Derek has Left the Building

So last week Thursday was Derek's last day here in New York and he spent the day and most of the night with us. He and Keahi lived it up with lots of toys and a few good tiffs to round out the day. The next day when I picked Keahi up from school, his teacher told me he had been very "serious" all day. Apparently he was missing Derek. Gee, I guess I'll have to find him a new friend now. So here's my tribute to Derek and Keahi.

Entering the Thirty-something zone

So I realize it's been weeks since the blessed events and still nothing to document it but I guess I'm slipping in my old age. As of the 7th and 19th, Iz and I have hit the 30 milestone. Yikes! Both days were commemorated appropriately--though, as you'll see, sadly lacking in the picture department--and full of laughter, songs, and presents--but light on cake.

Israel's b-day:
Sadly he still had to work at the hospital on his special day, but at least it was a friday. I feel bad that I let his birthday sneak up on me since I was more focused on Halloween with the kids the week before. But I asked around for ideas and the one that stuck was going to a show on Broadway since we have to take advantage of all the newyorkish things available while we can. And what's more new york than the oldest running show on Broadway--Phantom of the Opera. I know, it's a bit of a girly thing to do for Iz's b-day but I told him we could do something equally manly on my birthday like go to a hockey game or watch some good ol UFC action. And I also have to fess up that I didn't cook anything special for dinner or make a cake since I had a dentist appointment and other assorted excuses. But we did have a couple of pretty tasty burgers from a nearby dinner and red velvet cake for dessert. And while Phantom may not have been exactly Iz's tastes, the break dancing in the subway station and standing in Time Square more than made up for it. Plus, he just looks really good all dressed up. One of the many reasons I love him. And here's a few more--though not the traditional 30 for 30 years cause I still have to cover my birthday and that would be a long post. But here's a quick selection:

-He likes musicals.
-He’s musical. Sings. Plays the sax.
-He'll make a complete (loveable) idiot out of himself to get me to laugh.
-He accepts me with all my flaws and rarely ever complains about them.
-He's definitely the fun parent.
-He’s very smart without being arrogant about it.
-He’s curious and interested in so many different things.
-He’s athletic without being aggressively competitive or easily frustrated with less talented players.
-He’s the kindest person ever with telemarketers. I am so rude in comparison.
-He cuts the boys’ hair. Mine, too.
-He thinks I am beautiful.
-Well, just look at him. And he smells nice, too.

Cailin's birthday:
So we didn't do anything particularly manly for my day. We ate leftover pizza and watched Quantum of Solace. Daniel Craig is definitely my favorite Bond. Much less wimpy than Brosnan. Anyhow, instead of spending a bundle on a show, Iz got me 2 great gifts. If you're wondering about the odd perspective in the pictures, Keahi took several and these are the ones with our heads still in the frame. I don't play my brain age every day but when I do I spend hours on it. I know, I'm obsessive. And I haven't read the book yet though Iz is about 2/3 through it. Overall it was a good day--particularly because I didn't have any extra kids to watch. The last week had been particuarly kid heavy as was the previous 2 days and the day after. Wednesday was the only non-4-kids day. It felt like a breeze. Plus I didn't have to make dinner and I neglected the laundry and dishes for the day. But while my birthday was good, after midinight it got less good. As in spending the wee hours spewing from both ends--crude, I know, but that's the way it was. At least the stomach flu waited till after the movie to kick in. And a few days (and pounds, though those came right back) later, I'm good as new. So after the whole thing, I feel like shrugging and asking what's the big deal about 30. And then secretly hyperventalating that I'm no longer in my 20s and anticipating in horror being called ma'am. Yelck.


Anyhow, as I review my 3 decades living on this planet, I feel like I've learned a few things and figured I'd share them with all of you.
Wisdom gained over 3 decades:
--1st decade: I'd rather be too cold than too hot since you can keep putting more clothes on to warm up but there's only so many things you can take off when you're hot. (one of many interesting conversations I had with Leah Shlachter as a kid)
--2nd decade: College is cool. I should have taken more time to enjoy it.
--3rd decase: Life is whizzing by faster every year and I'd better try to do more with what I've got.....and being a mom is way harder than I thought it was in previous decades.

Barf Bowls

Jarom and I have had the stomach flu this past week and as you can imagine it's been jolly. A regular bowl full of jelly. Hmmmm...that's perhaps more accurate than I'd originally thought. It's made me grateful for simple things like a sink in easy reach of the toilet for simultaneous emissions. Or for tile flooring instead of carpet. (Looking forward to potty training also makes me grateful for this.) And I'm particularly grateful for the relative ease with which the boys puke out their guts. I remember the first time Keahi ever threw up was during the night our first semester in Grenada. He didn't bother to get out of bed and come to me or cry out at all so the next morning when I went to wake him was the first I knew about it. The sight of his inflatable Thomas bed covered in dried up, half digested dinner--not to mention the state of Keahi's hair and clothes--was both intensely gross and strangely sweet. He got up and we washed him and the bedding and went about our day. After that I made sure to give him a Barf Bowl whenever he felt sick and he was excellent at using it--especially for a 2 year old. And now little Jarom, also 2 now, has also shown remarkable self control. Last night during dinner (of which he had maybe 3 bites before requesting a banana), he started drooling and scraping his hand through his mouth like he tasted something bad. He said, "Barf, mommy, barf." I wasn't sure if he was serious but I went and got a bowl for him. As soon as I placed it on his high chair table he leaned forward and spewed the meager contents of his poor little tummy directly into the bowl. When he felt he was finished he pushed the bowl away, let me wipe his mouth, and continued to eat his unfinished banana. He seemed much happier after that. So when Keahi tells me his stomach hurts or Jarom cries, "Baaarf!" I know to respond immediately and thank my lucky stars I got any warning at all.

Quote of the day

This one was a bit too long to put in the sidebar so here's the story:

Jarom usually doesn't like bread--I know, whose kid is this--so when we were at Subway on Monday I had few hopes of him eating the outside of his sandwich. But he got the idea that it was a bridge so I made up a song variation of London Bridges and sang: "Brooklyn bridge falling into your mouth, into your mouth, into your mouth. Brooklyn bridge falling into your mouth, all the way to your stomach." And I'd trail my fingers down from his mouth and tickle his tummy. He loved it. And after the second time I sang it, Keahi piped in with:

"You mean all the way to his anus!"

True, that's more accurate. Though I'm more concerned with the filling of his tummy than what happens afterward. And it would be nice if Keahi learned how to whisper his little jokes.

1st trip to the Brooklyn Children's Museum

It rocked. The hour long walk to get there on the other hand did not rock. I don't know what we were thinking. Keahi has been spoiled with his buggyboard and complained about any walking he had to do and dragged his feet so much that I wanted to scream. Oh, wait, I did. At him. And guess what, it didn't work. Threatening, cajoling, reasoning: nothing. But once we got there, suddenly his legs perked up and he, Jarom, and Caleb were up and running. It's a good thing Iz had the day off or I never would have attempted this on my own with 3 active boys. We only saw a tiny portion of the newly renovated space, but I think the boys all agreed that they're favorite part was this water play area with levers and things to manipulate and splash with. And Caleb loved dumping cups of water on Jarom's head...and Jarom loved it, too. After the water play, we headed up to the space science area where Keahi made a rocket and learned about eating and using the potty in space. The bulls-eye target you attach to your rear was particularly entertaining. But the rocket launching was definitely the big closer. Now we have to get a film canister and some alkaseltzer to recreate it at home. With our family pass, we'll definitely be going there again.....by bus.

We got a new computer--YAY

On Monday morning I walked about 40 minutes to Amy's place to borrow this lovely, compact (great for NY living) dolly so we could go to the Atlantic center and pick up a new computer. While Iz prides himself on being able to fix most problems that hit our laptop, the time had finally come to buy a new desktop that doesn't overheat, freeze, have a new virus every few days, and has a fully functional dvd drive. Aaaahhhh. And I love the huge screen.

So no pic of the computer but here's one of Keahi getting a ride on the dolly to the mall. Iz had planned on going during naptime but then decided to wait till Derek was picked up by his mom who was delayed till 5:30pm at which time I was not going to whip something up for dinner so we all trekked out together for subway and computer. The perfect family outing.

Jack-o-Lanterns

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