We went to Tulsa, OK for a wedding this weekend. That’s largely why I’ve been away from the internets for a week. I was preparing for the trip and then I was on the trip and now I’m back at work and doing 700 loads of laundry at home. The blogging fell to the wayside.
All that time in the car left me with two “Sonja Says” gems though. Here’s the first:
Sonja likes to point out the ratio of boys to girls wherever we are. She especially likes that there are 3 girls (Sonja, the cat, and me are all female) and only 1 boy (DADDY!). So we’re driving along and have this exchange:
Sonja: There are 2 girls and 1 daddy in this car.
Me: And he’s a pretty good daddy to put up with all of us girls!
Sonja: He IS a good daddy! Except sometimes when he is mad he says “goddamnit!”
At that point I lost it and couldn’t even breathe while Kevin commenced a lecture on why we shouldn’t say “goddamnit!” because it’s a naughty word. And he is sorry he says that sometimes.
Sonja Says number two went something like this:
Kevin and I failed to take a correct exit once we got to Tulsa. Despite being two relatively intelligent people and having 3 GPS devices in the car we still took a wrong turn. And of course the wrong exit took us 20 miles out of our way on a toll road that we also did not have any change to pay for at an exit without an attendant. Sorry, State of Oklahoma. Send us a ticket. We tried to do the right thing by calling the world’s most confusing 1-800 number to get it worked out. So Kevin is just super angry at me and I’m angry at him and we’ve settled into an angry silence when Sonja pipes up from the backseat where’s she clutching Bobby the Monkey and her Baby Princess Aurora doll to her chest, “When daddy yells it makes my babies sad.”
Everyone knows I’m a runner right? I don’t talk about it on the internet much. No one actually cares how much I sweat or how many miles I run. But on Saturday these shoes hit 500.25 miles! You’ll see in the second photo that I ALMOST have a hole worn through the bottom of the right shoe. Crazy! “They” (meaning Runner’s World magazine, my primary source for running info) say that shoes are good for 400-500 miles. I decided to make these puppies last all 500. I’ve never tracked my mileage for so long (10 months). It’s weird to think my body has traveled that far as well, primarily in a circuitous route around my neighborhood. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere… No time for metaphors, I laced up my new Brooks Ghost 4 shoes (they came in pink!) on Sunday and started over.
P.S. Click the photos to make them bigger. I figured out how to make a gallery. I’m getting better at the internets all the time.
I put a package of chicken in the crock pot yesterday while we were gone and when I got home I shredded it for sandwiches for dinner. I was using the giant meat fork thingamajig that came with my knife set and a regular old fork. Sonja was perched on the counter watching me and begging to help with the shredding. I told her no because the one fork is gigantic and I didn’t want her to hurt herself. To which she replied, “But mommy! I’m really good at stabbing things!”
My sister had a birthday at the end of March and we celebrated with a picnic at Ledges State Park near Boone, Iowa. And I’m trying to figure out how to insert a slideshow into this here new-ish blog. Happy Belated Birthday Tara!
We had a bizarre conversation in the car this morning:
First I sneezed 3 times.
Mel: Oh man, I have a hair in my nose and it’s making me sneeze!
Sonja: No you don’t, only daddies have hair in their nose.
Mel: Well it was a hair from my head that was stuck to my nose. But everyone has little tiny hairs in their noses.
Sonja: No. They. Don’t.
Mel: Seriously, everyone does. Even you.
Sonja: KIDS DO NOT HAVE HAIRS IN THEIR NOSES!!!!!!!
And then I turned the radio up because there’s no point in arguing with her!
Sonja started soccer last night in the park near our house. She wasn’t too sure about it at first but she came around in the end and had a lot of fun. thank goodness for her friend Leo. Without him I’m pretty sure she would have cried and hid behind me for the entire 45 minutes. I’m very proud of her for overcoming her nervousness and joining the other kids though. Our goal for the weekend is to find shin guards. Sonja is hoping they come in pink. Fingers crossed for that!
Totally Freaked OUT! Won't let go of my leg. The back light is nice though isn't it?
Watching the other kids mess around before the practice started. She really did not want to join them!
Practicing with the other kids finally!
My girl turned FOUR last week. Four. Such a big number. The number of years it took to graduate high school which seemed to take forever. And then the number of years it took to graduate from college which also seemed to take up a good chunk of time. But this, these four years of being a parent have flown by.
Three was a challenge for Kevin and me as parents. Three-year-olds (or just mine?) are difficult to be around. So many tantrums and the potty training…Oy. It was a year of trying to figure out what the heck we were supposed to be doing. I’m pretty sure we didn’t figure anything out except that the closer to four we got, the more bearable it was to be around Sonja. I’m looking forward to 13-year old Sonja. (Note the sarcasm.)
Sonja had a great birthday/Easter weekend. Lots of treats and parties and cake. She is hugely disappointed that she does not look any different and she is not physically bigger now that she’s four. She likes the solar system, baby dolls, My Little Pony, reading books, working on writing letters, pizza, tacos, and peas. She does not like tomatoes, bedtime, having her hair washed, wearing jeans, or thunderstorms. She started Sunday School and dance this year and she starts soccer later this week. She’s very busy.
Sonja is hilarious and entertaining and I don’t know what we ever did before we had her! Happy Birthday Sonja!
Sonja turns 4 tomorrow. I have to prolong it as long as I can because I have to get a freelance project out the door and finish some laundry before turning my focus solely to birthday party. Maybe my priorities are in the wrong place, but if I know in the back of my head that I have to throw a birthday party and then do 6 loads of laundry, no amount of Xanex is going to get me through the weekend.
I asked Sonja what she wanted to to take to school for birthday treats and she said, “S’mores!!!” Obvious choice. First I considered taking the fire pit to her daycare and staging an elaborate s’mores making activity. But then I found this recipe. It was easy and yummy. This picture is from the practice batch I made last weekend. Aren’t they just the CUTEST!? I kind of can’t stand how cute they are.
Don’t worry I’ll have s’more on the 4th birthday in the coming days! GROAN!
My sister and I used to have these little shoes in all the colors! We had red and green velvet and we’d wear one red and one green at Christmas time. Oh the 90’s… such a fabulous time for grunge and not caring what you wore. I found these pink ones at Ragstock last year and had to have them. They worked their way to the top of the shoe pile in my closet this morning and so I had to wear them. They’re bright and springy and make me happy. Someone should cue that Bruce Springsteen song “Glory Days” because I’m pretending I’m 17 again.
It’s Holy Birthday Week at our house. That means Holy Week at church and Sonja’s Birthday on Friday. So we’re busy but we still need to eat right?
Breakfast for dinner. Yum! Haven’t done this in a few weeks.
Sloppy joes, baked potatoes, and some kind of veggie. I need to see what’s in the freezer.
Vegetable fried rice with those crunchy noodles on top.
Maundy Thursday 4/5
Leftovers, Kevin will be playing his guitar at church.
Good Birthday Friday 4/6
We’ll let Sonja pick some fast food as a birthday treat.