these holiday cards Pinhole Press sent me last year. We basically look the same, except for a few improvements. Ella has slightly more teeth. Rob got new frames. And I bought a curling iron. Other than that, this is still our family. And it might be next years family too if I don't buy some stamps and drop it off in a mailbox soon.
Update: Just noticed Pinhole Press is offering a 20% off on holiday cards with code: Cards20. I'm tempted to get started on next years cards now. It's never too soon. Or too late ;)
Oh man. If I have to hear Rob sing Dolly Parton and Kenny Roger's hit song Christmas to Remember one more time, I might go crazy. It got to the point this morning that he didn't realize he was singing it. Putting on his socks. "You make this a Christmas to remember!" Looking for his hat. "Oh ohhhhhh!" Even humming it while he brushed his teeth. Just the chorus. Over and over again. Why couldn't he have picked any of Mariah Carey's fabulous Christmas songs to be his favorite? I couldn't blame him for that. But Dolly and Kenny? The worst. 15 more days of this nonsense.
Just found this picture in the depths of my computer and immediately sent it off to CVS to get an 8x10 print. Those days were rough. Looking at this picture, I really have nothing to complain about now. Hooray for the aging process. God bless all Santas, toddlers, and older sisters this Christmas season.
|This picture screams, "I'm very comfortable in front of the camera."|
I've learned with NYC, I just have to give into winter. For years I've been in denial about this dreadful season. Holding my breath for months and looking for signs of spring as soon as possible. That method hasn't worked so well. It only makes it worse. This year I'm fighting back.
My weapon: Ice skates.
Ice skating is free at Bryant Park until March 2. But you need your own skates. I bought the cheapest ones on Amazon for everyone in my family except Rob. I didn't even ask him if he wanted a pair. I can get a sense for these things. Perhaps it was the last thing he asked before he left the house this morning that clued me in.
"You didn't buy those ice skates. Did you?"
Oh yes I did, but not for you! No ice skates for cynics. They rent theirs.
I feel like if we go 10 times, it will be worth it. I just hope my kids don't expect me to teach them. Ugh. Let me skate you brats. Stop trying to hold my hand. You're holding me back. I'm about to unlock my inner champion figure skater.
If things go well, I'll buy a figure skating costume by February. Nothing too flashy. Used probably. Just enough to embarrass my kids so they won't want to be seen with me. I'll pad them up and let them loose in the rink. They'll be fine. I'll be great.
It's going to be the best winter ever.
|Ella and her teacher Eva (in gray) making the same determined face. It's a great face.|
1. It takes place is on the Upper East Side in a gorgeous mansion. To get there after school, we cut through Central Park on our scooters. It's been incredible to watch the park change with the seasons. The journey to improv is part of the adventure.
2. Bottomless pink lemonade once we get to class.
3. The teachers can't be beat. Their energy level hasn't waned from the first class back in September. It actually seems to be getting higher as the kids learn the games and techniques. The teachers are so excited when they see improvement and aren't afraid to show it.
4. The skills learned from improv are endless. Thinking fast, developing creativity, and building confidence are just a few. Pretty much everything I would want them to learn.
5. Funny (Owen) or not (Oscar), these skills will help them with whatever they want to do with their life. Whether it be an FBI agent (Owen), a pilot (Oscar), or a teacher (Ella).
6. While my kids are in class, I sneak away to Bloomingdale's around the corner. It's a whole other world on the Upper East Side. I could get used to it very fast.
7. We've started forming a friendship with Eva and Craig, the founders of Red Carpet Kids. We even have a double date on the calendar. Can't wait!
8. My kids are in complete bliss for the entire hour. Take a look at the pictures. They can't contain themselves. I couldn't ask for anything more.
I highly recommend the class and would love to see more kids join us at Improv University at Red Carpet Kids. Click here to for information about the class.
Also, Red Carpet Kids offers pajama parties on select Friday nights. My kids went once so Rob and I could go on a date. It was perfect. The kids got to watch movies in the theater, eat pizza, and play games. A great way to start the weekend. Click here to find out more about their upcoming events.
|Owen and Oscar are practically conjoined during class. It's really sweet to see their tight bound.|
|Eva giving them an pretend baby bird. They totally dropped it.|
|Work it little Miss Amy Poehler|
|Above is Owen trying to put his grubby hands on the chandelier. The classic, "this is why we can't have nice things," phrase ran through my head. That smirk on his face. Scary!|
|May pink lemonade always be in their red dixie cups.|
|I'm a really good mom when my kids are sleeping. Happy too.|
Only problem? It was 5:20am when they got started. 30 minutes later, I heard 6 Hush Puppies clomping down the hallway.
"Take your shoes off guys. Now. It's not even 6am," I screamed from my bed.
By 6:30am, Ella was begging me to take them to school. Oh my gosh. Go away. I hadn't even showered yet. And beyond that, the school would still be closed.
So instead of being nice about all their efforts, I was annoyed and they knew it. Poor things. It was too early for me to be grateful. Morning birthday presents. Never again.
I'm still working full-time doing data entry for a website. Here's how the first week went down in the my home:
Day One: I got this.
Day Two: House is unrecognizable. Entire family resorts to leaping over everything. Scooters, books, jackets, backpacks all create a sort of obstacle course. Things start disappearing. Owen's school shoes are missing. Pencils are no where to be found.
Day Three: Blur.
Day Four: Laundry has completely run out. Rob and I are spot cleaning kids' uniforms and spraying everything with Febreze. Dirty socks for all. I walk the kids to school commando-style in my favorite pair of jeans until I can slip into a CVS for some quality underwear. Mildly surprised with their selection. Buy a 3-pack of Hanes to last until the weekend. Change later.
Day Four: I feel like a Cathy cartoon. Ponder growing my bangs out to better resemble her.
Day Five: By now I've listened to every podcast ever made. I remember none of them. I know a scientist stopped light in an atom but I have no idea how. I also know a slinky hovers in the air before falling, but forget why. And some guy finds bliss from a bag filled with cheese curls, mentos, and a chocolate bar after traveling where for 86 days? Facts get mixed up when I try to tell Rob about everything I'm learning. Slinky stops light beams by hovering. No. Cheese curls and atoms are the ultimate bliss? Who knows.
Day Six and Seven: The weekend! Spend 3 hours cleaning my bedroom. Fill up one trash bag with candy wrappers. Sleep Sunday away. Decline invitations to see friends. Stay in jammies both days.
Day Eight: Finally do laundry. 3 Loads: The essentials.
Day Nine: I got this.