Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Especially since we got our property tax info in the mail today. It's good news, I guess - it went down. Way down. Again. So we're saving money for the second year in a row. But wow, does that make our house really not worth much. Throwing around numbers, assuming things bounce back even this year, it'll be another 5-7 years before we can consider making a profit on this baby. So. Since Roman may go to high school here after all, I've been trying to think of all the reasons I like being in this city. To be honest, it's been kind of hard. But here are my top 10:
10. Our house is close to the elementary school.
9. We have a walkable/bikable neighborhood.
8. I am within 5 miles of some of my favorite stores: Costco, Target, CVS, Kohl's, Meijer, Toys R Us, Michael's...
7. There are kids Roman's age on our street that aren't going anywhere, either.
6. We have a great church and great church family.
5. There is a library within walking distance.
4. The layout of our main living area is nice.
3. Easy access via freeways to get to a major mall (and work, Doug points out).
2. My choice of hospital emergency rooms, depending on the reason for going.
1. Detroit Zoo & Henry Ford Museum.
Honestly, that took me about 15 minutes to come up with. I'll have to keep working on it.
Monday, February 23, 2009
An example would be what occurred last weekend. Roman had been playing with Legos and they were spread all over the place at the bottom of the stairs. Doug told Ro he needed to clean them up. “Okay,” Ro said. Doug went upstairs and started doing stuff, (here’s the key!), got distracted, and 15 minutes later goes downstairs to find Roman fiddling with the Legos and not one had been put back in the bucket. So predictable pattern: Doug gets mad that Roman didn’t follow directions, Ro starts getting upset and defensive, then starts crying, and I swoop in to play middle-man and fix everything (and then often Doug and I get to arguing instead of sticking to the problem at hand).
So we really need to do better at quite a few things in that scenario: stick close by to make sure Roman is doing what he’s told to do, a better reaction than yelling when he doesn’t do what we ask, and stop dividing ourselves in front of Roman. Legos are a minor issue, but I can see if this pattern continues that things could get much worse.
In the scheme of things, however, we do believe Ro still has a movement/hyperactivity problem that needs to be addressed. The psych. took our questionnaires and the results will be discussed at this coming appt.
A rare photo of our subject - still! I haven't played with the lighting yet, but it was taken a week ago when he was so sick, he fell asleep on the couch right before dinner. I love it, though - beautiful eyelashes, perfect face. Just beautiful.
Otherwise he's doing normal 5-year-old stuff. He enjoys kindergarten and is reading more and more. Still has Star Wars on the brain most of the time, but is beginning to branch out into Indiana Jones and Speed Racer, which we borrowed from the library and the race scenes sent him over the moon. 2 bad words in it, but he hasn't noticed yet. We have noticed more and more that he doesn't actually *play* with toys, just fiddles with them. Not sure if this is normal or not. He has shown renewed interest in coloring and playing with my stamps, especially now that he can write people's names and short messages on paper. I bought him a small notepad at the Dollar Castle and he calls it his "diary."
He asks a lot about his world now, trying to organize his thoughts. For example, the diary. He wanted to know what one was, then pronounced that it was a "girl" thing. When I explained that boys can keep them too, to keep track of important days or events, he decided then he wanted to have one. He also keeps track of our moods on his own "mood chart" and marks whether we have been happy, sad, mad, or normal. Pretty neat boy!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Roman was told by his ped. that he has a virus and the temps are hanging on longer than usual. If he still has a temp in a couple more days, we have to go back again. He's losing his voice, which is pretty funny.
I went to the dr. today after completing my own 4th day of a sore throat. Surprise! sinus infection. 2x a year, without fail. Hopefully this is my "spring" version and I won't run into it again.
By the end of this weekend we should be all healthy... too bad I have 3 meetings and a field trip to get through by this time tomorrow. All I want is sleep!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
I rather like being the breadwinner. I enjoyed those couple weeks with Doug home in the morning, helping me with the boys getting ready for the day. I only had to leave the house with one boy - the one who can gather his own things and put on his own coat. Doug did the errands and phone calls that either don't get done or get done in the evening, and so we could spend more time together those couple weeks. I had the option of staying after school to correct papers or prep the next few days, which is my best time to work. I had the option of coming home after I dropped Roman at school to chat with Doug or catch up on... anything. In short, I could be my own boss again, staying late when I wanted, going in when I wanted, and the kids? They were taken care of. I wasn't being run by the clock anymore. Well, at least not the "pick him up by 3:56pm or we're charging you $7" clock.
I freely admit - it's selfish. Of course I'm glad Doug gets to work, both for his state of mind and our bank account. But I have irritation with his company. We had to go through a lot of decisions, phone calls, and a few people are bending over backward to help us out with the daycare side of things. And with one quick conversation with his boss, now we have to go back and undo it all. Thanks for making all those phone calls for us, Ms. Ann - but Roman's going back to school-care after all. And now has to stay late a night because I had made alternate plans thinking Doug was home.
Thanks for putting all that info in the computer and allowing us 3 weeks off, Ms. Pat - but now it's just 2 weeks. It seems that we keep changing dates and we're on, we're off, we're on again... can't Doug's company just get their act together? Do they not get we're trying to coordinate an entire family here?
Supposedly this should be the end of Doug's layoffs. I am quite wary of it now. I don't believe it, and I don't trust them. Doug points out I should just enjoy the good news and stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it's amazing how quickly one learns to live hanging on the edge, and it's quite difficult to immediately say "it's all better now." One cool thing about the recall is that Doug is one of only two people at the company who can do this particular job they need done next week (can't let out any trade secrets!), so along with him working, he gets validation that his skills are valued. And that does make me happy.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Roman and I went to the library today. When we were ready to check out, he said, "Wait! We should get a book about Obama!" I asked him if he wanted to know more about our new president. "Oh, yes." He was just so earnest about it, and he wants to be so grown up. However - they were all checked out! So we settled on a Star Wars graphic novel.
Charlie has naturally curly hair. This winter it has been hard to see except for a couple spots on the back of his head, but today (as it got up to mid-40s and humid a little) his hair was curled all over.
We got a "Magic Bullet" for Christmas from some friends. It's awesome. We process almost all our dinners for Charlie now; he has recently had ravioli, roast beef & carrots, and Hamburger Helper. And has eaten it all. Yum!
Charlie has begun initiating games with Roman. This evening he tried twice; once while he was cruising along the couch, and Roman was sitting with his legs crossed, Charlie grabbed Ro's toes and started mouthing his ankle and making growling noises. Roman burst into belly laughs while Charlie's eyes just sparkled. A little while later, Charlie popped up again at the couch and tossed one of Roman's socks on the book Ro was looking at. Roman tossed it back, and thus began a good 5 minute game of "toss the sock" with Charlie giggling more and more. I love seeing how they interact. Even though we keep telling him, I know Roman has no idea how important he is to Charlie.
Roman told me twice today, spontaneously, that he loves me. I rarely hear it intitated by him, so what a great day!