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Home two years...

Two years ago I posted this:

http://comeundone.typepad.com/come_undone/2007/07/holy-shit-im-a-.html

Kate!

After riding the adoption rollercoaster for a few years, my buddy Kate has finally met her daughter. She is currently awaiting a court date. Since our match up as Secret Blog Pals almost 3 years ago, Kate has become a great friend. Her weekly phone calls, whimsical emails and blog comments are highlights in my life. (Really, Kate.)  She opened her doors to me and Zach when we were in St. Pete meeting our son, and we are forever grateful. Now that her process is almost done, it's time for me to give back and celebrate this time with her...but she's in Russia...on her own.

How about an online shower?

Debbie and I are working to make this happen. Debbie, by the way, is responsible for setting me up with Kate, my Secret Blog Pal...thanks Debbie!  (Who knew a normal person like Kate would get along so well with someone like ME?)

If you'd like to join the party, please visit
http://shower4kate.wordpress.com/. 
Details will be posted on this site.

By the way, I am not providing cake or coffee. You guys can make that stuff for yourselves!

*sigh*

Just want everyone to know that potty training will never happen because MY SON CHANGES HIMSELF.  I don't know what else to say...

 

(posing in winter jammies with a blue tongue)

Camp makes him tired

a post. finally.

Maintaining this block has been difficult. I either don't have the time to compose paragraphs or I'm just too lazy. Updates on facebook or twitter have been a lot easier (and more fun) to do...sooooo, what's going on?

Big news here...the czar attended "camp" without me. I dropped him off for the first of six 2.5 hour sessions. After a few moments of "you-can't-leave-you-can't-leave-mommy-don't-leave," a coach grabbed him and threw him on a mat. Then the czar had a blast. He looked for me a few times, but the coaches kept him busy. I'm proud of my little czar. Previous attempts to leave him at class or with a babysitter have been a disaster. He'd panic and scream the whole time and be clingy and untrusting with me for weeks afterwards. It took 1.5 years to be able to stay at my mom's, and he's been with her every day since he came home. It was never one of those "oh he'll get used to it" situations. It was always bad. He even had issues when I go out and he stays with his father...it's really interesting. Today is hopefully the start of something new for us. Thank God because I'm going completely batshit.

I sat in Starbucks today all my myself with a grande coffee frappuicino. It was lovely...but I did miss my baby and wonder how he was doing,

Work: less projects than usual but the projects are a lot bigger. This week I am tackling a college catalogue. It's not difficult, but it requires QUIET.  I've been spending a great deal of time networking with other designers because I don't know what will happen in this field 6 months or a year down the line.  I must break out of my print comfort zone and learn web...just need to find the time to do that little thing. I was in Best Buy and came across a "Build Your Own Logo" program. Why pay me when you can create your own with a $59 program?  It sucks...

Potty training: Yeah, whatever.

OK, off to give the child a bath and make dinner. Italian sausage and broccoli rabe.  Then work.

Enjoy some pics:

   

go see! go see! omg!

Kate! Kate! Go see! OMG! 

Congratulations, Kate...I am grinning like an idiot.

a few updates...

My son is really into throwing these days. It's a problem because he's got a good arm. If he wants a block to hit your head, it will indeed hit your head. And when you discipline him, he tells you off. Nice. Generally, I'm very proud of my son's vocabulary, but not when it's used against me.  Could be worse, right?

We're planning a few days in Wildwood, NJ at the end of July — my second "not Greece" vacation in 8 years, so I'm excited. I haven't been there in twenty years, so I'm hoping it's still the family place it once was. It was a mixed crowd of families and teens back then, tolerable because I was one of the teens. I'm not a beach person. I'll be the one donning a t-shirt and capri pants with sunblock #200. My son will be wearing a burkha. I've told him about this place and what to expect and so far, he's pretty excited about having an ice machine in the hallway. We have a thing for ice, you see. I'm looking forward to making some sand castles and random objects in the sand. My husband thinks he will "sit and read" for four days. What a dreamer...

What else? Work is on the slow side, so I'm grabbing every little project I can to get grocery money. It just means I'm working more during the day and less at night because of the nature of the deadlines. Not the end of the world, but I hate not knowing when I'm working and how big the project is. Ah, the life of a freelancer.

The weather...it's June and it's55 degrees. I don't get it.

Off to put some matchbox cars away because I just had one thrown at me.  It's 9 AM. Think I can make it through the day? I'm predicting a meltdown (for me) by noon.

And OH, and I allowed to mention that my friend Wendi is on her way to Taiwan right now to pick up her daughter? She's waited a long time for this and I am soooo happy for her. This little girl is my son's future wife. (Susan, are you OK with this?)

so tired

We spent memorial Day in Rhode Island for my uncle's wake — an unexpected one-day event. The drive to Rhode Island was nice. We made it in 2½ hours and that included a stop at McDonald's for emergency chicken nuggets. The ride home was much longer because of sun glare. All of I-95 needed to stop every 500 feet to adjust their visors. With a quick stop for dinner, we made it home just under 4 hours, around 10:30 pm.

Then my husband woke me up at 6:30 to announce that he has a cold. Then my son climbed in my bed with about fifty cars.

So I'm tired today and have tons of laundry to do and no quarters for the machines downstairs.  The kitchen is also a disaster but I'm pretending that room doesn't exist. And the new treadmill in my bedroom needs to be used. 

And that's that for now...

*sigh*

I'd like to congratulate Kris Allen on his upcoming cover of Tiger Beat. Good luck with that quality single.

But how about my Glam boy strutting on stage with Kiss and Queen? I was thrilled.

yeah...

Yes, for three hours I called in votes for Adam Lambert.