Yesterday

Another installment from Spencerland

A snippet from the car earlier today:

Cal: Mom, why didn't the cars next to us move when it was a green light?

Me: Each car has to look at the light directly in front of it. Those cars are turning. Their light was still red, ours was green.

Cal: Because Green means Go!

Me: Yup.

Cal: And Red means Stop!

Me: Yup

Cal: And Yellow means slooooow down.

Me: Yup

Spencer: And Purple means Dance...

One week

Apparently that is how long it takes baby robins to fly from the nest.

Too bad I was working all week and missed the whole thing....

Oh well. So, for future reference, if you are wanting a rich learning experience for your kids after a nest of robins hatch, you have one week to soak it in. Who knew those little alien babies would grow up so fast. Sunrise.... sunset....

One hours peace

Today was my day off after a really brutal Memorial Weekend at the ER. We are talking every room full, 20-30 in the waiting room, people arriving with fingertips in baggies, elderly men with tractors rolling over on them... We are now understaffed in the radiology and lab departments because of the layoffs... doesn't really make things work like a well-oiled machine. 

So, today, after running, swimming and biking in the last 24 hours (you gotta get 'em in there where you can), I decided to go hog wild. It was momma's day to get a massage. I earned it, damn it!

It was a total spur-o'-the-moment kind of thing. I walked past a place with a huge "$40 one hour massage!" sign in the window. You know, I'll put up with anything resembling a massage for $40. As long as bad-touch isn't involved, it sounds like a great bargain. As I filled out the paperwork, with the heated bag of dried corn on my neck, I made the decision to turn off the cell phone. No point in having it on when I'm not going to answer it anyway.

The massage was, in a word, fabulous. This woman had hands of steel, and though it actually was a little painful at times, I feel like I can move my back in ways I haven't moved in months. 

No good deed will go unpunished.

The minute I turn my phone back on, it rings. As I start to talk to Omar, I can hear the phone buzzing with the 3 texts that are now raining down from the text purgatory they have been stuck in for the last hour. Leo has a fever. He has had a fever for about, uhm.... an hour. The daycare is apparently eagerly awaiting someone's arrival, and Omar can't go because the transformer outside the brewery has exploded and is on fire.

I am not making this up.

When I pick up little man, he is sitting in a pack-and-play jail so as to not infect the other kids. Half and hour later, the big three are picked up by my poor feverish mother-in-law who is hosting a birthday part for the boys' cousin despite looking like h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Apparently my father-in-law is looking even worse. The fridge repair man arrived to then spend 2 hours staring at the ice-maker while all my frozen foods thawed. 

I may never get a massage again...

What have I become...

There are many things I swore I would never do in this life. And here I am, doing them. Not only doing them, but ENJOYING doing them. These are the moments when our mother's look at us, grin, gently nod their heads and think to themselves, "yes, yes... this is how life works, my child..." These are the things my own children will mock self-righteously in 15 years as examples of how I am "The Man." A few examples...

1) I own a minivan - And you know what? It is a damn fine car. Very very useful when toting groceries, dogs, children, bikes, and kegs (ah, to be a Surly Ansari...)

2) I live in a suburb - I can still get to First Ave or any other downtown destination faster than any of my 'city' friends, but my address is not Minneapolis. I'm trying to remember why this was so important.

3) As of last week, I am officially a Soccer Mom - Again, why was this such a bad thing? Max is exercising, LOVING it, and I get to set in the sun reading a book. Why such anathema for such a lovely thing...

But this last one really sent me. Maybe it's because I now fold my clothes IN the laundry room where there is a counter that is brightly lit by fluorescent bulbs (instead of on the couch in a dark basement watching TV at the same time), but as I found buddies for the 38994636 socks in our house, I actually thought to myself "Wow, these whites are so dinghy" 

4) I have dinghy whites.

When did I become the lady from the Tide commercial? Wait, I USE Tide! I guess I am now some lady from a Clorox commercial! An Ajax commercial! AAAAAaaaaaaagh!!!

I guess it's time to go buy some lovely heals and a skirt to dust in. Maybe a nice pin-curl hairdo. Where is that recipe for cherry Jell-o with cream cheese balls and walnuts (I actually could get that one from my mom, no joking...)? Excuse me while I go make my husband a highball...

I need to get back to the hospital... Someone, please, have a heart attack. Let me focus on that instead of my whites... I've clearly had too many days off in a row.

Dandelions

This is a tradition that goes back 38 years....

Leo

Cal and Spence

Cal

Spence

Max

Omar

Becca

The Spencer way

Today, Spencer headed off to daycare with his shirt on backwards. This was a nice compliment to his backwards shorts.

Now, it should be noted that he also puts his underwear on backwards every single day. I explained to him "Spence, if you wear them backwards you will get a snuggy." To which he replies "I like snuggies."

To each his own.

To really cap the Spence-Look, he chose black knee-high spiderman socks, then put his shoes on the wrong feet.

He really is a thing of beauty. I can't wait for the inevitable 16-year-old comments of "Mom, why did you let me out of the hosue like that!?!? I looked like an idiot!" Yes... yes you did... and I love every minute.