Monthly Archives: January 2009

On common sense not being so common

Georgie has been playing this weird game. He covers his face with a bandanna (kind of like a Mel Brooks villain), puts on his cowboy hat, and walks around trying not to bang into things.

(Preparing for a career as a low-rent Criss Angel, perhaps?)

This morning, he walked into the steps and banged his shins. Hard. And then cried with pain and surprise.

It took all I had in me not to laugh. Which is terrible, but normal, I guess.

Haircuts and various injuries

Friday I went to have my hair cut, and came home to this.

The kids were playing on our bed, and Stella had a face vs. headboard incident.

You can’t really see from the picture (what self-respecting 16-month-old sits still for anything?) but she bit through her lip in two places and has a two-inch bruise across her right cheek. It was a lovely shade of purple yesterday, but now it’s lightened to a pukey bile color. Complements her skin color nicely.

There was blood all over George’s shirt, the blankets, pillowcases, sheets, floor… I spent the evening stripping the bed and washing all of the bloody laundry.

And then I experienced an epic hard drive fail. EPIC. I had to do a complete system reinstall, which is not a big deal since all of my data is stored on a secondary 250 gig hard drive. The secondary drive was inadvertently partitioned (did I mention I’m a bit of an idiot?) and I lost years of data; archived files of correspondence I’ve typed for George; tax records; some knit patterns; my huge collection of audiobooks; most of my 10+ gig mp3 collection; white papers I wrote in my former job. The worst loss is… most of the digital photos that I took from Oct. ‘07 through last week are gone. Fortunately I had uploaded the best photos to our Photobucket album, but there are some that I’ll never get back. (I managed to recover some of them that weren’t archived.)

On the bright side, I kept the old 100 gig hard drive will all of my software and files on it, so I was able to pop that one in and retrieve some of my archived data. I won’t be making the same mistake again; Norton Ghost is already installed and regular backups engaged.

Amongst this I have been knitting (of course; how could I handle the stress otherwise?) and am working on Stella’s pants and another pair from the Yarn Harlot’s basic sock recipe. I haven’t had a chance to photograph my progress, maybe I’ll get my act together this week.

Today is a snow day; all area schools (except for Cleveland Public, naturally) are closed. I plan on making a batch of bread dough, some granola, and building a fire. The storm will hopefully blow itself out by tomorrow. George’s class tomorrow is canceled (conferences) so I’m thinking about taking them to the Science Center. We’ll see how it goes.


It’s 2 outside with a wind chill of -15. So you know what I braved in order to get this. At 7AM.

This really doesn’t do justice. I wish my Mom could photograph it.

In which I try to explain divorce and disappointment

So Georgie asked me the other day about divorce. Totally out of the blue, as he has no experience with the subject (unless you count a random Mister Rogers episode a several months back).

Me: “Do you know what divorce is?”
Him: “It’s when the parents don’t like each other and stay away.”
Me: “Are your parents married or divorced?”
Him: “Married!”

I’m learning that one of the hardest things about being a parent is not obsessing with sheltering your child. I don’t want him to be exposed to bad behavior, violence, pain, suffering, disappointment… but is that realistic? What good am I doing him if I shelter him from everything? I think it’s more dangerous to overly-protect a child, then toss him out into the world at 18 and say, ‘there you go!’

So, as hard as it is to do, we’ve chosen to allow them to be exposed to things. Kids can be mean, and don’t always share. Art classes get canceled,* play dates get changed, Nature Center programs get postponed and the wolves aren’t always on exhibit. They have to learn to deal with disappointment, and understand that these things happen.

It doesn’t make it any easier on the parent.

*That reminds me; Thanks so much Fairview Park Rec, it’s fun to explain to my two little boys that you canceled their art class but didn’t tell us until we were in the reception area waiting for the room to be opened up. Mr. Youth Program Coordinator, do you have any idea what it entails to have to bundle up two preschoolers and a toddler and have them at the rec by 9AM? (Probably not, since it’s probably been years since you’ve had little kids, and even then your wife likely took care of everything ) Do you have any idea how irritating it is when you cancel a class without the courtesy of a phone call informing the parents? Do you have any idea how angry I am that this is the second time this has happened? The first time, the instructor called me, and I never heard from the Rec until I had to call to have my money refunded?

That $300 a year increase in my taxes was just so worth it. /sarcastic diatribe