faboo mama

I’m holding Alton as he drools all over my hand.

Random thoughts of mine right now…

*I’m so digging the new comment thingy at DailyKos and wish we had it at Mother’s Talkers and Street Prophets

*I wish the dkos ff extension worked here too. I’m going to email the guy tomorrow to see if he’d just make one for all sites under the KM umbrella.

*The vicodin is wearing off, but I’m thinking of popping another to avoid doing work. Horrible, but I have an evening of templatemaking, invoicing and graphic design ahead of me. I also need to come up with a system of tracking our sites that my numbnuts DH can understand AND use.

*I hate our biggest clients’ biggest client. They find the dumbest things to complain about in our final work, usually contradicting themselves. What’s pissing me off the most is that they’ll send us corrections on something they’ve had for weeks, and it becomes a rush job because they never bothered to check it when they got it and the city rejected it. The plus side is that they’re doing it to everypne and everyone seems to be annoyed with them.

*We saw a live/work building for sale that we may make an offer on. Just waiting to see the place and get our architect’s viewpoint and an answer from the city on all 4 of us living there. If our offer’s accepted, we’re thinking of opening an art gallery in the store front, most likely showing furnitue and architecture designs (my hobby). That seems like it would be fun to do. I just wonder how many of our “friends” who are artists will all of a sudden start calling us again. Assholes.

*I’m finally making some progess on the YearlyKos stuff. For too long, vendors have been ignoring my emails and phone calls or returning weeks or months later. There must be something in my tone because now I’m getting my messages returned the same day!

That’s about it…

It’s started.

When I woke Ilia up this morning to go to school, she wanted to sleep. It’s like we skipped 13 years and went straight to “five more minutes”. My goodness, getting her up was like trying to rouse the dead. And she slept well last night, almost 10 hours of sleep. There was no stalling at all. I tucked her in and that was all we heard from her. They must have really worn her out at the school.

Anyway, by the time she was dressed she was ready to go, so at least she really does like it there. The whole drive over to the school she talked about all the things she wanted to do today. I’m so pleased she’s happy.

My baby is fat. No really, he’s gigantic for a 3 mos. old and when you consider that he’s a preemie, the mind boggles. We finally got around to taking him in for his 2 mos. check up yesterday. I knew that the kid was growing when he started wearing 6 - 9 mos. clothes at 2.5 mos., but I had no idea. I did the silly way of weighing him by getting on the scale with him and subtracting the number of how much I weigh by myself. Got 16lbs. Confirmed by the Dr. yesterday, Mr. Alton is 16lbs. 11oz. He’s more than doubled his birthweight in the first 3 mos. of life. He’s also 26.5 inches long now. The Dr. joked that he’s right on target…for a 5 month old.

So I’m sitting here with tons of clothes saved from Ilia that he’ll never fit, not to mention all the stuff we bought or received that he’s quickly outgrowing. I can actually open my own kid store with all the clothes we have over here.

And it’s only the first day. After 7 months of searching for a local preschool that has space, is affordable and offers the academics and fun we’d like, we finally chose one for Miss Ilia. Tuesday I went in to make my deposit and this morning I deposited my first born.

Ilia’s been home with us from the beginning. We’ve left her with babysitters 4 times in the last 34 months. She has always attended parties with us and when we go out to a club or bar, one of usually stays home. So this break was probably a bigger deal to us than it was to her. After all, the main reason we never leave her with anyone is that my husband is suspicious or doubtful of anyone else’s skills. It doesn’t help that most of our friends have proven themselves flakes in 20 minutes of “watching” her.

This morning I woke up at 7:30 to the cooing sounds of the baby boy and rolled over to find Miss Ilia wedged beneath me. How long has she been there? I got up to change Mister’s diaper with a nagging in my head that I should be doing something. In the middle of the diaper change, “D’oh! Ilia’s supposed to go to school today!” I don’t think there’s a better alarm clock. She sprang out of bed, “Ilia go to school with the kids?” I nodded.

“Yay, Ilia! I go to school today!” She screamed while she did her weird Running Man/Axel Rose dance. I bathed her and let her pick out her clothes. We decided on a hairstyle and which tennis shoes to wear. Dressed and ready to go, my husband decided he had to see his little girl off to school.

Now you have to understand something about my husband. He takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R to get ready. I huffed and puffed while he primped and preened. I asked him why he needed to go. “My daughter is going away for a full day and you don’t want me to go?” It’s just that if you say that you want to leave by 8 and he thinks that’s too early, he won’t get ready until 9-ish. I let my impatience show on my face. He promised to hurry. Miss Ilia was running around the house, “I’m ready! Are you ready? Let’s go!!!” 20 minutes later, the hubby was done and didn’t look all that different. All 4 of us headed out. Ilia could barely contain herself and chattered the whole 5 min. drive to the school. My husband was in nostalgia mode (the school is 3 doors down from the apt. he lived in when he first came to America) and driving me bonkers.

When we walked into the school, my little girl approached the 4 other little girls there and introduced herself and shook each one of their hands. I was so proud of her and right then and there I knew that she would be alright. Unfortunately, it’s my husband who’s having problems adjusting. Every 5 - 10 min. for the last 3 hours, he asks, “Is it time to pick her up yet?”

UPDATE: Well, we went to pick her up and judging by my husband’s reaction, you would have thought that she had been away for a few years. She came up to us and hugged us, then the teacher gave us her artwork for the day. DH had to take pics of each piece of artwork, Ilia holding each piece of artwork, Ilia and me with them, Ilia and each teacher, etc…I wanted to strangle him. He kept saying, “You’re being mean! How many times do I get to capture my firstborn’s first day of school?” Ummm, how about the next 16 years? What a dork he is. (I’ll post pics once I can figure out what’s wrong with my network or get access to the other computer.)

The teacher said she was awesome; helpful and listened to directions. They even got her to nap! The best part was putting her to bed last night. Usually, she fights and stalls and winds up crashing out around 1:30am. I put her in bed at 11pm and didn’t hear a peep from her. This morning, I went in at 9am and she was still out, though she didn’t want to get up. Second day of her school career and she was already begging to sleep a little longer.