STUFF HAPPENS.
Where to start? When you blog only once a quarter, or once a season, it’s hard to cover all the ground just past. Things in the rearview appear smaller, etc. So how about in reverse order, most recent to less recent?
TDW just had thyroid surgery this week. It went fine, she is in good spirits, and the initial pathology results showed no malignancy. More results after the Christmas holiday. She gets a neat scar out of it no matter what.
I won a big case, and emerged covered in glory. Back to work.
Sam turned one. He annihilated a bowl of whipped cream, as is traditional.
We got our xmas tree. A small one — in years past Trina has been trying to get one that would brush the 9′9″ ceilings in our living room. This year I pointed out that a one-year-old is as destructive of xmas trees as a brown Lab (there are stories there). So we got a “small” one that we can put on a desk, theoretically out of the reach of the Shmoggins.
We had some drama at Gus’s school, over the course of weeks. He fell under the spell of an evil genius of the preschool classroom, and started acting out in ways that were entirely unlike our wee mellow fellow. Think Gus as Goyle, and this little kid as Malfoy. There were interventions and parent-teacher conferences. Eventually, we succeeded in having the vile miscreant who was influencing our little man expelled. Which is good, because otherwise I would have thrown the little worm into traffic. Gus is back to himself.
Also, Gus finally let TDW trim his hair, after some four months of cajoling, refusals, and obnoxious my-strength-is-in-my-hair-for-I-am-consecrated-to-God speeches out of the kid. Snip, snip. This is after the haircut.
Further and further back…
We have worked and slaved on our three-years-gone basement remodel and are perilously close to being done. Pictures? Pshaw! I’ll post pictures when we’re DONE done, which naturally involves actually buying a couch for the space. Problem, though: we’ll never fit a couch down here (the computer is down in the basement now) unless we get it from IKEA, and TDW has an IKEA phobia. Something about flat-pack pressboard not being heirloom quality. My rejoinder is that we have kids ages 4 and 1, and even heirloom-quality stuff won’t be any longer once they are through the crayon stage. But TDW adopted as her own cause the purchase of a TV for the basement, with the result that we got
THE BIGGEST TV EVER
Actually, I suppose other people have bigger TVs. But I am a little stunned, and a lot proud, and overall just pleased as punch that TDW defied all those obnoxious gender stereotypes and comparison-shopped for a 50″ plasma with 1080i and lots of HDMI inputs and all those other bells and whistles. It’s calling to me now, actually. It’s like I was blind, or trying to watch the radio, until I got HDTV. Now I can count Hugh Laurie’s eyebrow hairs when TDW watches House.
I think that takes us back to maybe October. Hmmmm….October. Hallowe’en. Gus was a dragon.
I won another big case. No pictures there. Gus turned four. We went to a children’s gym. There was jumping and swinging and sweating and pizza. There’s a whole set.
And that catches me up. See you sooner than last time.