Good to Be HomePosted: July 15, 2008 Filed under: family, TV | Tags: AMC, family, Mad Men Leave a comment
Just got back from a fabulous week at the beach. Good family time, with near-perfect weather.
One of my mental snapshots is a moment when I was getting dressed for the beach, and T3 pointed to my exposed bikini area and said, “Mom, you’re growing hair. Are you going to become a man?”
It was a surprisingly relaxing vacation though. The kids got into a groove on the beach, playing with other kids and boogie boarding. Ee would play a bit, then get her ice cream before sacking out totally under the umbrella for like three hours. It was awesome.
At night, after the kids were in bed, Manfrengensen and I got into Mad Men, every night ON DEMAND, which was really compelling. We watched the whole season in a week. Reminded us a lot of The Sopranos in its tone and sense of morality. We both found the character of Peter totally sleazy and disturbing. Kind of wished Don had gone Tony Soprano on that guy and kicked his ass. All in all, very well-written with interesting characters and attention to authentic period props and sets. Can’t wait to see the new season starting June 27th.
In addition to the quality TV-time, Manfrengensen also read a couple of books, and I got about a third of the way into Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett.
The boys started camp today, and they both loved it. I had thought that just having Ee all day would be so easy, but it turned out that we had QUITE A DAY together…I think she wanted to stick close to home, but I had to go grocery shopping. She was not at all happy with me, even though I took her out for lunch. That was the best part of the day, the only time she was smiling at me. Just sitting next to her in the booth as she ate her grilled cheese was so much fun. She was happy, and every once in a while, she would lean over and press her forehead against mine, smiling and looking deeply into my eyes. Then when we left, she was back to asserting her independence, which is good, but you know, it takes patience to deal with sometimes.
She spent the rest of the day pulling out things (with a preference for things with multiple parts) and leaving them on the floor. Then when I asked her to help clean it up, she would say, “No, you.” Pretty much anything I asked her to do, get her clothes, find her cup when she wanted more milk, whatever, the response I got was, “No, you.” And in between that, she would stall with this kind of escalating sing-songy two-syllable “Why?” as in Ee can you please put your shoes on? “Why-y?” Because we have to go out. “Why-y?” Because we need groceries. “Why-y?” Because we need them for dinner tonight. “Why-y?” And the line would continue until…until she broke me.
The day flew by, and then the boys were home again. She was thrilled to see them, and the three of them went right upstairs to play with cars, dolls, and other toys they’d been missing. It was great! Whatever they did, they all got along and didn’t need me to mediate at all. It’s great when everyone plays nice.