Stayin' Alive

Sorry about the lack of posts- I know you've all been heartbroken. But Lazlo and I sort of hit a mid-term groove and only do the things we absolutely have to do in order to be able to keep doing the same things the next day. That's overstating it a bit, but still, time is scarce and I usually have better uses for it that concocting lame blog posts. I'd rather call and talk to you- and that has the added benefit of allowing me to hear another adult voice without going to the grocery store and buying a magazine or something.

Update: Wren is progressing on target, according to various kid books which we remember to check when I find them under couches or behind our bed. Right now she's sitting fussily in her great (re: simple and tiny) new highchair - thanks to the Metcalfs and Ikea. She's alternately eating cheerios contentedly and yelling about the fact that she's eating cheerios. She takes a break every now and then to try to eat the buttons on her sweater. She has two teeth. One on top and one on bottom. It looks like she'll be getting more soon and to me it makes her seem like such a big kid. She's taken big jumpy steps a couple of times, but not consecutively. She sort of hops and then collapses. Her favorite toy is a music-playing light up drum the Boltons gave her for Christmas. She hits it over and over again and dances, bouncing up and down, to the music. She LOVES music, and sometimes we have little dance parties where we just play music really loud and dance around like weirdos. Last night we had an all-family dance-a-thon to some mix cd with Elliot Smith from Richard. I sort of idly wondered when I was pregnant if I would be a mom who totally abandons all dignity on the delivery table and from that point on functions like a demented rodeo clown- doing whatever it takes to amuse and entertain my kids. Well it turns out I am. Oh well. Maybe I have shreds somewhere- I'll have to watch myself in public and see- that's the real test- what will you subject other people to?

Right now we're in the midst of a glorious Saturday morning. It feels like there's so much potential- 12 whole hours to do with as we will and spend TOGETHER. The bitter moment, Sunday afternoon on the way home from church when I realize it's almost over, and what did we do with our weekend?...that's a long way off. Poor Lazlo- spending the start of his weekend washing all the dishes from last night. He's quite a guy. At the grocery store yesterday the checker asked me if I was lucky enough to be a stay at home mom, and I got to say yes, I am lucky enough. And I do feel lucky, even though our subsequent conversation about low-quality childcare was one of the five conversations I had that day.