The week in review

I haven't been blogging much lately, I know, I'm sorry. My internet time has suffered in the past few weeks. Firstly, Amelia has decided that she is a mountain goat. I can't just put her down and let her crawl around the room randomly eating paper anymore. No, that was the easy phase. Now she'd decided to up her risk level and climb on top of the furniture to see if we're hiding paper from her on say, the back of the sofa, or the top of the shelves. If I leave her alone for a second to throw the laundry in the dryer (this makes me sound productive and multi-tasking) or say, check in on my blogroll (this makes me sound neglectful and lazy) she immediately trots over to Fiona's desk and climbs on top of it. The better to reach for the big, scary, dangerous and teetery shelves or the hot, hot, lamp of burnitude.

Secondly, I've been trying to do more reading. I was missing the days when I'd read a book every couple of days and needed to have a good big binge. In the past couple of weeks I've gone through a whole stack of my backlog. It was like when you take a warm loaf of homemade bread out of the oven and tear off big chunks that you can barely swallow before you're stuffing more in your mouth. Oh, you don't do that? Um, me neither.

So, here are some accumulated stories from the past week:

• Fiona, as we all sat on the couch together, looked disdainfully at her sister and said, "If I was a baby right now, I would be a MUCH better baby than Amelia."

• I tried to get Amelia into her car seat the other day and she bucked and fought and put up a big fuss. Oh, poor thing, she's tired, I thought, I'm sure she'll fall asleep any minute. Then she cried for what seemed like forever, only falling asleep when we were two minutes away from our destination. She woke up as soon as the car stopped and I bundled her inside. Only then did I notice the enormous, egg-shaped Weeble that Fiona had stuck inside her hood that had been pressing into her back the entire car ride. Yay, I'm such a good mother!

• I went to the kindergarten open house at Fiona's soon-to-be school. I love it. It's such a nice, small neighborhood school. The classes were small, the kids were having a fantastic time while we were there and I loved both of the all-day kindergarten teachers. They had lots of parent helpers in the class today and it really makes me want to find something work-wise that would allow me to volunteer once in a while. I can't wait for Fiona to start, but then I get a little teary thinking about it. The supply list just about pushed me over the edge. Elmer's Glue! (For my KINDERGARTNER.) Box of Crayola Markers! (For my enormous public-school attending kindergartner.) One box Kleenex. (For the whole class of kindergartners to wipe their snotty little noses). One backpack. (To put on my great big, grown-up kindergartner.) I guess I still have six months to work myself up about it, I'll save some of the kindergarten angst for later.

• Andre won the Oscar competition for, like, the millionth year in a row. I think he must be some sort of mutant whose only super power is the ability to predict the Oscars.

I guess that's it. Amelia's chewing on a power cord, so I guess my reprieve is over.