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Now 3/4 of us want a bunny (or three).

September 14th, 2014



Now 3/4 of us want a bunny (or three).

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Pinball wizard

September 14th, 2014



Pinball wizard

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Chocolate chip with mint chip ice cream sammie

September 14th, 2014



Chocolate chip with mint chip ice cream sammie

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Ice fairy princess

September 6th, 2014



Ice fairy princess

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I like face painting.

September 6th, 2014



I like face painting.

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Red ninja with super speed

September 6th, 2014



Red ninja with super speed

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age does not make it easier

September 5th, 2014

Katie had two cavities in her baby molars that we had to get filled on Tuesday. Somehow, I was under the impression that the fact that she could have both novocaine and well as laughing gas would make the entire experience better… less awful… something more akin to the experience that I have when I go to the dentist.

I WAS ABSOLUTELY WRONG. Oh gods, was I wrong.

Katie started out being so excited about going to the dentist that she ran to the chair. We got some glasses on her, and then the dentist starting numbing her gums with a gel so she could inject the novocaine, at which point wigglebean made it clear that she needed some… relaxation. We showed her the nitrous mask, told her that it would be like flying, and then while she breathed it and calmed down, I told her a little story about a dream of a cupcake, at which point she said she was flying for real.

Mission accomplished! Or so we thought.

We started giving Katie the novocaine shot, and the minute that she tasted it, she bolted upright and declared a need to spit. Nothing would dissuade her from spitting in the sink as opposed to using that little suction vacuum straw thing. And then it devolved, when they put the “raincoat” on her tooth, because the clamping was painful enough that she started struggling. The first tooth had me laying on her body and holding her hands, Brandon holding her head in place, and us all trying to talk soothingly while she screamed her face off. She struggled seriously and kicked me in the chest, nearly ripped my shirt, and showed that her tae kwon do training is paying off. The minute we were done (and thank god we had decided to do amalgam as opposed to the stuff that needs curing), she bolted upright and sobbed into me. Katie is not a child who lets me hold her, so while a very small part of me was thrilled that she was coming to me for comfort (it’s good to know that I’m not entirely passe), overall I was just very sad that she was so upset.

Then, we started the bargaining phase. We had to do one more tooth, and Katie was not interested at all in being there any longer. We explained to her that if we didn’t do it now that we would have to come back later; I then told her that she could have double ice cream. What finally convinced her to attempt it was that I told her I would hold my phone above her face and let her watch a banned-in-our-house show: Bratz. (Other banned show: Veggie Tales.) However, she started struggling nearly instantaneously this time, so it just turned into a case of “get this shit over with”.

At the end, she cried into me more, and told me that she wanted to leave and that she hates the dentist. (Our poor dentist always looks like she’s on the losing end of everything at the end of these visits… I remember her face being the same when Max was finished with his filling.) We waited in the car while Brandon checked out/paid, and then we headed directly to ice cream, where Katie got a ridiculously large banana ice cream thing that she could only eat half of, while telling me about the status of her numb mouth.

Then, we took advantage of the fact that Katie is loving school and her after-school program a ridiculous amount and dropped her off at her after-school program. I told them to avoid allowing her to eat anything crunchy since she was still numb, and then I went home and did work until it was time to get her. I allowed her to skip tae kwon do and hang out with me, let her finish that horrid Bratz movie, and made her special dinner (she requested my special mac-n-cheese).

The interesting side-effect of the whole event is that she’s been much more communicative and close with me since the dentist visit. I’m sad that she had to go through it, though. :(

Me and Max

September 5th, 2014



Me and Max

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Astronaut

September 5th, 2014



Astronaut

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Astronaut

September 5th, 2014



Astronaut

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Throwback Friday… look at that blondie!

August 29th, 2014



Throwback Friday… look at that blondie!

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Hee.

August 25th, 2014



Hee.

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My new sons.

August 25th, 2014



My new sons.

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kindergarten: day 1

August 25th, 2014

My baby bean, my punkin, started kindergarten today.

That is the weirdest thing to write, and even stranger to conceptualize. I mean, I know that she’s nearly 6, but when she was a baby, that age seemed impossibly far away, and yet it has happened faster than I ever thought possible. I have a lot of anxiety associated with proper school, mostly because I remember so much of my experience in it — it wasn’t horrible, but as a be-speckled tall, skinny girl wearing braces, I had more than my share of ridicule, and I was sensitive to start with. Katie is like me only in that she’s sensitive and smart, so she may skate entirely around that experience… or she could be the instigator of it. I guess we’ll need to wait and see.

Today’s first day was mostly orientation. They had the incoming classes broken up by last name; the first went to the classrooms, then we met them all together in the multi-use building, then we, the second shift, retired to those same classrooms to get our version of the orientation. Katie’s new teachers seemed really great, and from their brief conversations with us all told Brandon that they’d probably put her in some sort of leadership role in the class to help her focus. It sounds like she already has a good handle on most of the academic things she’ll learn during the year, like counting to 100 and writing her name, which is good because it will give her the ability to focus her energies on developing the skills she’ll need inside the classroom (focus, etc).

Then, the van for her aftercare showed up. I helped her walk to the van (she really didn’t need it), then Brandon and I drove down to meet them there. SHE WAVED US AWAY. WE WERE SHOOED.

So I guess that’s that, then! The heartbreak!

Tomorrow is the real first day. Eep!

One of many photos of this day.

August 25th, 2014



One of many photos of this day.

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One dress, three years apart

August 23rd, 2014



One dress, three years apart

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aging gracefully

August 19th, 2014

Brandon turns 40 this month. My hubby! Forty!

I remember when my parents turned 40 (5 years apart). In our old neighborhood, there was a kit that would go from person to person each year, and as they turned 40 they would add to it. It had all the requisite “middle age” stuff — adult diapers, vitamins, a cane, and as a kid I was a bit confused as to why my parents, who seemed pretty young to me, would need any of that stuff. I remember that for my dad’s 40th birthday, my mom threw him a huge surprise party luau. So, this age has been pretty iconic in my mind from the get-go… it’s nearly impossible to consider the fact that we’re approaching it. But, my acceptance doesn’t change it, I guess! :D

In the tradition of my mother, I was considering, and actually began to plan, throwing a surprise luau in our yard — it’s big enough and I doubt anyone would complain :) But, when Brandon got wind of my plans (I am terrible at secrets), he told me that if he had his druthers, he would much rather throw himself a party and spend the entire time cooking. This is awesome and yet problematic… awesome because it means that I don’t have to spend money on catering, but problematic because all of the money I would save on catering, Brandon would spend on assorted party stuff that he considered important. Oh, that, and the fact that he is a miserable, horrible person to be around in advance of any big event he is throwing because he turns into a stressjob. And, as predicted, all of these things came to pass! :)

I rented a huge bounce house for the kids, and then I splurged on a margarita machine (also rented). Brandon took the week in advance of the party to start cleaning the house, the yard, and buying supplies… enough alcohol to make sure we get through the next 3-5 years (this is probably an overstatement of how long it will take us to decide to drink this stuff, because of the children), a pop-up tent that works to cover the outdoor kitchen when it’s super sunny, a new table and some chairs, a bunch of new chair pads, etc., etc. He also took an opportunity to ride the fancy new custom Trek Domane that I “bought” him (he calls it his midlife crisis bike, and I just signed the check for it). He also got a ton of food and then even bought himself a cake (I don’t even know how to explain the fact that I overlooked that. I am seriously a bad person). I handled inviting the people:

brandon-bday

So the day of the actual party, I took the kids to gymnastics and swimming (which I moved an hour earlier) while B dropped the pups off for a day of doggy daycare and an overnight (to help them avoid the stress of being locked up in the house while people were coming and going) and finished setting things up. When we returned, the bouncy house and margarita machine were already delivered, so I got to follow through on the punishment I had to unfortunately dole out earlier in the day (each kid had to wait 5 minutes before going in: Max because he was fake crying, and Katie because she was sass-talking to her mama). Then, the kids went crazy while we finished cleaning and putting things out.

Overall, the party was SUPER fun. We have an outdoor speaker that has a microphone, so a few of the kids spent some time singing to Frozen — most notably Riley, who has a karaoke machine at home and was VERY into her performance. Our friend Alex is an accomplished mixologist so he did a lot of the drinks that helped Brandon get pretty happy as the night went on. We ate ribs, hot dogs, hamburgers, and assorted other goodies, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves; the kids either did bouncing, slip-n-slide, some sprinklers, water table, or hung out in the hot tub. (Some spent some time inside, but at one point I forced them all outside telling them that this was not a kid party so it wasn’t fair to make an adult stay inside with them when the adults wanted to be outside and together.) Lots of our favorite friends were there, including my family, some of Brandon’s coworkers, my friend Casey, Ava, Nina (Martha) and Carlos, Valerie and Blaise, Tharanga and Rajith, and our old neighbor Susanne. And, of course, Caroline brought Ruby, which brought everyone no end of joy because having an adorable little puppy around is always a nice thing. (Max in particular could not get enough of her and spent most of the time before she arrived asking about her, and then most of the time after she arrived either petting her asking me if I could help him hold her, or talking about her.)

Brandon, I think, had a good time. He was super cheery at the end and … possibly had a rough night and a rough recovery day the next, but we spent most of it hanging out inside and watching TV with two kids who got a good amount of sleep but were still marginally wiped out. And, he said he had fun, so that’s good, too! :D

Oh, and in 8 hours, the margarita machine never froze. So.

8 years

August 13th, 2014

To Brandon, my sweet husband:
Today I love you completely, as I did yesterday and as I will tomorrow. I will be there for you when you need me most. I will hold you in my heart just as I hold you in my arms. I will share in your dreams, delight in your joys, and comfort you in your sorrows. I will be your confidant, your counsel, your friend, and your lover. When you are not within my sight, you will be within my thoughts. At this moment you are all that I know and all that I see. You are my life; you are my dreams; you are my joy; you are my love; you are my everything. As we grow old together and our love matures, may we hold on to the passion and affection for each other we feel today.

life is… delicious

August 12th, 2014



life is… delicious

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I could be convinced to get a puppy.

August 11th, 2014



I could be convinced to get a puppy.

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