Well hello there! Don’t you all look fetching, and lovely. Why yes I am looking a little stressed. There have been some unexpected and rather devastating happenings going on in our house the last couple of weeks. I haven’t yet gotten the OK to share details with the whole world so that’s all I’ll say except that we’re still all healthy and very much in love with each other. Still, I am working on a post entitled "Before Life Kicked Me In the Groin" which I hope will be an interesting study on how you think your life will be and how things actually turn out.
Luckily Ellis is being a perfect distraction to all the grown up crap we’re dealing with. He’s been so much fun to be around lately. (Of course as I’m typing this he’s in tragic life is unfair tears mode because I’m not taking him to get a bath RIGHT NOW.)
Funny, I’m having trouble thinking now so I’ll just post these jewels from a few days ago and try again a little later.
Who me? Eat Marker?
Who Me? Eat Bubbles?
We just got back from Texas and now my brother and sister in law are visiting for a few days. All this is great for us but not so great for blogging. Here are a couple of pictures from Texas, where my sister graduated from high school!
My brother, The Single Musician Living In Austin. Ladies, he’s a great guy!
Tomorrow K2E leaves for Dallas to visit with some family folk and some friends. It’s a weird feeling. In many ways Dallas still feels like home, but on a really deep soul level Bellingham, or at least the Northwest feels like home. Is it too cooky to say that I feel like maybe I lived during many different previous lives? It’s like my roots grow all the way down to the molten core from right here, but everything really superficially familiar is still in Texas.
Anyhoo, today was a motherfucking challenge of a day. On the way to Cosco to get contacts Ellis fell asleep so I sat in the parking lot for an hour until he woke up. When we went in we had to take a number and waited for like 20 minutes until it was our turn. Ellis lasted for 15 which is really great for a 17 month old. But during the last few minutes he kept shouting GO! GO! GO! and running out of the eye place into the madhouse that was Cosco at noon on a Wed (What the hell people?). When our number was finally called I scooped him up which immediately resulted in toddler meltdown Mach 5 while I was trying to tell "Mr. I’ve never seen a child have a Mach 5 meltdown could you please control your spawn" my information. It’s always a challenge to spell my last name for people, but this was ridiculous. I went through all that to be told that one has to have a membership to Cosco to buy the contacts even though you don’t have to have one to see the eye doctor. (whom I saw a few months ago and is why I went there for contacts)
It has been a challenging couple of weeks what with the mach 5 toddler meltdowns approximately every 15 minutes and my mom not here because she got a job (yay!) So this one put me over the edge and as I was strapping him back in his car seat after the fruitless visit I started crying.
When we got home he was asking for a bath (by the way why is every request CAPITALIZED WITH AN EXCLAMATION MARK?! BATH! BATH! BATH! BATH!) and more fun with parenting ensued.
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I just walked out to my front yard, picked a raspberry from the entire hill full of raspberry and blackberry bushes, and ate it. I’ve always wanted to do that. I love this place.
Last Friday we participated in Bellinghams first annual Wig Out Parade. It was a parade to raise awareness of….absolutely nothing…for the purpose of….absolutely nothing. It was great. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to live in a town where people get together and decide to have a parade where whomever wants to can meet, put a wig on their head, and walk around downtown.
It was so much fun, and if we hadn’t been caring for the little one we probably would have stayed for the after party. That’s right the wig parade had an after party.
I love this town.
