the inconvenience of awesome


Aw, growth spurts! So much fun…said no parent who JUST bought their kid those out-grown athletic shoes or three pairs of must-have skinny jeans ever.

When I was a girl I discovered just how awful growth spurts could be as in Mommy-Dearest just bought me those shoes or those pants or just let out the hem of those dresses and pantsuits (we wore pantsuits back in the day, don’t judge) with no more material left to hem. She’d be frustrated and angry that I was growing like a weed and I would feel bad because I clearly should have better control of this growing thing…at least that was my perspective as a 12 year old kid not understanding the inconvenience of your kid growing like a weed when there are bills to pay and groceries to buy to feed your ravenous, growing weed.

Then I became a mother; a mother of kids that grew and grew like weeds. Often growing like crazy at the most inconvenient of times like when I had bills to pay or groceries to buy to feed those ravenous little weeds of mine.

I could not seem to keep Zoë in jeans that were soon too small or impossibly too short literally a month after I bought them. And replacing Jodie’s split sole, black tap shoes that were scarcely worn for only two dance competitions really sucked sometimes as did emergency alterations of custom made costumes that were custom made to allow for grow room.  I mean…how rude…how inconvenient…these kids are growing much too fast!

And then I understood.

Oh.

So now that Spring has really sprung, Daniel is ready to break out the shorts. But the shorts are much, much too small. Two sizes too small. Shorts he has worn for the last two years of Spring and Summer…perhaps more. Shorts that are clearly much, much too small.

Oh happy day!!!

Human growth hormones, I love you so much…except for the fact that this is a helluva time for the kid to have outgrown his clothes because there are bills to pay…too many bills…and these kids seem to be hungry all the time…especially that kid who is finally GROWING!!!

So inconvenient but so freaking awesome!!!

Don’t worry, the mom of the 8 year old who apparently is wearing shorts two sizes bigger than Daniel’s new shorts tempered my excitement and frustration by pointing out the fact that her 8 year old is two sizes bigger than my 12 year old….as moms of kids who are not growth hormone deficient do.

Thanks!

Us moms of kids well below the growth curve their entire life, with non-functioning pituitary glands, love to hear about the burden of your overgrown child. It’s so…encouraging. Thanks.

Still, it is pretty damn awesome to pack away forever the shorts your son has worn every Spring, Summer and Fall season since second grade as his fifth grade year is winding down because this is normal. This is what “normal” parents do with their kids as they grow. This is just more “normal” for us to celebrate as parents of this mighty, former micro-preemie of ours, as parents of micro-preemies do…celebrating the normal.

So damn awesome!

Now to figure out what Peter to rob to pay Paul for the new shorts, the shorts that fit. Hey, at least they were on sale!

 

 

Ocean City, a diary in pictures


Where my blog becomes Uncle Ned’s Vacation Pictures Slideshow…except you can click away…but you will miss the cute…I’m just saying…

Trust me, this place isn’t just beautiful sunsets, ocean views, bay views, teacup rides with cute Jersey boys, Ferris Wheels, crazy humidified hair, henna tattoos and ballerinas dancing in the sand and crabs that I never had a chance to really enjoy because my circus clowns are Philistines refusing to even try the local fare…like crabs. It is so much more.

Where we stayed, we really could pretty much walk anywhere…if one was not handicapped with a walking cast…or really wanted to walk. Me, I wanted to walk everywhere. I secretly envied every single early morning jogger and runner I saw. Walking or not, Ocean City is a pretty easy place to get around where one can enjoy

Jolly Rogers

with giant slides

and climb-y things

little roller coasters

and big ones too…and bumper cars…and so many other rides…and dippin’ dots…and funnel cake.

There were rainy days on the boardwalk…

Three miles of boardwalk

with a piercing parlor, henna tattoo kiosks, t-shirt store and a Sunsations about every 25 feet or so..

and art…

all kinds of art.

There were early morning boat rides…

on the Atlantic Ocean with dolphins all around…

but no sharks.

Thank goodness for that.

Because, at last! Finally, a perfect day for the beach…no dancing, dance team gatherings or babysitting, no rain or thunder and lightning…finally!

Hurray! I might have taken the boot off. How else do you think I could get out there?

Sure I’ll pay for taking the boot off later but it was so worth it.

Because there was the ocean to play in…

and sandcastles to build with a new friend, Sally, by the seashore.

priceless Bella Vista days


Home at last and after Jodie’s lost, er, delayed bag, that giant, black with giant white polka dots all over bag that can easily hold Hazel and a week of clothes for her, was found more than 24 hours after we PAID for the baggage handlers of AirTran to properly, safely handle our bags, we can finally rest.

Amazing that long, drawn out sentence didn’t wear me (or anyone else) out.

But yes, we are home, a little bit sun-kissed, a lot tired and hearts full of happy, wonderful, priceless memories made in Ocean City.. If you are looking for a sweet vacation condo with gorgeous bay side and ocean views and close to everything on the island check out Bella Vista. I promise you that you will not be disappointed.

Also, here is some GREAT advice for planning a beach vacation and renting a beach house or condo.

Fair warning, more priceless memories to come…

after we catch up on some sleep.

because it just isn’t dance nationals without getting tattoos


We got some done.

Okay, they were henna tattoos but we still got inked. Because we have to give the PTA moms something to talk about when school starts in less than two weeks!

Right?!

What a week it has been here in Ocean City, Maryland! Yes, we are sad to say goodbye but we miss our darling husbands, son, daughters and daddies so much…plus those jobs of ours…and school…back to reality I guess.

California, here we come!

 

summer fling don’t mean a thing


You can’t ride the teacups solo. You just can not. Well, unless you don’t WANT to spin around in the spinning teacups ride which in that case why are you even on the spinning teacups ride?

Right?!

But yes, you can’t ride the teacups ride solo. Hazel knows this. But her mommy can’t ride spinning rides…she is so much my darling husband’s daughter. As the parent designated to ride the spinning rides with our circus clowns, I was more than happy to ride the spinning teacups ride with Hazel.

But…

she didn’t WANT to ride with her Mima.

Fine. Reject your Mima!

But you see there was Dominick. Dominick was in line for the teacup ride too and didn’t want to ride with his Dad OR his Mommy and definitely not with his baby brother sleeping in the stroller. So here’s a great idea…why not Hazel and Dominick ride the teacups together? Dominick’s Dad and I thought this would be a great idea. Dominick and Hazel both shrugged trying to convince us that they didn’t really care. Then they got into the waiting teacup together.

People this is how summer flings begin.

Reluctant as they might have appeared in the beginning, soon enough Hazel and Dominick were soon laughing together and squealing with delight. And then, much too soon, the ride and their little summer fling came to an end as they both disembarked, hugged and thanked each other for the ride. Dominick and his family went their way and we headed our way looking for the next ride at Jolly Roger Amusement Park here in Ocean City.

Just making memories…lots of summer memories here in Ocean City because school (kindergarten) starts in just, oh my glob, TWO WEEKS!!!