Saturday, June 4, 2011

Summer 2011

In September, when I look back at this summer in hindsight, I will remember the swimming pool with Ian bravely jumping in from the sides and Riley clutching my swimsuit for dear life.

I will remember riding the beach cruiser with the carriage attached to the back around the neighborhood, but never by the duckpond after the time Ian tried to jump out while the bike was moving because he was so excited about the ducks and the water.

I will remember my boys sweet identical brown eyes in the rear-view mirror and how we all three like country.

I will remember my boys piling in a dogpile on me, both clamoring for the biggest hugs, and me trying to hug both equally and simultaneously.

I will remember your faces at the fireworks.

I will remember chasing Ian on the beach and putting Riley to sleep in the shade of the umbrella.

China Cup

Well, to my surprise, people I am not related to read my blog. 'Bout time you folks realized just how exciting this place is and dropped by.

Also, had time to cool off and decided to change the title to my last blog as 'forget you...'

Now to the meat and bones of tonite's entry. For those of you who notice such things, it is another weekend night and I have nothing else to do. A social worker came by the house, at my request, to help me with some parenting techniques. It's part of a parent support program. She seemed surprised at my lack of social life and suggested I try to get out more and do things for myself so I wouldn't be so pent up and toddlermomonthebrinkofinsanity-ish. So, I did. I went to this really neat flea market and found a fine china 6-piece cup/saucer/salad plate set. For only 28 bucks! I put it on my table and in no time at all my son broke the handle off one of the cups. I screamed out, 'GD it'. Which is a word I don't usually scream out, so my hubby sensed I was at my most frustrated and removed our son to his bedroom. I was busy gluing the 4 pieces of the handle back to the cup, for appearances sake, when my husband walks back into the room.

'What's the big deal?', he wonders aloud, 'if you got it at the flea market it's probably just junk.' What a prick.

I explain fine china to him and comparatively price off ebay that a cup itself is 16 bucks, so for me to get what I did is pretty good but a service with a missing cup is worthless as a set and all you can do is sell it for scrap if you wanted. I am beginning to fear I will never have an estate set. I really want one, just to have it all set up in the formal dining room. But you are going into four figures for an estate set and now that I'm not working, and all, it may be awhile before I see one of those. I'm thinking of just asking everybody who buys me a christmas present to buy a different part of the set. In five years or so, I may have it completed. Some people do things like that for charity, I'll do it for china.