Tuesday, May 31, 2011
We STILL don't have travel orders, or a housing assignment, or diplomatic passports, or a definite plan for shipping the dog, and the kids and I are leaving in 25 days. But I'm not panicking or anything.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Jack: "Well, I guess now is as good as time as any to tell you I got a D+ on my test today, and also how nice your hair looks."
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
"Wow, I feel so much better now! Can I get hot lunch today? They have cookies on Tuesdays," and she happily trotted out of the bathroom while I was left to clean up the cookies she'd just tossed. Don't hate me because of my glamorous life.
|I can't talk about Grace and her hangnails without including this old blurry cell phone photo I took of her showing me her hangnail when she was four years old, back in the innocent days when she had no idea what "the finger" meant.|
Friday, May 20, 2011
|Photo by Mark Gesinger|
Friday, May 13, 2011
While I am ruthless when it comes to getting rid of crap like toys and clothes and school papers, I admit that I am a bit of a hoarder when it comes to food. I hate to go grocery shopping so much that I get cereal delivered more frequently than I do shoes. I also love to cook and bake, so I like to make sure I have lots of food on hand should the mood strike me. Now that we’re leaving in about six weeks (OH. MAH. GAH.), I am trying to use up as much of it as I can. This has made for some very interesting dinners. Like ‘macaghetti’. And ‘cupboard surprise’, where ‘surprise’ equals you-don’t-want-to-know. The kids are loving it, because I’m using up all the white pasta, white rice, and white flour that I normally never use, and topping everything with cheese since I have bags of it in the freezer. I still have a case of tamarind paste that I’ve been hauling around from my failed attempts at making pad thai (Mark Bittman tells me the key is to use GOOD fish sauce, not fish sauce seemingly made from ass crack. Who knew? And how can you tell the difference? And, once you’ve had ass crack fish sauce, you never want to eat pad thai again, so you’re left with a case of unused tamarind paste.).
The other night I was throwing random stuff into a pot and I knocked a glass of the counter, breaking it. I wrapped the glass in a plastic bag and put it in the trash. The garbage bag was pretty heavy, so I had Jack carry it out instead of Henry, whose job it normally is to take out the trash. “Be extra careful, there’s broken glass in there,” I warned. Teenagers being infallible, though, he carelessly grabbed it out of my arms and cut a long scratch into his arm. Grrrreat. Now he looked like he had attempted to slash his wrist. He wore a long-sleeved shirt to school yesterday, but his math teacher saw it anyway and questioned him. Not wanting her to think he was a cutter, he responded, “Oh, well, my mom threw a bag of broken glass in my arms last night.” Yep. And I just had emailed her to ask if she would write a recommendation for his school in Brazil. Anyway, I should probably go make a few mystery tamarind-laced casseroles before Child Protective Services gets here.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Mitch: "Well, you're only fourteen. The great thing is, you can be whatever you want in life, you just have to go for it."
Jack: "Uh, Thanks, Dad. I already heard that from the Disney Channel about a million times."
I wonder if you can earn a master's degree in sarcasm.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
|Look on the back of a nickel. Recognize it?|
|The gardens were by far my favorite.|
|My other favorite thing. A wine delivery dumbwaiter.|
Saturday, May 7, 2011
2. I know all the retailers that make pants for ultra-skinny kids and socks without seams.
3. I de-ticked the dog AND removed a broken wire from my kid's braces today with kitchen scissors.
4. I spent two days tracking down some non-skanky shorts for my girls.
5. Every morning, I make braids for my daughter that are tight, tight, tight. I also spray tea tree oil water in my kids' hair to repel lice (old wives' tale? probably).
6. Barf. I clean it up. Frequently.
7. I got an e-mail message from the Fairfax County Public Library saying there was poop on the "Invasion of the Gym Class Zombies" book and they were charging me $18 for it. I am pretty sure it did not come from my house, but the book drop. Then again, how much of an ass will I look like fighting that? So, I'm paying it.
8. I've lived in four places in the past year with the closets and kitchens getting progressively tinier.
9. I've saved a lot money for the family by buying stuff on sale. Yesterday alone I saved about $65 on a hair-be-awesomer product. Mitch always has a nice grimace-y smile when I greet him in the evenings by saying, "Guess how much I saved today?"
10. I have moral, kind, empathetic, and funny children. And I want them to slave away making me a meal for a change.
Happy Mother's Day to my own awesome mom, and to all you lovely mothers out there.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
School uniforms. Which I had to buy at four different stores because I have two normal-sized children and two verrrrry thin children. Olivia and Grace tried on their skorts and polo shirts last night. Olivia loved hers. Grace stared at herself in the mirror for a long time, sighed, and said, "I don't even think I can jazz these up."
The girls' birthday is coming up and they want sewing machines, but all I can think of is how much weight that will add to our shipping allowance. That's right. Now I think in terms of pounds when it comes to gifts. Thanks, Foreign Service! They will also accept personal tvs, ipod touches, Barbie Mansions, turtles, or another dog. I'm thinking I might get them each a case of paper towels.
Any tips on what I might be forgetting?
Monday, May 2, 2011
I found a dead mouse in the dog's water dish at the crack of dawn a few days ago, causing me to yelp a little bit. Mitch claims it was a blood-curdling scream, but who are you going to believe? Henry rushed out of his room, certain we were finally under zombie attack. Ten year-old boys rule.
We took the kids to see Rio on Saturday, with hopes to up the excitement factor for our impending move to Brazil. They loved it. Well, the teenager said, "It didn't suck", which I'm pretty sure means he loved it, too. Also, his attendance at a 'baby movie' was his early Mother's Day gift to me. Here we are in the theater:
While I was snapping that pic, Henry asked, "Mom, how come whenever we go anywhere you take pictures of your shoes before anything else?" Gah, I'm a bad mom. A bad mom with cute shoes!
Anyhoodle, the movie theater had a self-serve 'butter' dispenser for your popcorn. I had to restrain Henry from putting his mouth directly under the spigot. We had three migraines later that afternoon, thanks to whatever was in that popcorn. I suppose it also could have been the cajun fries from Five Guys Burgers and Giant Asses. But yum!
We spent the rest of the weekend weeding out 8 giant bags of clothes from our wardrobes. We've lived in four places in the past year, so I was surprised with how much crap we still had to get rid of. Here is what was in my pathetic t-shirt drawer:
long-sleeved gray t-shirts: 6
long-sleeved black t-shirts: 9
long-sleeved brown t-shirts: 9
long-sleeved gray tunics: 2
long-sleeved black tunics: 3
long-sleeved brown tunics:2
short-sleeved white t-shirts: 7
short-sleeved black t-shirts: 8
short-sleeved brown t-shirts: 5
short-sleeved gray t-shirts: 6
Bauhaus concert t-shirt: 1 (too sentimental to throw it out, but it does not flatter my muffin-top, so I never wear it).
Shirts of any color other than black, gray, brown, or white: 0
So, so boring.
I have also recently purchased some dresses. Guess what color? Two black, one brown, and one colorful one that I'll probably never wear. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm probably never going to wear any of them.