2010...holy smokes

I used to have all this time to do these year end reviews.  This year I can tell you whizzed by, drama filled, you know...the stuff of movies.  I'm convinced that "The Brideaus" would make an excellent reality show.  Not only could people follow us around to see that 1) Iolani is your typical two-year old, who knows her SBUX drink, 2) Alex would really like to have worm box in the house, but doesn't want to touch the worms, 3) I might have a temper when it comes to photocopies, voicemail, and stupid-ass owners of baseball teams that should remain unnamed.

I don't even remember half of what I did this year.  Actually, I can tell you generally I did the following things:

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Coloring/painting pictures with @msiolani
  • Laundry
  • Yo Gabba Gabba
  • Meetings on different rail and bus projects
  • Church
  • Toy Story 1, 2, and 3....over 30 times EACH
  • Learning how playdough works
  • Planning weekend trips we were too tired to go on
  • Writing about those meetings
  • Figured out that I >>really<< like ramen
  • Changing diapers
  • Make dinners
  • Bathing the child
  • Listening to Alex and Iolani talk about what they want to do now, in 5 minutes, 2 days, 3 months, and next year.
I did some dishes too.  Alex and I were fairly successful in having our date nights.  That will continue.  I like our date nights.  I like my husband more, but the date night is a total bonus.

2011 looks like it is just going to get busier and busier. As soon as we know it, the subway will go to west of Western, Light Rail will go all over LA County, and Iolani will want to go far away to college.  And, Alex and I will go on a four or five MONTH cruise.

To sum it all up...holy poopers scoopers...it has been a busy year.  



Monday, December 27th * 10:00 AM–12:00 noon

Meet at the Corner of 2nd & Main at 10:00 AM

Pizza Afterwards!

Work off that holiday food binge and join your Downtown neighbors for a couple of hours to clear out weeds, trash and other debris and sweep the d.g. back to where it belongs. We will also be giving the feathergrass a “haircut” to clean up the street edge. Bring your own clippers, work gloves, outdoor brooms, and water. Maybe even put some of those out-of-town relatives to work.

For more info contact Cheryl McDonald cherylmcdonald48@gmail.com

The moment

Alex and I were on our "date night" and we got to talking about the need for nightgowns over pjs for Iolani. I was reading about how to make potty training easier, and the first thing I saw was - use nightgowns.  I get it, at 7 a.m. it is easier just to sit, but with PJs....ah, I'm already avoiding the real topic.  Funny huh.

The challenge is we both agree we do not want nightgowns with princesses on them.  We don't really want princess anything in the house (until she asks for it). The idea of the Disney princess still freaks me out. Except for one of the Disney princesses, they all seem to represent this hyper-paternalistic message that I know at one point she will be overwhelmed with it - but until then...no princesses.

So imagine my  surprise/disgust/disappointment when all the nightgowns I find both in the stores and online are pink, ruffly, and fully of princesses.  She loves Toy Story, but all the night clothes are boys PJs. If she wants a Woody t-shirt, it will be in dark blue, brown, or green aka Boy Colors.  Even further, looking around online - Yo Gabba Gabba has little boy underwear, but I can't find YGG girls underwear. So, Iolani runs around in boys underwear from time to time...Eff You - she likes Brobee.  ;-)

We finished that conversation at dinner with no resolution - other than the continued commitment to find ways to avoid subjecting our daughter to the super-sexual marketing drive that will begin to assault her in no time.

Which brings me to the dream I had the other day.  Maybe it was a nightmare...
My dream had me sitting in the living room, Alex doing the dishes (no, it wasn't like that...he does the dishes all the time).
A teenage Iolani comes swooping in the door and proclaims her love for a boy.  And, all the sudden we are talking about the differences between love and lust and ...you know...the first time....

Thank God my alarm clock went off because I seriously woke up freaked the eff out.  I mean whoa... it is one thing to wake up from a dream and be able to leave it behind - you know like the dreams about swooshing down snowy mountain sides and then you hit a tree? But, no - I have to wake up from a dream from Iolani asking Alex and I about sex, relationships, and all that?  OMG...

Skipping back to dinner - I explain the dream, and my only take-away is this: Hey, if I knew I was going to be accountable to my DAUGHTER for my actions in my teens and twenties and early thirties - would I still have done what I've done? Of course, the answer is yes!  Everything is a part of who I am today.  And, the unfortunate part for Iolani is that well...she will ask if we've ever XYZ, and it's highly likely that between Alex and I  - the answer will probably be "Yes, but.... and why do you ask?".

Or, she'll just read back through the archives and read it here.  Or on Twitter.  Or on Facebook.