Last night Iris completed her most recent illustrated book in seemingly endless string of works. Ah, if only my writing was as prolific! The book is about superhero dads. The illustrations depict dads in tube socks and leotards with capes. It's pretty hilarious. As the book goes on it starts going downhill into a pit of fart jokes and butts. Complete with accompanying drawings. And then there it was: the first appearance of a penis in one of Iris's books. Oh, my. That's all I have to say about that.
And so begins the post of a wrap-up of the last week or so of my life.
One main word wraps up everything I feel right now: tired. For some reason I haven't been sleeping well. It's really annoying. I'm wake half the night and half asleep for the rest of the day. Zzzz.
Last week I took Iris to see the Picasso exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum. At six years old, she probably didn't quite understand the enormity of being in the presence of such amazing art, but it was still fun all the same. Our favorite part of our visits to SAM are spending time in the studio area. Iris loves creating her own art far more than she enjoys looking at the art someone else already created.
Today I finally, finally!, made a phone call to schedule an appointment I have been dreading and putting off. I seriously feel like I should celebrate. Sometimes it's these little things, a six minute phone call and now I am feeling incredibly relieved. I did it. I suspect the actual appointment won't be anywhere near as difficult to wrap my brain around as the phone call was. This is sort of the story of my life, I think. The smallest step, the first step, is always incredibly difficult.
Christmas gifts are almost all purchased. I love shopping online, late at night, in my pajamas. So much easier than elbowing my way through the toy aisle at Target. I also love a stream of boxes at my door!
Iris and I are planning a mother-daughter tea party, to occur at an as-yet-to-be-determined date in January. I felt so bad, she went to school yesterday and made a few invitations, which included making a handmade stamp and printing each paper by hand. But she wrote on all of them that the tea party was the day after Christmas. Oops! Not sure how she got that idea, I am hoping she can re-stamp them.
Eloise is being so very, very, very difficult. So very at the height of her defiant four year old stage. Or at least, god help me, this better be the height. She has the ability to not listen to a single thing anyone is saying to her, ever, no matter how many times it is said, how close you are standing to her or how you say it. She moves at her own pace, in her own direction. She takes direction from no one, least of all, me. Needless to say, between this and my lack of sleep, I've been a less than stellar parent. Hoping to get back on track and working hard to not go down the path of threatening that Santa will not bring presents to sassy little girls. Lord knows the threats wouldn't make a difference on her, anyways. I hope Santa brings me a giant ol' box of patience.
And with that, I am off!