Well, whaddya know. She didn't have a conniption or anything. I was bracing for a meltdown, but she held it together nicely and began threatening to show those empty suits what for.
Down, Ma. Down. Easy now.
So it's back to getting the house ready for winter this afternoon, while the weather's still decent. I'll be on a ladder, which is always good for laughs.
Watch for a blog detailing my job search shortly, where you'll be able to share in my struggles and laugh at my failures.
Showing posts with label Nana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nana. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
IN WHICH MY WIFE EARNED A YEAR OF BACK RUBS
Groveling is called for at this juncture. Anointing of feet as well.
Not that she asked beforehand, but the Nana went ahead and bought four tickets for a bus trip to see "Mary Poppins" on Broadway today - for herself, Noodle, Noodle's cousin, and my saintly sweet splendid sexy spouse. The sort of thing where there was no delicate way of backing out even though it gobbles an entire Sunday. Stuck on a bus for three hours down and three hours back, Her Awesomeness deftly battled the Nana's eccentricities while simultaneously entertaining the girls in all their squealiness.
I owe her bigtime.
Me and the Beast stayed home and had a splendid time doing Man Stuff, complete with lots of dangling-the-boy-upside-down-while-roaring behavior. We toured various area playgrounds, looked at lots of tractors, drew menacing stares from the geese who thought we had designs on their goslings, and saved a turtle that had strolled onto West Kerleys Corners Road without an appreciation for the hazards involved. There was even an Uneventful Nap, that rarest of phenomena.
It hardly mattered that there were simultaneous Noodle-n-Beast meltdowns when the ladies returned home. We're just glad it's all over with, at least until next month when I try to wheedle the wife into allowing that big trip to the Stadium.
Not that she asked beforehand, but the Nana went ahead and bought four tickets for a bus trip to see "Mary Poppins" on Broadway today - for herself, Noodle, Noodle's cousin, and my saintly sweet splendid sexy spouse. The sort of thing where there was no delicate way of backing out even though it gobbles an entire Sunday. Stuck on a bus for three hours down and three hours back, Her Awesomeness deftly battled the Nana's eccentricities while simultaneously entertaining the girls in all their squealiness.
I owe her bigtime.
Me and the Beast stayed home and had a splendid time doing Man Stuff, complete with lots of dangling-the-boy-upside-down-while-roaring behavior. We toured various area playgrounds, looked at lots of tractors, drew menacing stares from the geese who thought we had designs on their goslings, and saved a turtle that had strolled onto West Kerleys Corners Road without an appreciation for the hazards involved. There was even an Uneventful Nap, that rarest of phenomena.
It hardly mattered that there were simultaneous Noodle-n-Beast meltdowns when the ladies returned home. We're just glad it's all over with, at least until next month when I try to wheedle the wife into allowing that big trip to the Stadium.
Monday, May 12, 2008
THINGS I'LL NEVER DO AGAIN: THE MOTHER'S DAY BUFFET
Stupid choice by yours truly. Thought I'd be doing the Nana and Her Awesomeness a favor by taking them out for Mother's Day to a restaurant that they found favor with in previous visits. I won't throw them under the bus here, since they've been an excellent establishment otherwise. (I will tell you that they're not one of the places linked here under Food and Drink.)
Still.
The Mother's Day buffet is a HUGE restaurant cop-out. It's supposed to be about pampering mom, not making her stand in a cattle line waiting for mass-produced steam-table food. Lame, lame, lame. $19.95 a head worth of lame in this case, and even I can't eat twenty bucks' worth of steam-table bacon and eggs with pasta salad. The Nana actually wanted to go to Noodle's favorite diner in Elizaville, but overthinking things I idiotically insisted on bringing everybody to the "nice" place for brunch. My wife and I also learned yesterday that brunch is not a concept that resonates with the little ones. They're not hungry enough for lunch, and delaying breakfast is decidedly not an option.
Lessons learned.
Still.
The Mother's Day buffet is a HUGE restaurant cop-out. It's supposed to be about pampering mom, not making her stand in a cattle line waiting for mass-produced steam-table food. Lame, lame, lame. $19.95 a head worth of lame in this case, and even I can't eat twenty bucks' worth of steam-table bacon and eggs with pasta salad. The Nana actually wanted to go to Noodle's favorite diner in Elizaville, but overthinking things I idiotically insisted on bringing everybody to the "nice" place for brunch. My wife and I also learned yesterday that brunch is not a concept that resonates with the little ones. They're not hungry enough for lunch, and delaying breakfast is decidedly not an option.
Lessons learned.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
WHEN IN DOUBT, BRIBE
So we've hit on a strategy to get Noodle to fall asleep at night, minus freakout:
Baksheesh!
If she gets to sleep by herself ten times - and it doesn't have to be ten in a row or anything fancy - she gets an extra special gift from the Nana.
Tonight, Noodle bought into the deal after a few days of kvetching and what looked like it was going to be a hairy Saturday night. Out of the blue, she tells me "I'm going to try it myself tonight, Daddy."
Yeeeesssssss.
Baksheesh!
If she gets to sleep by herself ten times - and it doesn't have to be ten in a row or anything fancy - she gets an extra special gift from the Nana.
Tonight, Noodle bought into the deal after a few days of kvetching and what looked like it was going to be a hairy Saturday night. Out of the blue, she tells me "I'm going to try it myself tonight, Daddy."
Yeeeesssssss.
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