Thursday, April 17, 2014

Just How Do I Get Myself Into This Kind of Mess?

When we moved to NY about 18 months ago I was desperate to find friends. In the past I had typically started out any time in a new city by becoming friends with people in my religious community.  Due to some weird things about my religious community here that wasn't really an option here. I met a couple of friends there but really needed to find more friends.  So I did what anyone in my situation might do.  I turned to one of my best friends--the internet.

I joined meetup and started going out to meet friends.  I didn't meet any dear dear friends online but I did meet plenty of people who had kids my age and who I could hang out with.  One of my meetup groups did a co-op summer camp which was one of the best things I have ever done for my kids...ever.  

Last fall the organizer of that group told us that she would be moving in the next year and wanted to find someone to take over the group.  Before I could even stop myself I said, "if you can't find anyone else I could do it."

Guess what.

No one else volunteered.  So now I'm the organizer of the group.  When I volunteered I didn't know that I would be expecting and that we would be trying to move into a new house right at the exact same time that I would need to take over the group.  I also forgot that I don't really like organizing parties and play dates and events and having to meet new people.  (I am thinking of cross stitching this and hanging it on my wall)

But I've been trying to take a more Buddhist view of life (hello closing on our house being delayed and every Monday they tell us that we should know more by the end of the week--we never do) and am trying to accept that it is what it is.  That's my new chant.  It is what it is.  So today was the Playgroup Easter egg hunt.  

It was totally fun and the kids went crazy.



Noah did not collect a single egg but did collect sticks and handfuls of soil. He picked up an egg at one point but put it back down because he saw some soil that looked good. 



Of course I did eat two bowls of ice cream after we got home but hey...it is what it is.

*p.s.  I have not downloaded Goldfinch yet but I will.  I'm planning on having it read in the next month. Okay maybe 6 weeks.  It is more than 750 pages long people

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Reading Assignement?

  


They just announced the winner for this year's Pulitzer for fiction and its Donna Tartt's book Goldfinch.  I haven't read it and it's a doozy (more than 750 pages) but how can we not support a woman who wins the Pulitzer?  We have to.  It's our moral obligation.




Anyone want to read it with me?  Now that I'm out of the haze of reading the Divergent series (loved it) I'm ready to tackle a little more hefty read.

Anyone?

Thursday, April 3, 2014

An announcement

Someone gave us this shirt in a pile of hand-me-downs. I'd say we're making this announcement just in the nick of time because in a week or two there is no way that shirt is going to go over that belly.


Baby girl Mathews coming this fall

Saturday, March 22, 2014

This week



This week was a doosy.  Every minute seemed filled with responsibilities and assignements and it shows. My dishes haven't been done in 2 days and every corner of my house is filled with things that haven't been out away or that need to be mended. There are two books on the counter that need to be taped up because Noah ripped pages out of them, the fake jewels on Claire's play ring fell off and both ring and jewels are floating on the counter somewhere between the science projects and art projects we did for preschool this week.  And there are counting bears.  Oh are there counting bears. The dishes haven't been done in two days and yesterday the hubby's went to pull something out of the dryer and I hadn't turned it on--on Monday when I did laundry. Oh the stink.  

That being the state of my house i was sorely tempted this morning to send the kids to the park with their dad while I cleaned for a little while. The trouble is that this crazy week hasn't really provided for family time either.  The hubbs and I have been a little like strangers who happen to sleep in the same bed (except when the kids get scared and I sleep on the futon close to their room.). And as I looked over my flithy house I thought about that and had to make a decision about the few short hours we have together on Saturday mornings before I go to work.  I decided to let the mess lie. We grabbed a stale loaf of bread and went to the park to feed ducks and play on the slides (the hubbs is a masterful park player and always had both kids squeeling with delight when he comes with us to the park).  It was cold and Claire left saying that we should have brought more bread but I actually got to talk to my family and I got to walk along holding hands with my husband and my kids.

There isn't a right or a wrong decision in these types of situation--there are just decisions. It is what it is. Today I'm glad I picked feeding ducks with my kids (though can we say that Noah fed the ducks because he ate every piece of bread that we handed to him?).  Tomorrow when we're having guests for dinner I will probably regret it (I will be sad I didn't clean but I will be sadder that I didn't go to the grocery store--what can you do with a little bacon which is all we have in the fridge right now...we have some cheese. Bacon pizza?  It's worth a shot)




Friday, March 14, 2014

A Day in the Life

Today at preschool we celebrated St Patrick's day. 



We bejeweled tummies


We ate the rainbow and made shamrock hats











But we didn't catch a single leprechaun. 


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Hey Groundhog. We Get It

The high this week was 30.  Monday we are supposed to get 6-12 inches of snow.  Heaven help us this has been a long cold winter.  On Monday I tutored a student who was writing a paper on this poem by Robert Frost.

Aquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 

I almost teared up as I was reading it with him because that is what this winter has felt like--I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.  And even the goods things in my life can not get past this long cold snowy night of winter

We're trying to buy a house. We are cautiously optimistic. We're still waiting on an appraisal but we should know next week if all is going to go ahead. And then in April we will take possession of our own little postage stamp sized piece of heaven in the Bronx. You would think that means that you can no longer diss the Yankees or the Jets but actually it our new neighborhood it means you can't diss the Irish Football League.  Lots of families, lots of kids and lots of parks within walking distance.  High ceilings, wood floors and narrow rickety staircases and by the time we are there daffodils. Lots and lots of daffodils (which people in New York call tulips even though they clearly are not tulips).  There's hope in that right?

He's a terrible picture I took driving by while the car behind me honked for slowing down.

Monday, February 24, 2014

A Rose by Any Other Name

They're called duplos or Legos but that's not quite the right term.....


Something more like "the toy that is perfectly designed to disable any person who happens to be walking around barfoot" seems like it might be closer.  My kids take turns trying to walk across them in some masochistic test of courage. It's actually pretty hilarious.

And have I told you about my new way to buy toys? eBay people. They sell Duplos by the pound.