Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday night we arranged to have our babysitter Tina come over and keep an eye on Roan. We went to our neighborhood bowling alley and then out to hear live music afterwards. We had a good time, even though several folks were unable to make it. The band dedicated a couple of songs to Jen in honor of her birthday, she got in some dances with her handsome hubby, and we enjoyed gourmet cupcakes from a fabulous local bakery. It was a far cry from the raging party at Jen's last year, however, which left several folks (myself included) in pretty rough shape the next day. (Side note: When we got home our sitter mentioned in passing that she had just recovered from THE FLU the day before and how her cousins were joking with her that it was probably the Mexican swine flu. Ha ha ha. Hilarious. Needless to say since then we've been hanging on Roan's every sniffle and cough for signs of something dire...)
Sunday was Jen's actual birthday. Arwen celebrated by running the Cherry Creek Sneak, a 5 mile race. That was his longest run ever, go Arwen! And he finished up in time to meet up with the rest of our gang at Snooze, a breakfast favorite. We had already toasted with a couple of mmmimosas. Roan got all dressed up for the occasion. She was wearing an adorable dress she got last year for her first birthday (thanks Aunt Maxie & Aunt Susie!). She insisted on wearing the matching hat, her sunglasses (which have little skulls and crossbones on them - very chic), her silver heart necklace from Aunt Jen, and pink socks with her white patent leather dress shoes. When it comes to fashion, she is certainly her own girl. I'm pretty sure she gets it from her Aunt Jen. Here they are reading Roan's birthday card to Jen.
Roan has kept us all smiling lately. Nothing new there I guess. She speaks so well now, I've particularly been enjoying the few words she still says in toddler speak. For example, she will tell you all about how she saw a "scoober man" at the Aquarium with Lolli & G-Pop. On the way home from daycare last night she let out this huge belch. Arwen and I tried valiantly to supress our laughter while reminding her of her manners. She declared, "I gurped Daddy! 'Scuse me."
Last night when we got home she had a complete meltdown on the kitchen floor, out of nowhere. It's pretty typical for the first half hour after we get home in the evenings. It doesn't phase us anymore. I just step around her, cooking dinner, periodically making (rebuffed) offers of hugs or milk or snacks. And then as suddenly as it hit, it's gone and she's back to her delightful self. We had fun making sushi rolls and horsing around with Daddy and in the bath. She was such a gem I let the bedtime routine stretch out longer than I probably should. I figure you gotta soak up those precious moments when you can.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Claire and Roan
Roan in her poncho (decorated with stickers), walking Sasha
Friday, April 17, 2009
So this past Wednesday we went to a playgroup with some of our friends. I thought I'd post some pictures. It was a gorgeous day. Hard to believe it's snowing outside now!
Are those legwarmers to die for or what?!
As you can tell she had a blast. So did I. I had missed hanging out with all my mommy friends.
Roan has been doing great this week. Did I mention how well potty training is going? She's able to wear big girl panties much of the time, and sometimes even wakes up dry from her nap. Sometimes she has back to back accidents, but sometimes she stays dry all day. She still won't poop in the potty. But she is making progress! And she's so proud of herself.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Then on Friday Jen took the day off and I took a half day for some girls' spa time. We got massages, facials, and a hot foot bath. It was incredible! I felt like a million bucks! And it was nice to take time to relax like that right before getting ready for Roan's big party.
Friday, April 03, 2009
The teachers said she was in the greatest mood all day, as if she just knew it was her day. She was reported at one point yesterday to be sitting in the sandbox singing "Happy birthday to Roan, happy birthday to Roan..."
After school we raced home, where we met Uncle Micah and Aunt Jen for a birthday dinner and a few more presents. I didn't get many still photos because I was mostly taking videos. But here are a couple.
I completely forgot that I knit her a cute little red dress. This is a photo of it before it was finished, just so you can see the details. It ties at the shoulders.
Here she is wearing it. She definitely seemed to like it.
She got some new barettes, some elmo panties, some stickers, lots more new books, a little stuffed octopus (named Inky) and a pink flamingo (named Pinky), the garage toy pictured below, and a few other odds and ends. She was very appreciative. Already Green Eggs and Ham seems to be a new favorite (we listened to Gramps' recording of it on the way to school) and she has been toting Pinky and Inky around with her everywhere. Thanks to everyone who sent cards, gifts, calls and good thoughts. They were all appreciated! I will post some videos as soon as I can.
This morning turned out to be a little more eventful than I bargained for. Arwen woke up feeling badly, so I did the mad scramble to get Roan ready for school solo. When I got back from dropping her off he said, "I've got a present for you, honey." It was a bucket of puke. A very full bucket. At least it made it into the bucket, which is an improvement over the last time he had a tummy bug. Once I finished taking care of that unpleasant mess, I made it downstairs to my desk just in time for an Outlook reminder to pop up. Ding! Roan's 2 year checkup. So I had to run back to the car, take Roan out of school, race over to the Doctor's office and have her appointment. I was in such a hurry I didn't have her diaper bag, so when she begged for snacks and wet her diaper was helpless. Oh well. One shot, a little screaming and one mango lollipop later we were back in the car on our way back to daycare. By the time I managed to sit down at my desk half the day was gone!
But at least I'm feeling better than Arwen is today. He hasn't managed to get off the couch. The bummer is we had a date night planned, with a sitter lined up and everything. Oh well. Roan and I are still going to go for it. He can have a quiet night at home without us, which is probably the nicest thing I can do for him.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
You are standing over a mixing bowl at 10 o'clock at night with one firm vision in your mind: purple cupcakes with sprinkles on top. You are steely-eyed and nothing could divert your focus. You have arrived at this point through careful planning and preparation. The potato salad you need for tomorrow's potluck at work is already made and cooling in the fridge. Why you insisted on making it from scratch rather than buying storebought as any rational human being would have done defies all logic.
You have laid out the boxed yellow cake mix and ready-made frosting on the counter in front of you. Both of these items represent a serious compromise of your ideals that still gives you pause. Boxed cake mix? What a travesty. It's not even organic. Would the other children's mothers be appalled if they knew? They work too, you assure yourself. Surely they would understand. And the frosting. If you were looking for convenience, you could have bought purple straight out of the can, but you opted for the reduced sugar version, which only came in white. You will have to add red and blue food coloring to create the purple color yourself. Surely this earns you some sort of credit in Mommy Heaven.
With the oven preheating you move on to your next task, and already the first disaster strikes: a shortage of cupcake liners. Quick, you think, is there any homemade substitute for cupcake liners? Don't be ridiculous! What are you going to do, use coffee filters? Ok, don't panic. We'll just use spray olive oil in the cupcake pan. That should work. Please God let it work.
With the batter thoroughly mixed, you study the back of the box for cooking details. High altitude adjustments: None. Yeah right. If these go flat, so help me Betty Crocker! you idly threaten. Now where does it tell you how full to fill the cupcake liners? Is it 3/4? 1/2? An overfull liner leads to a messy disaster, you know well from experience. You scour the box. Nothing. Going to have to make a best guess and go for it. You fill each cupcake liner in the tray 3/4 full. As you're pouring batter into the last one, you look back at the box. Dammit! The one spot you didn't check. 2/3 full. Crap. You start spooning batter out of each liner and back into the bowl. What a mess.
The first batch goes into the oven. Time to get going on the icing. You grab the two sets of food coloring from out of the pantry. The red is missing from the first pack, but that's why you have two packs, you smirk to yourself. Then disaster! The red in the second pack is completely dried up. Damn this dry climate! Ok, think. Think. Inspiration! You remember the frozen cubes of beets in the freezer and how they turned your hands red when you were pureeing them. You get one out and defrost it. You mix a small dab into the white frosting and smile to yourself as it turns petal pink. You can't even taste the beets. There is no disputing it: you are officially a genius. Now for the blue. Again blue is missing from pack 1. You grab the blue from the second pack, and gasp at how little is left.
Will there be enough? Please don't leave me with pink cupcakes. Anything but pink! You squeeze out a few drops and mix it in. Not enough. Still pink. You squeeze in every last drop of blue and pray as you fire up the electric mixer. Your anxiety gradually melts into a feeling of calm tranquility as the icing in the bowl before you transforms to a pale lavender color.
You take a moment while you're waiting to quietly reflect. How can it be that the sum total of your worth as a human being has gotten wrapped up in these silly cupcakes? She's only two. It's not like she'll ever know the difference. All you can do is shrug your shoulders.
At exactly 17 minutes when the timer beeps you take out the first batch. Golden perfection. They are 12 yellow happy faces smiling up at you saying "Ice me! Ice me!" Not until you cool off, little darlings. You quietly wonder whether you are losing your mind.
When the last bit of frosting goes on and the sprinkles are all sprinkled, you take a photo for posterity. Yes. You have definitely lost your mind. But hey, you have two dozen purple cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles on top to show for it.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Roan tells me she's excited about her birthday too. I've been asking her "What's going to happen on Thursday Roan?" and she replies "Gonna have my happy birthday. Like Audrey. Be two. Baloon for me. Eat cake," and so on. Suffice it to say, she's stoked.
Arwen & I (well mostly me) agonized over what to get her for her big day. We looked at a bunch of cute things. A wagon and an elmo balance bike made it to the short list. But ultimately we went with a toy she can play with indoors. It's a classic, one I can remember playing with for hours and hours. I hope she likes it as much as I did!
I have a bunch of photos to upload... hopefully will do that soon!