Queen of Rambles

First, I think Kisha has a new career opportunity. I was watching Noggin today (cable is fixed! Hurrah!) and they were showing scenes from the Dora Live production. Kisha’s $10 Halloween Swiper costume is almost a clone to the professionally made stage version:

I just found it funny that they had the same idea of using a hat to make the most of the costume. If we’d had a professional budget we totally could have made that costume! We being Kisha, of course. I just kind of looked at all the stuff and cried.

It was a lovely day out, so we spent a grand total of 6 1/2 hours at various parks. You’d think that would have worn the boyo out, but no. He didn’t go down till 9 pm. Ugh. At least I’m not the one who had to lay on the floor for 40 minutes while he flipped and flopped. One of these years I suppose no one will need to lay on the floor with him, but we aren’t quite there yet.

Have I mentioned how much I love our new neighborhood park? There are always nice kids there! Our old playground had a lot of teens and tweens hanging around, but they were always just skulking and cursing and not really playing. This park does have a few skulking teens, but the tweens all seem healthy and happy and they actually play. At one point most of the tweens left and there was a single 12 year old boy who was waiting for them to come back. Instead of sitting around being bored, he played with Erik and Erik’s little friend for a good 30 minutes until he sat on the bench, huffing and puffing because the boys wore him out. It was so great for Erik to get that kind of interaction from an older kid. Poor Erik was really confused. “Why are you so big? Are you the biggest? How did you get so big? Are you a boy or a daddy?” I wish the kid would have told him he ate a lot of vegetables. I guess 12 year olds aren’t really thinking about sending positive nutrition messages to preschoolers. Can’t say I blame them.

I also solved a mystery that has been bugging me since we moved to the area. One of the tweens is a Pat. Please tell me I am not dating myself by that SNL reference. Anyway, I have been wondering for weeks if it was a boy or a girl. I was coming down heavily on the side of boy because there is NOTHING but hairstyle to indicate girl. The clothing is boyish-gender neutral. The other friends are boys. The voice is gender neutral.

Today SHE got pissed when another one of the kids asked if she was a boy or girl. DUH! Boys don’t have long hair!

Oh. Guess she’s a she then.

Also, you aren’t a Catholic unless you go to church every Sunday.

Ah, the joys of youthful know-it-all-ness.

And now the news you are all waiting for. I don’t really like beating a dead horse, but I know that some you are such good friends that you really do care so I’ll let you in on what’s going on. Basically, I’m really confused. There’s lots of blood, but there was also a really fat positive line today–fatter than Wednesday’s (both morning urine). I don’t see how this isn’t a miscarriage with all the blood. My plan is to take another test on Sunday. If it is still showing positive I’ll call an OB on Monday and request to come in for a blood test to see exactly where the numbers are and if they are going up or down. I’ve read enough infertility blogs to know how all this works. I just don’t particularly want to apply these life lessons to myself. I am a cynic. I’d much rather be a wrong cynic than a wrong optimist, you know? Less hurt that way.

Tomorrow I am getting a pedicure for the first time in my life. I think they are going to massage my legs so I guess I better shave everything from my toes on up to my knees. My poor feet are in bad shape. My friend got me a bunch of foot creams and unguents for my birthday so they are already feeling a little better. Maybe the pedi will get them in good shape and the unguents will keep them in good shape. I really like that word. Unguents. It’s so ugly, yet so descriptive.

Unrelated to everything, my next preschool lesson will be cooking. You guys always come up with such great ideas that I’m turning to you now instead of the night before: ideas for preschool cooking lesson? Songs? Games? Recipes? We are no longer working from a set of premade lesson plans so I can do whatever I want. I think I will take a bunch of dried beans over and let them measure and scoop them, but I obviously want to do some real cooking too. My friend has a bunch of dried beans that she drags out for playdates and the kids love it. So simple, yet I never would have thought of something like that. I also want to have them put baking soda in a balloon, then pour vinegar into a water bottle. They’ll put the balloon over the bottle and dump the baking soda into the vinegar and the balloon will blow up. Very cool, though not really related to cooking. I’ll figure out some way to tie it in.

I guess I better go to bed. It feels weird knowing that there won’t be a BSG episode for me tomorrow.

I do have the complete set of BBC Life on Mars! Mike got it for my birthday. Good boy. I was surprised to learn that thought it is two seasons (or series as they say over there), it only has 16 episodes. I guess the US fans didn’t get ripped off too badly with the cancellation because we got 18 episodes (I think). I’m still pissed they cancelled it. I’m trying to resist watching The Unusuals, which is replacing it. I wasn’t interested until I saw Joan of Arcadia is one of the stars. Now I can’t resist.

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