An evening...

"Hey Genevieve, look grouchy!"




Imogen leaving school on Open House night.




Sunset.

Digital dog tragedy

For Genevieve's birthday she got Nintendogs. It's a cute game. The first dog we bought, a chihuahua named Lulu, ended up being my dog because I'm the one who trained her and the voice recognition software is a little picky. You earn money by taking your dogs to different doggie competitions. You can feed them, bathe them, train them, take them for walks (be sure to pick up the pixilated doggie droppings), give them treats and even dress them up. (Lulu had a pirate hat on yesterday.)

Soon we had enough money for a second dog, which got to be Genevieve's of course, since it was her game. She chose a German Shepherd and named her Maggie. I soon got very bored with the game because Lulu is stupid. She would do all her tricks at home and as soon as I entered her into an obediance competition, she would just sit there and blink at me. Digital dogs are SO annoying (you can't mistreat your dog- even if you starve them, they just run away). Imogen bought a cocker spaniel named Gavin and all was well in the world. The girls would sit together hunched over the game training their dogs so happily that I would forget they were playing and let them go on for ages.

Then tragedy struck. This morning Genevieve rushed to my room in gasping sobs. "I-I-I... accidentally... I... aaaaccidentally..." etc. She accidentally bought a husky. She spend all our money, which we need in order to feed all the dogs, and somehow, Maggie was gone. She spent the appropriate amount of time grieving (about ten minutes) and then moved on, training the new puppy, Toby. Part of me wondered, while I was comforting a hysterical Genevieve, if it's actually healthy for a child to get that attached to something that's not alive, not real. But then again, Genevieve believes the proper response to most situations is crying, so I can't get too worked up about seeing tears, yet again.

Genevieve's birthday

Who are these children, and can I keep them?

My children have been almost angelic today. They have the week off of school so they were here with me all day, which is normally a disaster when I'm busy with homework and can not get them out of the house. But they've played quietly while I was occupied. They barely fought. And I actually witnessed a real live negotiation about a disagreement that did not include screaming, crying, foot stomping, hitting, kicking, biting, hair pulling, threats, frantic gasps for breath or the words "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" (Yes, at the age of six, Genevieve has literally said those words to me.)

We did nothing special today, but it felt special anyway. It was pleasant to simply be at home, having fun (them), and accomplishing something in peace (me). I'm sure tomorrow it'll be business as usual, but oh well.

School days

First signs of fall. If the girls have time to kill in the mornings, they often ask if they can go outside and look for leaves.



Genevieve's backpack. She brings this stuff to school with her. You can't see it but the Easter egg halves have faces drawn on them. They are a family of two parents and two children.

Spooky

Around here, all games have names. And the game the girls love to play with Jeremy is "spooky". You turn off all the lights in the house, Jeremy hides, and then the girls look for him in the dark. Right as they are about to find him, he jumps out yelling at the top of his lungs and they scream bloody murder. It's great fun. They beg him to play it. The funny thing is, I remember playing this same game with my father, but I don't remember introducing it to my own children. Is this one of those universal games all (or at least many) children like to play with their fathers? What's so fun about being terrified over and over anyway? It's like watching a horror movie, I suppose.

Either way, it's one of the few (only?) times that it's fun to hear your children scream.

Shopping

In the car after school on Friday, Imogen and I were discussing the need to buy a gift for her classmate's birthday party. I could tell we were going to run into problems.

"I'll just go and buy it later," I said.

"Why," she asked.

"Because, I can tell you and I are going to have disagreements and I'd rather not deal with it," I said.

"Don't worry, mommy," she said. "I have it under control." As I started to laugh at this, she added, "It won't turn into a hullabaloo."


hul·la·ba·loo –noun. a clamorous noise or disturbance; uproar.

Labor day weekend

Karen and Martin and family came down and we had a cookout. The girls went swimming and were fairly wiped out at the end of the day. Just before we left, they were playing catch with Rachel, Laura, Sarah and Jeremy. While I watched absentmindedly, Genevieve managed to get hit the head with the ball no less than three times. The last time, she managed to catch it after it bounced off her forehead.

The one time a day my children are angelic

See the wall behind Genevieve? I spent a Saturday when they weren't here painting that room. The very next day they started scratching the paint off the wall. They've scratched "drawings" into the paint (smiley faces, etc), drawn on the wall with crayons, markers pens, pencils, and various bathroom products (like some diaper rash ointment we still have from baby days). There are green hand prints on the wall that I think were made with watercolors.

I'm so glad my children are creative. (Do you know how much paper we have around here?)

Aww!

After School 3

They had Dr. Pepper at Walmart for only $2.19 per 12 pack! *gasp*

Just before sunrise

After School 2

The girls eat a snack and lunch at school, yet they still come home convinced they are on the verge of starvation.


I love new art supplies.

Before School

Sometimes it's fun to have many of a particular toy.

By some miracle we've been getting ready with enough time each morning for the girls to actually sit down and play for ten minutes or so before leaving, and that's with leaving earlier this year because we're carpooling with another family. We'll see if that keeps up next week after I start school.

After School

"Art" is in the eye of the beholder

Many Words

Imogen certainly doesn't mind a monologue, especially when it's coming out of her mouth. We've been playing alot of tetris on the DS lately and I guess it's been on her mind. As Jeremy was trying to fix something on my computer, I got bored watching him and picked it up and began to play. Imogen proceeded to tell me all about her own personal philosophies and strategies regarding tetris (she's never made it past level 5... I've beaten it at level 20). I let her rattle on, completely amused at just how boring it was to listen to her describe where she likes to put various pieces in various situations. I was wondering just how long she would go on when Jeremy finally snapped and said "I think mommy knows all about tetris!" I started laughing hysterically.

I'm often able to tune Imogen out. I know it sounds heartless, but she does feel the need to speak a lot and does not require the most devout listener. I feel it's kinder to let her talk to me than to tell her to be quiet. Often I will suddenly realize she has been talking to me for a while. I'm very willing to have a two way conversation with her, but she needs to get my attention first, which I think she realizes.

Genevieve on the other hand wants to know that you heard her and is perfectly willing to repeat herself as often as necessary to get a response.

"Do you think that if I don't say something, I didn't hear you?" I asked tonight after she repeated herself three times in rapid succession.

"I dunno," she said, completely unconcerned either way.

Oh and Imogen has a strange insect fascination. She recently bought a book at Barnes and Noble about insects. Last night she was flipping through it and came to a page with some kind of velvet ant or something.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" she said.

"Oh?" I said, "Are you going to be a bug-ologist?"

"What?" she said.

"A scientist who studies bugs," I said.

"Yes. Or an artist who paints bugs," she said.

I guess everyone has their thing.

Yum yum

My dogs and I have a disagreement. To them, if it's left unattended, then it's fair game. To me, the floor is theirs, the table is off limits. Zeus knows well enough to stay off the table unless it's really reeeeally unattended, because getting caught is unpleasant. Monster is more clueless, as always. We try not to leave food laying around but things get overlooked. In this case, what got overlooked was a tub of margarine Joseph had brought to the table and left there for Monster to find. Zeus can eat things carefully, but Monster, having a rather flat and furry face, must smoosh his face into whatever he is eating and consequently, you always know what he's been into. And you can't see it very well from the picture but his face was covered in margarine. I had just bathed him the day before, too. This dog has already had more baths since coming here than Zeus has had in the three years we've had him.

Imogen's latest hair adventure

This is not the first time Imogen has gotten an unplanned haircut because of some disaster. This was the first time it involved this goopy slime stuff that I couldn't get out of her hair, which necessitated in my cutting a large chunk off on one side. She looks cuter with short hair anyway.

Fun at the Zoo

We went to the zoo a couple weeks ago. I, being in the midst of raging allergy season, was perfectly miserable the whole time. I did manage to stop sneezing long enough to shoot a couple pictures.

Fair, to the last crumb

The fair thing has gotten totally out of hand. Today alone, this is what I've heard:

"Can you get me a cup for my cherries, because Imogen had a cup and that wouldn't be fair."

About the parmesan cheese, Imogen said, "Only take a sprinkle because I only got a sprinkle!"

They asked for a drink of my dr. pepper. Previously we established that a sip is smaller than a drink and a drink is smaller than a gulp. So Imogen had a "drink" and handed my almost empty cup to Genevieve and watched her carefully. "Hey! That was a gulp!"

This is ridiculous.

Nightmares

Imogen very rarely wakes us up in the middle of the night, but when she has a nightmare, she wants to be tucked back into bed. I always ask what the nightmare was and she has these really great narrative dreams. Genevieve tries to explain her scary dreams and they are usually only that she saw something scary. Nothing really happens in the dream.

Imogen's first nightmare that I can remember is that a volcano erupted in our back yard.

Another time, she dreamed she put her hand in a cookie jar and pulled out a snake, which then proceeded to chase her around.

Last night she had another dream and I asked her what happened in the dream. "I was playing with Monster and his eyes fell out, and I was scared that I would get in trouble so I hid them under the couch, but you were cleaning up and you found them." Ha! Best nightmare ever!

Cookout

A couple months ago the girls were playing outside and they piled up a bunch of sticks on the back porch and pretended to be camping. I felt sorry for them but not sorry enough to try to sleep on the ground for a night or two so we decided to have a cookout, and then go home to our nice squishy beds. We held it last night at Mary's farm and brought hot dogs and made smores. The girls thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to them.





We got there before sunset and ate hot dogs.




Dave built a fire... you know, just like cave men and pioneers used to do it...





Playing with sparklers.




My camera doesn't like taking pictures with the flash off.



By the time we were on the freeway on our way home, I looked behind me and saw this.

Conversations

Yesterday in the car:

"I'm watching The Sound of Music," Genevieve said.

"Oh, is it past the part where they sing that big song?" Imogen said.

"No," Genevieve said.

Today at dinner:

"Did you know there is a haunted house right here in Missouri??" Imogen told me.

"Imogen's classmate has been to it," Genevieve said. "He almost died there!"

I laughed and said, "I doubt he almost died there."

"Those robots had guns!" Imogen said.

...

Bath time

Before: Cute and fuzzy.



During: Slightly scary.



After: Getting a bit better.

Friends for life, provided nothing goes wrong...

We were in the car yesterday and Imogen said to Genevieve, "Some day, when I get an apartment, you can live with me. You can be my roommate."

"If I know where you live," Genevieve said.

"I can drive you there," Imogen said. "We can share a car."

"If I like your apartment," Genevieve said, noncommittally.

"Well, we can look for a new apartment," Imogen said, in an effort to sweeten the deal. "We can go inside to look and see if we want it."

"We will knock first," Genevieve said.

"And Ben can visit us!" Imogen said.

"If he knows where we live," Genevieve said.

Does she have to poke holes in every plan, I thought.

Moody

I was recently griping at Imogen for having an attitude problem when she had no good reason to be. She's already so moody and temperamental, she's going to be a perfect nightmare as a teenager. She sighed and said "I'm sorry. You should have named me Grouchy." Genevieve spoke up, "Grouchy is a boy's name."

Lazy Sunday afternoon

Monster

One thing about having Monster is that now I realize how well trained Zeus is. Zeus spends every waking moment worrying about us. He pays attention to everything we do, he follows us and is aware of when I slip on my flip flops (that means I might be leaving) or when I put things in my purse (also leaving) and his ears are tuned to the slightest jingle of keys (ACK! LEAVING!) If we are leaving, his first and foremost goal is to be taken with us. He is terrified that this might not happen. And he is beside himself with excitement when we arrive back home.

Monster is completely unaware of any of the above. It catches him completely off guard when he is scooped up and locked into the bathroom with Zeus.

Zeus is worried if anyone raises their voice, and he runs and hides under the furniture. Monster doesn't care. Zeus takes his watch dog duties very seriously and barks at me when I come home. Monster runs and hides. (???) Zeus goes to bed every night in the same place and stays there until Jeremy gets up and lets him outside. Monster wakes up some time in the middle of the night to pee by my door so that I can't leave the room without stepping in it. Zeus comes when called. Monster might, if he's in the mood. Zeus stresses out a lot. Monster is happy and friendly and mostly occupies himself with chewing on things or people or Zeus.

Part of me has always wondered if I am somehow responsible for what a neurotic stress case Zeus is. That somehow the type of dog owner that I am, the way that I treat dogs, has created his various mental health issues. Time will tell, I suppose, if I turn Monster into a raving psychopath, but so far he seems more relaxed and happy than I ever remember Zeus being.

Please leave a message after the beep...

I'm a terrible message-leaver.

Really. The voice mail comes on and suddenly I'm fumbling around, forgetting what I called for and repeating what little information I am able to retrieve out of my suddenly sluggish mind. It think it has to do with the fact that I'm never just talking on the phone. I'm on the phone and doing laundry, or doing a project for school, or driving somewhere (yes, I'm one of those evil women in a minivan on a cell phone). When I have someone on the phone, I get to pause and let them talk. When I'm leaving messages, there's just silence. And me... rambling.

I left Zach a message one time. It was something like, "Hi... It's Rachael... Um... I have your thing [I forget what the thing was]... So... um... if you want to meet me... I'll be in class.. but it's over at 8. But it starts at five, so I can meet you before then... or after, but I'm not home right now.... I'm on the other side of town, and I have to go get Imogen from school at 3:30 and then go to the grocery store... So I don't know when I'll be home.. So call me and we'll figure out where to meet... Or I can drop it off later... If you'll be home... Ok, talk to you later, bye!"

Zach called me back, "You leave terrible voice mails!"

Introducing...

This is Monster! He's a ten week Shih Tzu, a gift from my mother and step-father. He's the sweetest thing ever!

Birthdays

Imogen's birthday is this Friday, which she is handling with the composure of a lunatic in a rubber room. We were discussing and salivating (me the former, her the latter) about it in the car today and of course Genevieve wanted in on the action. Their birthdays are exactly six months apart which means as soon as one has her birthday, we can begin the countdown to the other's. Genevieve commented (again) that she would get to turn six.

I told her no, she is my baby and my baby is not allowed to turn six. She must turn four and then the following year, she can turn five, then four, five, on and on. I assured her between her protests that we would still give her the same amount of gifts so I really don't see what the big deal is.

She said, "You'll see, Mommy. You'll see." And then she cackled theatrically as if this was some kind of movie. As I was pondering what it would be like to be in a reality TV show with someone like her, she turned to Imogen and broke the spell with, "Won't she see Imogen? When it's my birthday and I turn six?"

That's just bad dialog, I thought.