Friday, August 30, 2013
Labels: Another Day Another Playdate
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
"How was school today, Bob? What did you do?'
"You know, the usual."
"No I don't actually know. What's the usual?"
"We did some stuff about vowels and consonants and I had to say which letters in my name were vowels and which were consonants and I did it right so I got a sticker."
"That sounds good. Anything else?"
"Some girl chased me around the playground a lot but that's it."
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Labels: boys is boys
Sunday, August 25, 2013
A scene from Teddy's vacation.
My friend Heather wrote this a few months ago. Due to Bob's recent worship of all things Minecraft, I now truly get it.
Stanley Kubrick's amazing photos of the New York City subway. Wonderful.
And happy, frolicking cows.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
"It's time to go. You ready?"
"Mom, I'm kind of worried about first grade and I don't want to go."
"Worried why, Bud?"
"Because it's going to be hard with all the reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading reading and I'm not good at that yet."
"You've got a good start on it and you'll learn more this year."
"But Felix and Desmond are in other classes from me. Am I ever going to see them again for my whole life?"
"Of course. You'll see them everyday at recess and you'll still get together with them after school sometimes."
"Okay, but I'm going to need a quesadilla in my lunch today."
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Tomorrow Bob will start first grade. His kindergarten was a half day so this will be his first time with a full day schedule. It feels like a big deal. This is a day I have both waited for and dreaded for a number of years. I'm a little worried about separation anxiety. Mine, not Bob's. Bob will do great.
I have longed for the day when I would have more time to get things done. And now? I'm not exactly sure what those things are. I am sure this is a momentary lapse and these free hours will become packed quickly with The Busy. In the meantime, there might be a little wall staring and house wandering.
I have loved my time with small Bob. I feel fortunate to have been in the position to stay home with him. Faced with this new season, I know I will love my time with bigger Bob too. However, my job description is changing. My little boss will need me a teeny bit less and in different ways. I'm not sure what this will look like yet or how I will wear it. I can't decide if it feels like a promotion or a demotion. Maybe it's a lateral move.
I will miss him.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
We checked into a resort just an hour from the house. We wanted a little getaway before school started. The place was on the beach, had three pools, water slides, and was dog friendly so we could bring Teddy.
Bob was an immediate fan of the place and the cookies that were waiting for us at the reception desk. I had a sore throat and a runny nose. I felt stylish as I carried around a box of Kleenex and a little sleepy from the antihistamines I took in the car. There was a Starbucks in the hotel so I powered on with a venti drip.
The next day the guys went to the pool then took Teddy to the beach. I had chills and a fever so I stayed behind in the room watching hour after hour of a House Hunters marathon. After drifting in and out of sleep, I realized that a hotel room is the best place to be sick. Everything is clean and soft and quiet and I had nothing to do with making it that way. The unlimited HGTV was another plus.
The next day I was able to sit poolside while Bob played Marco Polo with some new friends. I then returned to the room and enjoyed a Love It Or List It marathon. To stay hydrated, I developed my own drinking game. I took a sip of water anytime someone on the show said the words, "open concept living room." I was feeling better.
For dinner we ate a trough of nachos and then made s'mores over a fire-pit by the jacuzzi. Teddy was exhausted from all of his time chasing waves. Jeff had only checked work emails twice. Bob had found tiny crabs in the sand at the beach. I had gotten enough rest to run through my cold quickly.
I hope Groupon will run a special on hotel suites during flu season.
Labels: travels with Rosenbergs
Monday, August 19, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
George Saunders advice to graduates - a lovely essay about kindness and life.
Fascinating - 40 maps that will help you make sense of the world.
And a baby elephant playing in a kiddie pool.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
"Are you done with dinner yet, Mom? Are we going soon? I'm so sleepy from camp and doing the archery bullseyes and the hike and everything."
"It's going to be a few more minutes, Honey."
"Can I put my head in your lap? So sleepy..."
"We're just going to get some coffee and look at a dessert menu."
"Dessert? Forget what I said before. I'm up. Very up."
Labels: sleep tight
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Leaving our front doors unlocked so that me and Laura and Danny (from down the street) can walk into each others houses whenever we want.
Corn on the cob. (Except the part where it gets stuck in your teeth and then you have to use one of those weird plastic floss pick things in the shape of a shark to get it out but you can’t do it so you have to get your mom to do it and that is like the worst thing in your life. But the corn part is still good.)
Trips to see family and beaches and trees and that place where there’s fireflies.
Playing with the basketball team in the gym with the air conditioning.
Eating dinner in the backyard.
Day camp with Brandon and Felix. And swimming there and hikes. But not the Frisbee games because sometimes, a lot, I get hit with the Frisbee when I’m supposed to catch it.
Dad sometimes gets home from work when it’s still light outside.
Wearing shorts every day instead of zipper pants.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
"Tell me about camp today, Bob."
"Me and Brandon swam and did a hike where we saw a lizard, as usual. Then Carl my favorite counselor taught us a song that was either in another language or maybe a made up kind of language. We did Frisbee tag and then I made this plastic thing that you're supposed to tie in knots but I didn't want to.
"It's supposed to be a lanyard, I think."
"I don't know what a lay-nerd is but I'm calling it a squid, Mom. That's what it looks like. A squid."
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
"... and then my sister Laura saved my life by pulling me into the part of the water that wasn't so deep. I could have died, Bob."
"But why didn't you just freestyle out of there?"
"I couldn't swim. I still can't."
"Danny, I've got an idea. I can swim. We can go to the pool and I can be your teacher. I can get you all learned up."
Labels: Another Day Another Playdate
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
"So, Mom? I'll tell you one more time again. You move these cupcakes and other stuff up here like that and sometimes the King Pig eats them. See? Like this. And then sometimes he burps out flies and sometimes it's fish bones but sometimes he burps out these little things that keep all of your stuff together so it can't break and sometimes he burps out these magnets and sometimes it's these tube-y things that I can't really explain. Now do you get it?"
Labels: High Five
Thursday, August 8, 2013
"Hey, Bob. I was mining under that big rock in my backyard and I was like 'brrrrrrreat brrrrrreat."
"You mean like 'goooooj gooooj?' Like that, Felix?'
"It was more of a 'rerererererer."
"Did you find anything?"
"I hit something hard. I think it was a rock or maybe... an underground hidden city."
"Yeah. That's cool. I like rocks."
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
"Hey, Bud. How was your first day of summer camp?"
"It was great."
"What did you do?"
"We swam and did archery and campfire songs and a bunch of stuff. Oh, and I saw a lizard in the wild."
"Nice. I'm glad you liked it."
"It was good except one thing. It's verrry tiring. There should be more sitting."
Labels: He's retiring to a condo in Boca
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
I have nicknames for Bob. Obviously, Bob itself is a diminutive of Robert. I mean other nicknames. I do not know where they came from but they are here and they do not seem to be going away. In a typical day, most of these names will be used at least once. I last made a list when Bob was three. Following is an updated, and somewhat abbreviated, list.
My Sweet Love
Don't get me started on my nicknames for the dog.