Haircut, Piano Lessons, Roo Story
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porphyrinThis sounds silly, but I forgot that I'd gotten a haircut before my second job interview, back in early January.
Not that most/any of you care, because I don't post pictures of myself (too fat). But it's short, now. Shorter, anyway; about chin-length, without much in the way of layers to take care of, with bangs because I have a Return Of Dracula's Bride kind of widows' peak on my forehead.
There is no haircut in the world that will make me look 80 pounds lighter. But this one at least doesn't emphasize my double chin. :) So I'd have to call that a win.
Also, for those folks living in the Twin Cities metro area, I just found out that the wife of a friend was a Juliard student, and a competitive concert pianist for years as a teenager (child prodigy kind of stuff) before giving it up and doing something else with her life.
She's now teaching piano to little ones at $15 bucks per half hour, in a cat-free environment. :) Which is a horrendously low rate, but. :) If any of you are interested, I have her phone number.
And one Roo story today, before I run to clinic.
We've been working with Roo this weekend on wearing what he calls 'big boy diapers'-- underwear. My mom got him some with Nemo on them.
Apparently wearing big boy diapers means that he is unable to use the LITTLE boy potty seat, and must attempt to drown himself in the toilet bowl four or five times per attempt at peeing in the potty. But I digress.
We put underwear on him yesterday afternoon post-nap, and an hour later, Mike takes him upstairs. Roo pees in the potty and yells, "I peeeeeeeing!" and claps his hands and grins at Mike, in that 'clap for me, you fool!' way he has. So we let him call his aunt and tell her that he peed in the potty.
(Digression: if you get a random phone call from us one evening, it is because our child has said he wants to tell you/wants us to tell you he peed in the potty.)
An hour later, after a walk, I take him upstairs. He sits on the toilet, wobbling back and forth, and after a minute, yells, "I'm peeing!" Gives me the same 'clap you fool' prompts that he gave Mike.
Except I haven't heard the sound of urine hitting the porcelain throne, if you know what I mean, and I say, "Robin, did you pee?"
"YAH." He's rocking back and forth on the toilet seat. "I call Grandma Busch!" (We try to keep this limited to family members if we can...)
"Roo, I don't hear any noises of peeing," I tell him.
He frowns and me and then purses up his lips and goes, "Dooo-ooooo-oooooshhhdoooo." You know, a long low sound. Apparently, the noise of peeing.
I'm trying hard not to laugh. "Roo, I mean the sound of pee hitting the water inside the potty. That's the noises of peeing."
He stops going 'dooo-ooo-oooo.' Frowns at me. "Oh. Mommy, I all done."
"Did you pee?"
"Um, no."
Glad we're all clear on this now.
Not that most/any of you care, because I don't post pictures of myself (too fat). But it's short, now. Shorter, anyway; about chin-length, without much in the way of layers to take care of, with bangs because I have a Return Of Dracula's Bride kind of widows' peak on my forehead.
There is no haircut in the world that will make me look 80 pounds lighter. But this one at least doesn't emphasize my double chin. :) So I'd have to call that a win.
Also, for those folks living in the Twin Cities metro area, I just found out that the wife of a friend was a Juliard student, and a competitive concert pianist for years as a teenager (child prodigy kind of stuff) before giving it up and doing something else with her life.
She's now teaching piano to little ones at $15 bucks per half hour, in a cat-free environment. :) Which is a horrendously low rate, but. :) If any of you are interested, I have her phone number.
And one Roo story today, before I run to clinic.
We've been working with Roo this weekend on wearing what he calls 'big boy diapers'-- underwear. My mom got him some with Nemo on them.
Apparently wearing big boy diapers means that he is unable to use the LITTLE boy potty seat, and must attempt to drown himself in the toilet bowl four or five times per attempt at peeing in the potty. But I digress.
We put underwear on him yesterday afternoon post-nap, and an hour later, Mike takes him upstairs. Roo pees in the potty and yells, "I peeeeeeeing!" and claps his hands and grins at Mike, in that 'clap for me, you fool!' way he has. So we let him call his aunt and tell her that he peed in the potty.
(Digression: if you get a random phone call from us one evening, it is because our child has said he wants to tell you/wants us to tell you he peed in the potty.)
An hour later, after a walk, I take him upstairs. He sits on the toilet, wobbling back and forth, and after a minute, yells, "I'm peeing!" Gives me the same 'clap you fool' prompts that he gave Mike.
Except I haven't heard the sound of urine hitting the porcelain throne, if you know what I mean, and I say, "Robin, did you pee?"
"YAH." He's rocking back and forth on the toilet seat. "I call Grandma Busch!" (We try to keep this limited to family members if we can...)
"Roo, I don't hear any noises of peeing," I tell him.
He frowns and me and then purses up his lips and goes, "Dooo-ooooo-oooooshhhdoooo." You know, a long low sound. Apparently, the noise of peeing.
I'm trying hard not to laugh. "Roo, I mean the sound of pee hitting the water inside the potty. That's the noises of peeing."
He stops going 'dooo-ooo-oooo.' Frowns at me. "Oh. Mommy, I all done."
"Did you pee?"
"Um, no."
Glad we're all clear on this now.
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Date: 2005-01-31 10:32 pm (UTC)I get the frown of "whatchootalkingaboutmama?" and the shaking head of "silly mama, trix are for kids" look. He's frowny, too, whenever he talks and I don't translate correctly. I try reallyreally hard not to laugh, but it's so cute!
He also does the cute "hiiii" whenever he's trying to wheedle something out of me he knows he's not supposed to have. It's like the "I'm soooo cute, you'll give me whatever I want!" look.
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Date: 2005-02-01 02:29 am (UTC)Sigh. Me too. And I can't do the bangs thing because of the damn cowlick.
So I've just had to learn to embrace my undead side.
You know, metaphorically.
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Date: 2005-02-01 03:02 pm (UTC)You're gorgeous, woman! And I don't see enough piccies of you as it is!
I'll stop now.
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:15 pm (UTC)