be why...
This is the strawberry patch and rhubarb bush. On the other side of the fence, we have cantaloupe and raspberry bushes.
And here, behind the house, we have the herb garden. On either side of the herbs is a zucchini plant and a patty pan squash plant.

And here are just some other random pictures of the house and yard. We have spent the last four weekends (plus many weekday hours from me), working on the outside of the house and yard. We've made LOTS of changes since we've moved in. One of these days, we'll be having the house painted and getting some professional landscaping. But for now, this is good enough for us...