Little Book Lost

It is with a little sadness that I post today, after nearly an entire summer and most of fall have gone by since my last post. You see, I carry a little black book around with me everywhere in my purse. It's the place that I jot down all the cute things that the kids say, the situations they get into, and just generally stuff I don't want to forget. I have done this for the last 2 years, keeping track of things as innocuous as Jakob getting a good behavior star at school to special recipes, books to read, and the kids' heights/ weights at the doctor's office. I love my little book.

But now it is gone.

We ran the Nike marathon in San Francisco on 10/19/08, and we got to spend a few extra days in Napa Valley after the race. I was basically robbed by Hertz for the amount of money I paid for the Ford Focus we rented, and was charged $55 for being 20 minutes late returning the car, since they closed the interstate due to a semi-truck crash complete with massive fuel spill. TWENTY MINUTES, FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS. Over something I had no control over. ANYWAY, in our haste to get out of the car lest another minute cost me another hundred bucks, my little black book got left behind. We've called lost and found numerous times and no one will return our call. It is now 2 weeks later. I'm heartbroken.

However, it is a good reminder to take my little book out of my purse more often and blog its findings in the forever-enduring world of cyberspace. I miss you, little black book, and all the memories recorded that I'll never recall without you. And Hertz, I'm not real happy with you!

Mitten Man Knows it All

Jakob insisted on wearing his winter mittens to bed tonight. I snapped this a few minutes ago, and he was none the wiser. That boy can sleep through anything!

It was a bit of a rough night as we took them to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner and he kept jumping up & down on the booth cushion, and running his Spiderman car up the windows separating us from the bar area, annoying the people on the other side. He would not listen to us at all. Later, in the bathtub, he got a little crazy with throwing water around (a common issue around here) the floor and ceiling, and proceeded to tangle up the cords to the blinds above the bathtub and get the blinds all askew-- this is a BIG NO-NO, he KNOWS he is not supposed to mess with the blinds-- and Mia promptly ratted him out. As punishment he wasn't allowed to watch Spiderman & His Amazing Friends tonight before bed; he still got to watch Little Mermaid, which Mia picked, but he couldn't BELIEVE we weren't caving and letting him watch Spiderman. I rocked and sang to him a lot though this evening and we talked about behaving, but I doubt he will remember by tomorrow.

On another note, he knows his state capitals! They have been learning about different states as part of summer preschool camp, and out of nowhere late last week, he just started naming states and capitals. It is very funny to here him say "Tallahassee" and "Sacramento." He likes to joke around, as in if YOU ask him about the capitals (instead of HIM bringing it up), he will answer "Pheonix" for all of them, grinning the whole time. I love my funny boy!

Hannah Boatanna and Mamma Mia

Mia, yesterday at Target whil walking past a rack of Hannah Montana merchandise: "Oh, Mom, look-- there's Hannah Boatanna. You have to be 8 years old to get her stuff."
We haven't jumped on the Hannah Montana generated buzz-- the kids have never watched it, but I guess she's heard about it at school.
My other favorite thing she says is "Panpakes" instead of "pancakes"

Jakob-- watching a commercial for the new Mamma Mia movie-- put it all together, pointed at me, and said "mommy, it's a show about you and Mia! You're the Mamma, she's the Mia!"
Pretty slick for a 4 y/o!

My Tiny Dancer & Curious Climber

The kids were so cute tonight-- I had TIVO'd America's Got Talent from last week, & Mia watched it with me-- the last act was a guy singing "Ain't too Proud to Beg," (he was awesome), and Mia went CRAZY dancing! She was watching herself in the fireplace glass the whole time-- she made me rewind the entire song 4 times so she could keep dancing, gyrating her hips all around and making these herky-jerky moves watching her reflection. I asked her if she wanted me to dance with her, and she said, no, she was the best dancer so I should just stay on the couch. She also told me earlier that she was prettier and that my mom & I were just "OK."

Jakob,after getting his bath, got dressed in his Batman jammies and we caught him in our room, watching Spiderman, climbing almost all the way to the top of the bedpost!!! I got pictures of him doing it-- one when he didn't know I was taking it, and the other with him grinning like "You caught me!" HILARIOUS.

Sing me The You Love Me Song, Mom

-Jakob requested the "Sing me The You Love Me Song, Mommy" again tonight. He means "The More I See You." I told him I didn't know which song he meant, that he'd have to sing it for me first so I'd remember it. So he did! It was about the cutest thing ever, this little 4 y/o voice changing around all the words--
The More you see me, the more mommy loves me
Somehow this feeling just grows and grows
Whenever my mommy's lost, she is so lost without me
So sad without me, and so it goooo-oes
Can you imagine that my Mommy loves me so much
The more you see me, as years go by
You know the only one for you could only be me
Your arms won't free me
My mommy's heart won't try

Now only did he make my heart melt, I was truly amazed he remembered virtually ALL the lyrics, and also (mostly) appropriately changed all the grammar!
He got, like, 5 extra songs tonight for his cuteness. :)

Disgustamondo

My big toenail on my right foot ripped completely off last night, as I jumped up from the table to make sure Jakob wasn't going to fall off the stepstool he was climbing on.

Ouch. It actually didn't hurt that bad. It was basically dead ever since a 15K race I did back in March. I had had to drill a hole in it to relieve the pressure, and after the initial pain then (which I swear hurt more than my c-section), it hasn't bothered me. I have just kept cute shades of blue/ green/ purple nail polish on it and no one was the wiser of how gross it looked.

The only thing that hurt from it getting ripped all the way off was my feelings. Now I'm on a quest to find a pedicurist who will make me a new acrylic toenail. The sites I've read online on SpaGeek.com and a few others say it is indeed possible but that it'll have to be put on with prosthetic glue. So anyone know where I find that? I'm thinking Dermabond won't work. Hmm. Well, that'll be my online project for tonight if I ever get another break-- full house on L&D, 2 sick patients on the floor, and 4 people on Magnesium. I think I'll have my hands full!

Where's Daddy's Wii?

My twins cleaned up the family room all by themselves and let me into the room to show off their job. They did a fabulous job, just maybe a little too well...

Fred asked them, "Guys, Where's Daddy's Wii?"
"We put it away, Daddy."
"OK-- where did you put it? You know, Daddy's Wii Fit board?"
"Oh, we don't know where we put it Daddy. We forget."