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Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Stones Knew

When Abby was little, maybe three, not long after Laston and I met, he made her cry by singing the Rolling Stones' You Can't Always Get What You Want.

He likes to suggest that she was spoiled - and she may have been, a bit - but she was also only three, and thus, had no real concept of not getting what she wanted, immediately and at once.

Lizzy is seven though, and is having the same problem right now; at this time it's because a show she and Abby have been watching all through spring break is not available for free streaming after season one.

Alex has been kidnapped and is in dire peril.

Lil' Liz has never had to deal with the concept of waiting for a new episode of anything (where Abby has, because Abby is both almost five years her senior and a New Doctor Who fan; waiting for the BBC to do anything over here in Seattleish is bound to teach anyone not to be Veruca Salt).

But Alex is still in peril, neither Netflix nor Comcast On Demand has season two, and Amazon does not carry Totally Spies in  their Prime Free Streaming.

Daddy is not willing to pay two bucks per episode of something like this.

Lizzy wants an Oompa Loompa, and she wants it now.

It's just as well I go back to work tomorrow; spring break is getting... angsty.

Monday, April 13, 2015

A Not So Lazy Day

Yesterday was lazy.

Today not so much.

Oh, we're still hanging around home, doing a little housework, like laundry and dishes and such.

And we still have the TV on.

But the difference today is that I got at least two of the Wii remotes to sync (our Wii is pretty old; I got it when Lizzy was a tiny thing, and she's now seven and a half. That's a long time in the life of a video game platform). One of those remotes I got synced is the Wii Fit Balance Board.

I am the Hula Hoop Champion, and I also have the best score in Ski Jump.

Lizzy is not terribly coordinated; she has trouble getting arms (or fingers) and legs moving in concert, and we have to keep reminding her not to actually jump on the Balance Board.. However, even as much of a whirling dervish that she is, she's actually quite good at several of the Yoga poses.

Abby is the best of us in everything except the aforementioned, but prefers Rhythm Kung Fu and and Rhythm Parade (where you get to be the drum major and twirl the baton - she has achieved the Advanced course where I am still on Basic).

We're none of us very fit (although Lizzy more than the rest) so even though we're exercising a lot here, we're playing it safe so as not to incur injury. The Wii suggests a break to rest and drink water every half hour, which seems reasonable. And what we're doing is taking turns, where each of us has three of the events while the others rest. So our muscles might be sore tomorrow, but not actually injured.


Sunday, April 12, 2015

A Lazy Day

Today is the first day of Spring Break, and the girls and I (with some participation by Laston) have spent it doing, well... nothing much. I mean, some dishes, some laundry, and Abby did some weeding of the lawn before I even got up this morning, but mostly... just hanging out.

Abby and I seem to have caught Lizzy's cold (or maybe the one that was going around my work like wildfire), so we didn't have a lot of energy anyway. We did have sniffles, coughing, scratchy throat, and general lethargy.

And it was a hugely troperiffic day.

First I made brunch (bacon, eggs, a toaster waffle, asparagus (may as well get it while it's in season and cheap), and strawberries).

We watched Into the Woods, which I have already mentioned here.

We watched Madeline (from 1998).

We watched Jumanji (although we needed to take a break at dinnertime, partly because dinner and partly because the girls haven't had a lot of time today that was not sitting-on-the-couch, and were getting fractious).

And now we're watching Mouse Hunt (at Laston's suggestion, because Netflix reminded him that if-you-liked-Jumanji-you-may-also-like).

I haven't seen that last since it was first released.

And this is all after last night's Game Night, wherein grownups did a little character tweaking and then played Cards Against Humanity whilst Abby did Lizzy up (away from the CaH) in what I hope they continue to realize is stage makeup (Abby says it's "the pop star look"), rather than - say - the stuff she can wear to school when she is in junior high this fall.

Aside from Lizzy's trouble sitting still all the way through Into the Woods (it's over two hours long), and that moment just before dinner when they poked at one another enough for me to send them to their respective rooms until the meal was made, we've had an excellent - if lazy - day.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Four Years On (and Eight in Total)

Four years ago I wrote a post about our fourth anniversary,. So it seemed like a nice idea to write today's post, four years on.

Well, four years on tomorrow, anyway.

Miss Leanna is fourteen, in ninth grade, and soon on to high school (which, in our district, is three years until the 2017-18 school year when the new high school is completed). Her recent color change to redhead suits her personality down to the ground, and I just love it on her. Sadly, I do not have a current picture, but maybe her mom will see this post and send me one; I would take one of her but she's down for the count with laryngitis today, and as she lives with her mom I don't have her handy even after school. They live nearby though, which is really nice. Leanna is our Nature Girl.

Miss Abby is twelve, in sixth grade, and on to junior high in the fall (she'll be the first class at the new high school in 2017). She's seriously excited by the prospect of choosing some of her classes, and she has an interesting mix of performing arts and technology as her preferences. This is so Abby it's a little scary; she's the Performer of our three, and she's happiest when singing, acting, or consuming science fiction or light horror media. I have a current picture of her, but it scares the crap out of me because she looks more um... womanly in it than I am comfortable sharing with the world. Yes, it's just a swimsuit but it scares her mother.

Miz Liz, who was still in utero when we got married, is seven and a half. She's bright, quick-tempered, reads like a fourth grader but has the scary-tolerance and attention span of a first grader (the latter of which she is) and hates to write. She can't really explain why, but her grandmother and her first grade teacher and I all think she writes a LOT slower than the ideas come, so she gets impatient and just gives up. Also, ADHD would not surprise me in the least. She's the Engineer of the three (she was good with this once we explained that an engineer is not necessarily someone who drives a train) and the one who likes to take things apart to see what makes them tick.

And us. +Laston Kirkland and +Jenn Kirkland, the nerd and the geek, the scientist and the fantasist, gamers and writers and decent (if messy and poor housekeepers) parents to his, mine, and ours.

It's a nice family.

Happy anniversary, honey.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

March has Been... Different

A Random Thoughts Post.

It is Not Okay for a mother to have her oldest child register for Junior High and buy a swimsuit that makes her look like she has an actual figure both in one week.

Because just a couple weeks ago she was selling girl scout cookies for the fifth year in a row. She's just a baby. But she's a twelve-year-old baby who looks fourteen or fifteen in her new swimsuit.

We're not making it to Norwescon for our anniversary this year. We've missed once before (in 2011), but it's still a bit depressing, you know? Mostly this is because Laston's contract does not include paid time off and they required five six furlough days this month, which ate up our extra budget.

But Abby's dad and Leanna's mom will still have their respective kids, and Lizzy is still spending the weekend at Grandma's, and so Laston and I will have a nice date night. Maybe date night-and-day. We just won't have them in the company of 3000 of our favorite nerds. And with Laston's back all screwed up (a legacy of the House Move of Doom) it's probably just as well that he won't be walking all over the SeaTac Doubletree for two days straight.

On that note, those of you who do go, please have a good time, and fee free to text (or Facebook or Google Plus) me anything you think I would particularly enjoy. And if anyone in the Dealers' Room has Laston's book, Copy Me, please think about purchasing a copy. They're good stories!

Sometimes it's a Good Thing to sit and watch stupid TV with the kids all Sunday afternoon. I mean, we have to do enough laundry that no-one goes naked to school tomorrow, and I had to run the dishwasher so we can eat our spaghetti without getting it everywhere. But the rest can wait until tomorrow.

Miz Liz earned eighteen cubes in her Good Behavior trial last week. There was a max possible of twenty-five, and with eighteen she not only earned the Beanie Baby (at twelve cubes, and she chose the Queen of Hearts in a Teacup one), but she earned a sleepover with Miss Nat.

This whole thing was an ingenious invention of her first grade teacher to assist Lizzy in learning to avoid zero-to-sixty snit fits and teenage brat behavior (like rolling her eyes and stomping off in a huff. Wonder where she learned that one).  She starts with five cubes a day, and one gets taken away for each instance of unwanted behavior. Her best day ended with five (yay!) and her worst with two (boo). For every twelve cubes she gets a prize, and the idea is that by the end of this trial she'll have developed better habits.

When living in a house with gamers (and being one), somehow phrases like, "You hit the Laundromat. And it noticed," are par for the course.

I really like my job. This is not sarcasm. It's not really that different from other customer service jobs I have had, but I just feel very very comfy at AT&T.

One should never buy mechanical pencils or razors at the dollar store. The former do not work well and the latter are apparently one-shot.

I'm sleepy.

Monday, March 2, 2015

A Sticky Situation

Not a bad one, actually a good one.

Miz Liz is outside looking for sticks. She apparently needs them "really badly" because her first grade class is making Leprechaun Traps. The is a voluntary project, and Lizzy is very very excited by the prospect. Lacking Lucky Charms and gold coins, we have decided that a couple of Thin Mints would be excellent bait.

Miss Abby is also outside looking for sticks. Hers need to be a little bigger, because she needs several to demonstrate and help her sister scouts learn to do a half-hitch knot. That's set for the 12th, but she needs practice, so we're doing this ahead.

And then there's the season.

That's right, folks. As you know, it's...

COOKIE TIME!

Misses Abby and Carlie and Carlie's dad and I sold quite a lot of cookies yesterday. So proud of these two girls; they were enterprising and sweet and genuinely nice to their customers. I was especially amused by Abby's repeated question of, "Would you like help transporting these to your vehicle?" For the gentleman who bought eight boxes of Thin Mints that might be needed, but for the average purchaser of two to five boxes it it perhaps not necessary.

Funny though.

And I'm going to have to remember that even though it's been unseasonably warm and dry around here, it's still only early March, and it gets COLD.by sundown.

Before the cookie sale we went into the store to check in and get change, and while we were in there Abby met a friend. The best thing about this is the name tag. You see, at this store, everyone's name tag has their name and a description about them. Like this:

Jane Smith
Also walks dogs

Except this one, which says:

Beymax
I am not fast


I have not seen the movie. But I am told this is hilarious.