Everything was coming up ISAAC today. There was plenty of sandbox time, an outing with Daddy, and we filled up his new wading pool. I think he likes it.
I asked for time to work on some projects today, so Dennis took Isaac out for trip to the playground while I happily worked on his room. I finished hanging up the rest of the glitter stars on his ceiling, and finally fixed the broken window shade that we've been fighting with for months. I almost finished sewing the curtains to cover some of the open storage in his room. So all in all, a fine day.
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Of course....we couldn't wait. We put Isaac in the sandbox when I got home from work.
He was completely delighted, even though he'd put in a long day of playing already. He immediately picked up his shovel and started scooping sand into the bucket. He'll have even more fun tomorrow when he has had some sleep.
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I guess my pajama pants are too big now; this morning, Isaac was on the kitchen floor and he wanted to stand up, so he grabbed my pants to pull himself up. And they fell right down. He was confused for a moment, but then started laughing because I was cracking up and yelling "the baby pantsed me!" to Dennis.
Note to self: finish making curtains for the kitchen.
We filled up the new sandbox last night. The cats were totally fascinated by this, and swarmed around our feet as we added bag after bag of play sand. You could see their excitement at having a Big New Litterbox with a canopy and everything. There was so much feline disappointment when I put the cover over it. Whyyyyyy?
We're going to show the sandbox to Isaac tomorrow morning. I hope he is as excited as I am!
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It's been a good month, but one mostly spent all curled up in a defensive circle like a pill bug. Lots of good change happening but you know what they say about change. It sucks neon donkey balls. That's what they say.
I finally have a really really good therapist, maybe...too good. As in, I don't get to play my happy little bullshit games and pretend that everything is fine. So I'm a bit raw, but hopeful. She used to be in research and has done a lot of work on what makes people adjust or not adjust to parenthood. Most of what I've been doing is not on the YAY! list. Sometimes it's just nice to have someone listen to me describe my life and say, "Yeah, that's a lot of transition and change. You're not actually failing."
There's less of me to kick around, though. Dennis and I have made big changes with food and I've lost almost 13 pounds since the beginning of April. My blood pressure is back to normal (it never went back down all the way after Isaac was born) and I have more energy. We're rather pleased with ourselves and our too-big clothes. There's still a long way to go, but it's not this big hopeless thing anymore, and we're having fun doing it together. I'm quite mad about Dennis at the moment; we've both been working on our stupid shit lately and reducing all those friction points has made such a difference.
Isaac is slightly more awesome every day. He's so chatty and busy. He's growing; he was actually on the growth charts at his 18 month visit, and he's almost out of his 12 month shirts. He loves playing outside and getting dirty. I have to go buy many bags of play sand for his new sandbox. I have a lot to do to get the back patio how I want it for him, but my parents are coming for a visit in a few months and I'm hoping that I can exploit them for cheap labor and boy-wrangling while I work on it. In the meantime, he has a nice sandbox and an Isaac in sand is a happy Isaac.
The Beetle is totaled. Me is sad. It did its job and crumpled up in the accident so I didn't have to. But it's toast now. Sad, sad toast.
I started off thinking that I would just buy Beetle III, but then I started looking at its crash ratings, and noticed that the rear-passenger side-crash ratings aren't impressive. It doesn't burst into flames or anything, but it really doesn't do as well as some of the other cars. Since my rear passenger is Isaac, I decided...eh, keep looking.
I'm picking up my new VW Rabbit tomorrow. I've really liked driving the rent-a-Jetta, and the Rabbit is just a Jetta with a hatchback. It's got safety features up the wazoo (the wazoo itself is anti-lock, anti-skid, and self-correcting), decent gas mileage, more cargo space than the Beetle, and, um, an ipod dock and butt-warmer seats. Down with the tyranny of cold asses! I'm getting the sage green, which is a dark almost-gray green. So mature.
I'm taking the day off tomorrow to deal with all the insurance paperwork and getting the new car and cleaning out the old one and taking the rental back and everything else that I wouldn't have to deal with if that guy had just stopped at the red light like a normal person.
I'm feeling a lot better; the dr. said I have a moderate case of whiplash, and it seems to be healing, although I have another appointment coming up. I still managed to have an excellent weekend.
Saturday marked the return of music class, and now Nathan is in it, so there was extra super-fun. We ROCKED Itsy-Bitsy Spider, I tell you what. In the afternoon, we had tickets to Baby Loves Disco. Isaac didn't nap that afternoon, though...until we got in the car. He was out cold when we got to the club. Sigh. He eventually woke up, but clearly wasn't into being there, so we didn't stay long. We will try again, though, because I think he would have loved it if his mood had been different. Bubble machine! Dancing! Music! Snacks!
Today was Awesome Flea Market Day. Ryan and Leigh and I hit the Alameda flea market, which was...well, it was freaking glorious. Seriously. My find of the day was a vintage toy piano in very good condition, which I haggled down to $10. Isaac was all over it as soon as I finished cleaning it.
So far so good. I picked up my rental Jetta today, and then went to the body shop where my car is. Where my car is now, anyway. I was so out of it Wednesday night that I didn't bother to find out details like who was towing my car and where. I had to call the police dept. and have them look it up. I somehow managed to do this without saying, "Dude, where's my car?"
The good news is, unless there are big surprises when they take the car apart, it's not likely to be totaled. They're guessing about $8k in damage. So I'm hopeful.
I'm still hurting, so I am going to the dr this afternoon. My neck and shoulders and arms hurt, so I can't even use all of this down time for knitting.
It's going to be a pretty low-impact weekend, I think.
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Last night I was coming back from knitting @ the yarn shop, and some jackhole ran a red light. Unfortunately, I was in the way.
(my camera phone doesn't have a night setting, and my hand was shaking)
I'm basically fine, although I'm really sore and a bit out of it today.
I don't know if there's hope for my car or not. I guess I'll know more in a few days. I do not relish the idea of car shopping again.
I'm glad that Isaac was home and safely tucked into his bed when it happened. Rita and I left the yarn shop at the same time, so I called her and had her come to my house so Dennis could come get me. I was so happy to see him, and I smooched Ike really hard when he woke up.
The Sunnyvale police were great, and I was home about half an hour after the accident, and they were loading my car on a flatbed tow truck (Nathan probably could tell me exactly what kind of tow truck, and identify all of the driver's tools). The other driver tried to say that he had the green light, but there were multiple witnesses so...not so much, dude.
I have to get a new car seat for Ike, since the old one is dead to me after being in the accident. I had a Roundabout in there, but right after I bought it, Britax put out the Diplomat, which is made for smaller cars and seems to have more side protection. So I want to check that one out as a possible replacement. And that is my contribution to the endless stream of car seat mindfuckery that is the internet. Seriously, if you want to see people get all het up about something, go to a mommy board and ask what the best car seat is. It's like throwing chum to sharks.
