Mar 30, 2009
Daniel turned a beautiful shade of 34 on March 25th. This year that fell on a cumbersome Wednesday so I planned to tell him happy birthday and be nice to him but do the official celebrating on the weekend. And then, Tuesday night, I wondered why I was doing that again? So I told the universe to come to dinner.
In the morning we had biscuits and gravy topped with a candle for good breakfast wishes. Then we headed to the baby doctor and found out Wiggles is a Girl!
That evening we had to extend the table, pull out all of the chairs and incorporate a "kids table" in the kitchen. Every bowl was scraped of its condiment and that's just the way I like it. I made a double decker carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. There was Rummikub until late in the evening. I gave Daniel a t-shirt I had been hiding away for the longest.
On Friday my dad came all the way over from Arkansas (again!) so that I could take Daniel to the Magnolia Hotel where I'm quite content to spend the whole day in bed.
It's hard to sit here and pour all of my feelings for Daniel out in one fell swoop. I rather like the way we do it every day. I relish the "Good morning, I love you," every single morning. I love the routine of locking the doors, turning off the lights, saying goodnight to the dogs and heading to bed together every night. I'm grateful for his presence in our lives and the model he is for Penn and the upcoming Margot. I melt when I see his eyes glisten over at the mere mention of his new daughter.
He's still my best friend. And I'm still the luckiest. Forevers.
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The thing I don't understand is my dog's skin. Ringo came to me a sweet healthy little 6 week old pup and I fell head over heels for him. He's a lovable, quiet, family friend who just doesn't stir up much of a ruckus.
But his skin is another story. When he turned about a year and a half old he began to be really itchy. The vet named a number of things and prescribed a number of things. I spent a ton of money on solutions that didn't work. I still haven't found anything that works.
Neither Ringo or I want to go another summer with him growing increasingly miserable. The vet gave him steroids, benedryl, oil for his food, changed his food, and advised hefty constant doses of Frontline. We're still itching.
So I'm posing a question to the internets. Can you help me understand my dogs skin?
Penn has a perfection complex. On one hand, he's very organized and tidy like his mom and like his Mr. Daniel. On the other, if he can't make it "perfect" he kind of loses it.
He couldn't make the number 3 Helvetica Accurate. "It's not cinched in the middle well," he said. I told him it was fine and great and we could all read it. He said it's just not fine and a couple of big fat tears rolled down his nom worthy cheeks.
I gave him some space to erase and scribble while I finished cooking our coffee and grits and he seemed more satisfied with his attempts. I gave him a sticker and told him it was great. But, he was still so mad at himself for "messing up" in the first place.
This happens a lot. I don't feel like I've ever put any pressure on writing being perfect. His old school did, but I didn't think at the time it was "too much."
I had this conversation with Daniel via im after posting this photo:
carissabyers: I had a perfection complex too, but I kept trying or quietly moved on to something else. I didn't break down or beat myself up or compare myself to the others around me. It didn't make me feel bad if it wasn't "perfect."
I've always been an "enjoy the journey" kind of person. Penn's more of an end result kind of guy.
daniel: "guy" being the key thing there
carissabyers: Ah. Really?
don't worry about it
"s" and "h" aren't really close to one another on the keyboard. not sure how i managed that typo
Mar 29, 2009
This morning Janice tweeted back at Daniel, "sounds like a good morning to me." And we discussed that it's creepy enough when a stranger replies or follows you on the internet but even creepier when they are in "your" town. Closer to you than the average stranger with therefore greater stalking abilities. Chatting it up on the interwebs with strangers is a slippery sloping effect trending towards creepy. If you don't know if you're being creepy-----chances are you just might be.
It's kind of like Crazy. The Crazy ones are always the last to know they have it.
It's kind of like that guy who wrote in to Diggnation wondering why the girls he messaged on myspace wouldn't chat it up with him. After all, he just said, "sup grrrl, u r hot, wanna chat?" I mean, he just wanted to be "friends."
There are varying levels and classes to the tubes. If you understand them, you can navigate the playing field without confusing and/or scaring the messagee.
But that part is like talent. You either have it or you don't.
The majority of me dislikes everything about the modern day meaning of the words "social" and "network" (separately or combined). "Friend" is so meaningless now that I don't want any more "friends." I want love and understanding and community. And you can't really love or understand me via my twitter stream or my blog or my Facebook page (which is updated via my twitter stream and my blog, so ...)
Mar 28, 2009
Lisa and Matt's wedding album is finally done! Lisa customized a Linear Bound book with a Mystique Weave cover and Brushed Champagne Accent topped with a perfect metal cameo on the front. It's 30 pages of super glossy prettiness.
And she's only a couple weeks behind me in pregnant land so stay tuned! I fully intend to coax her in front of the camera again.
Mar 26, 2009
We have a fruit fly problem. The obvious fruit bowl is now in the refrigerator. I've inspected and sprayed houseplants. My guess is the drain. My guess is especially the drain after I cleaned the garbage disposal a bit today. (I didn't see any actual larvae, but the amount of gunk around the edge looked like it would be fruit fly gourmet meal material.)
So I made a trap. A halved strawberry in a bowl covered in plastic wrap and pricked with holes. Flies can get in, but they can't get out.
It works. It's gross and really gnarly, but it works.
Mar 20, 2009
He's mad at me because we read a sign at the entryway of the forest that said to "be quiet and enjoy the silence."
He thought the stroller was too loud. He's really into rules.
Mar 18, 2009
Mar 16, 2009
The kiddo is asleep. Just as we reach our destination. I long to take a nap here in the shade but that seems like an awfully homeless thing to do. Also a meter maid just nicely addressed how I have failed to put a coin in the meter.
Only a bit of time left in dear old Austin. I think the scenery and lack of strip malls is novel. But I'm told it will suck the ambition right out of you and I don't doubt that at all. It's almost too laid back, but in a good way.
What I have enjoyed most is spending some time with my friend who I haven't seen in a decade. She is accompanied by her two girls and one in utero. We take up the whole sidewalk.
Mar 15, 2009
I've made a car for Penn so he can better join the other boys. It's no match for the kid who scored the "wheel turner" or the boys and their three foot tower.
I'm tired and feeling more Asian than usual due to such sleepy eyes.When we get back to Dallas I have plans to enter a small coma.
We continue to explore Austin without a schedule.
Mar 14, 2009
We've made it to the convention center in Austin but not past the lego pit. That's because it's awesome. I'm getting the rest of my coffee in to compensate for the lack of sleep while the boys defend and maintain their status as boys by diving into the plastic goodness.
Mar 13, 2009
We're on our way to Austin. I'm testing my mobile blogging capabilities with the new phone. With luck the rain won't pose too much of a problem in our travels and my bladder will hold out for longer than 30 minutes. Also hoping the ginger chews can stave off the nausea and my morning concussion isn't serious.
Mar 9, 2009
Mar 3, 2009
Mar 2, 2009
I am totally down with a pet sloth. Have you even seen a baby sloth? The cute power of baby sloth is surely supreme. Also, having a sloth around would have made me look damned active last Sunday, despite reality.
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